PJO Smutverse

by Jokiba

Smut chronicles following the adventures of the Riordanverse

4. The price of Impertinence

The Price of Impertinence

JustFun

Summary:

(Previously 'Ugliano Sloan') A story of curses, blessings and scumbags! This story is not canon to the Main continuity of Slut's of Olympus.

Chapter 1: Penny Gets Bullied (Coming Soon)

Chapter Text

Penny Gets Bullied (Work In Progress)

Alternate timeline wherein Percy has always been Penny

Events of HOA have taken place all pretty much canonically

Penny (19) goes to AHS (alternative high school) to finish her highschool degree a year late as they were expelled from Goode High School and missed their senior year after the events of HOA.

Penny lives on the school campus and still hopes to get good enough grades to go to college at New Rome.

Penny is a lesbian and dresses big t-shirts and loose jeans.

Bianca (19) and Zoe (19) also attend AHA and are Penny's close friends at the school. Their deaths do not happen canonically. They retired from the hunters now the wars are over.

Bianca works at Olive Garden on the weekends.

Nico (17) attends AHA. In this AU he is straight and in love with Penny.

Penny and Zoe secretly work together at a hooters on the weekends for some extra cash. Penny hopes no one will notice its her as she dresses and act very different and wears a lot of makeup. Nico found out and got a job there as a busboy to be close to Penny.

Silena (22) did not die canonically either. She has graduated and works at a Applebees whilst she auditions for acting gigs. She gives advice to the younger demigods often.

Matt Solan (19) also goes to AHA

Annabeth (19) boards at Clarion Ladies Academy with Rachel (19) and Thailia (20) (who also retired from the hunters)

Annabeth comes down to New York to visit her girlfriend Penny often

Thailia comes to New York on the weekends to compete and to work at an iHOP. She is Penny's rival in an undetermined sport.

Sally Jackson (38) works at Sweet On America. She lives with her husband Paul Blofis (42). She has recently given Birth to baby Estelle and struggles to find time to write her novel.

The events at Goode High involving the Language exam, Matt Solan and the giants are non-canoical and instead happen in this chapter instead.

Matt tries to coerce Penny into sex in this chapter and she rejects him.

Annabeth's insult to Hera from the battle of the Labyrinth happens at the end of HOA instead. In order to get back at the demigoddess, Hera places the Curse of Pasiphe on her and causes her to lust for a bull of a mortal, Gabe Ugliano (47).

Amphirite, still upset with her husbands infidelity, conspires to have Sally cheat on her husband and break their family the same way Sally did to hers. Through a pact with Matt, she gives the mortal the tools to compel Sally into sleeping with him.

In this story Penny gets caught up between the powers of two goddesses determined to tear down the two most important people in the daughter of Poseidon's life. What will happen? Will Penny save her mother and girlfriend? Will she run away? Or will she be caught in by powers of the mind beyond her physical powers and be drawn into place she cannot escape? Read to find out!

New characters will be added as the story progresses and more suggestions come in!

Chapter 2: Annabeth Meets the Ex-Stepfather (WIP)

Chapter Text

Annabeth Meets the Stepfather

WIP NOT COMPLETED. Still needs integration of Hera's Curse.

Gabe Ugliano was someone everyone found repulsive. Sloppily dressed, his stomach bulged out of his stained shirt, and his frayed shorts were two sizes two big even for him. An odour of beer, cigarettes and stale sweat emanated from his body. He was ugly, downright ugly, and as he stood in the doorway, to Annabeth, he was her girlfriend's Stepfather.

Annabeth slowly looked Gabe up and down taking it all in. She doubted but hoped a few of Penny's childhood things had survived in this trashed apartment; Gabe was not the kind of beast to throw anything away. Sally had warned her that Gabe might try something, given what he was like back then, and they both doubted that such a disgusting man would ever change.

Having gotten ready to give the idiot who interrupted his TV time a piece of his mind. Gabe similarly took his time taking in the female that had knocked on his door.

Standing in his doorway, hand on her hip and eyebrow raised, was a rather young and shapely girl. Shoulder-length dirty blonde hair strong grey eyes. She wore a glaringly bright orange shirt that was tight across her chest, encasing her large breasts and doing nothing to conceal her lack of bra. She had bright blue Demin shorts that showed off her long legs very well and from the swell of her hips, what Gabe deemed to most likely be a very juicy ass. A rancid grin splits Gabe's pudgy face.

Annabeth watches the obese man look over her body and rolls her eyes in disgust. He was utterly revolting, even worse now than Sally had described him. A stench of BO, beer and cheap deodorant wafted out of the room and seemed to hang in the air around him. His several chins poked out from beneath his rough beard and frizzy moustache.

"Gabe Ugliano, I presume", she out, her California accent coming through as she glares at the older man.

"That's me; what do you want, girly" his gruff voice rolling out of his belly.

"I am here to look through Penny's stuf…" the moment she said her name. She sees anger flash in his small eyes.

"I ain't having nothing to do with that terrorist brat. Now fuck off before I call the cops." He spits angrily, snarling towards the end as he slams the door.

Suddenly he heard three more bangs on the door. The damned blonde still had no idea she was not wanted and spinning on his heel, he wrenches open the door.

"See, here, girly. I don't care what you can offer, even if I have the stuff, you aren't getting any of it. It might be worth something down at the old scrap yard." He sneers as he looks down at the annoying blonde.

Annabeth steps into the doorway and looks defiantly up at the infuriating older man. "No, you look here. I don't care what you think. I have to look through that stuff and I'm not taking no for an answer, so get out of my way." She almost shouts.

Gabe looks down at the blonde, who was now up in his face.

"Fine, go and get the stuff; it is the second room to the right." He replies, his teeth gritting as he spoke.

"Thank you, that wasn't so hard, was it". Annabeth says as she pushes past him and storms through his disgusting living space.

Gabe smiles to himself and watches the shapely ass of the blonde enter his apartment. She was far prettier than any whores that Eddie or the other guys brought round for the poker nights. He would love to watch that ass bounce up and down on his cock and have her on her knees between his legs, begging for his cock.

Annabeth feels Gabe's eyes wander over her body. She shivers as his disgusting gaze goes right through her clothes. In and out, she just had to find something, anything for her beloved girlfriend Penny to regain some of the childhood she had lost. She quickly finds the room and pushes it open, displaying a room full of junk. Several rubbish bags had just been dumped on the furniture, full of bottles spilt out, alongside mouldy pizza boxes and Chinese takeout.

Gabe leans heavily on the doorway, openly ogling her ass as she leans over the bed throwing the trash to the ground before moving to the dresser. As she opens drawers, she can see several pairs used boxer shorts, along with some cum stained panties and bras. The smell of dank sex fills her nose as she slams the drawer shut. Hearing a giggle from over her shoulder.

"Why are those in here." Annabeth asks turning around to face the old man, who was now standing beside the bed eyes glued to her braless breasts.

"This is the room where I have fun with lady friends with Eddie and the boys." He replies with a grin.

Annabeth's face flushes red, her hands were shaking, trying desperately to keep herself calm. She couldn't believe how much of such a disgusting pervert this man is. How could someone be so revolting? "You mean whores?" she asks.

"I don't know what you're talking about. That is my business, not yours." He responds, chuckling at his own joke.

"In your stepdaughter's bed?" She asks incredulously, anger boiling inside her.

"You know instead of getting all riled up, there is a far easier solution to find what you're looking for. I would suspect a blonde bimbo such as yourself to come up with it; If you ask nicely, I'll show you, and then I'll fuck you stupid." Gabe suggests condescendingly, hand grasping his half-hard cock through his shorts as he smirks at her.

"Oh, how dare you speak to me like that." Annabeth snaps as she steps forward. "Go to hell. And for the record I'm not just Penny's friend, I'm here girlfriend so I am definitely not interested you fat pig so leave me alone!" Annabeth shouts as she steps forward and slaps the older man, sending him reeling backwards, falling back onto the bed.

Gabe sits up on the bed, his hand to his temple as he looked up to the angry blonde.

"Ow! Shit, slut; I'll show you what happens when you mess with me," he growls straining to get off the bed.

Annabeth cheeks flush red and she stammers as a strange warmth suddenly comes over her, "No, I mean, I just... what." Annabeth collapses to the ground and struggles to get a hold of herself. Gabe accidentally triggering the lust curse placed over her by Hera.

Annabeth's head feels foggy; a strange tingling feeling fills her body, a desire to touch herself starting to rise inside her. Reaching down, her fingers brush the outside of her crotch. Eliciting a moan as she starts to rub it, her eyes going wide as a huge wave of pleasure washes over her. Her body jerking as she moans softly. Her fingers unbuttoning her shorts on autopilot and finding their way into her panties.

Another moan escapes her lips as her fingers slip into her wet pussy and begin pumping in and out of her tight hole. Her body trembles as she moans louder and louder. Her hips bucking as she pleases herself, not sure why, but knowing she can't stop.

Gabe pauses in shock, watching the young girl's body move. He's never seen a whore act like this before.

Annabeth slowly opens her eyes, looking up at the older man. A small smile coming across her flushed face. She giggles like an air head. "Penny would kill you if she knew that you were watching me play with myself." She said in an amused tone, biting her lip.

Gabe's eyes widen in surprise as the whore's attention turns to him and the blonde bimbo's eyes become glued to the outline of his in his shorts cock. Annabeth rolls over and starts to crawl closer to him on her hands and knees, until she grips his meaty thighs and begins to slowly trail kisses up his hairy legs.

"I bet he wouldn't like seeing her girlfriend acting like this either." He smiles down at the young girl.

"Don't worry, I won't tell if you don't" Annabeth whispers as she nestles her head into the base of his crotch, deeply breathing in his musk and letting out a long moan. "I've never done this with a guy before."

Annabeth reaches to yank the hem of Gabe's shorts down before he catches her hand in his beefy mitt. "Are you going to ask nicely?" He asks, looking down into her bronze eyes.

Annabeth swallows hard and licks her lips, staring at the bulge before her and rubbing her thick thighs together. "Please..."

"Please what?"

"Let me suck your dick!" She begs, reaching out again and gripping his shaft tightly between her fingers and rubbing her face desperately along it's length.

Gabe looks down at Annabeth's curvaceous frame and plump breasts. Her face is flushed red with lust and he can see her nipples poking through her orange shirt. He grins. "Well, that wasn't so hard was it? Now let's see if you can handle this." Gabe says as he pulls down his shorts, letting his cock flop out and slap onto Annabeth's face.

"I've never seen one up close before and. Oh wow."

It's huge, long and thick and Annabeth feels herself begin to drip with excitement.

Gabe grabs Annabeth's head by her blonde curls, forcing it back... and leaving her mouth wide open for himself. The old man gives her a playful wink, pumping his throbbing erection in one hand and angling her face to right where he wants her before bucking his hips forward. Annabeth goes wide-eyed and gags, struggling against the giant cock being forced down her throat. Gabe laughs and thrusts forward, sheathing his turgid meat in her throat in one brutal thrust.

"Mm, that's good!" Gabe laughs. "C'mon. Struggle more — makes watching you gag on my dick that much hotter."

Annabeth moans softly, loving her mouth being pack with his meat and abused.

"That's right, use that tongue," Gabe grunts, bucking his hips harder. Annabeth bobs up and down on the mortals shaft. Gabe grins, satisfied with her efforts, and retires his hands to prop himself up on the bed.

"Mmmm… mmmmmm!", Annabeth moans, as he releases her hair, allowing her to really suck his meat. She sucks desperately and throats his dick, trying to make him cum. Annabeth pulls off with a 'plop' and a string of precum connecting her face to his dick and slaps his meat against her face as she moves her tongue along his shaft, her eyes glazed as she licks his dick. Spit and precum runs down her face and neck and soaking her shirt, turning the orange material slightly translucent.

"That's it, good girl. Fuck my dick with your tits", Gabe encourages, smacking her ass.

Annabeth's rocks up on her knees and grips firmly on his thighs, digging into his skin as she pull her chest up and over his cock.

"Like this?" Annabeth asks looking to the older man for guidance. Gabe looks down at the demigoddess' big, beautiful breasts, her nipples visible through the wet material.

"Rolls the bottom your shirt up." Gabe commands as the demigoddess follows. He lines up his throbbing cockhead with the cleavage of her under-boob. "Now bounce those titties."

"Anything for you!" Penny responds and slams her chest down and buries his dick between her boobs.

"Fuck, yeah baby," Gabe groans. "You've got the most amazing pair of knockers."

"Thank you, daddy," Annabeth giggles as she takes her hands off his thighs and presses her tits together, amplifying the vice of her slimy titflesh as she continues to work his cock between her tits.

She drives his entire length deep inside her cleavage. His balls slapping against the bottom of her tits as his cock head emerges out of the neck hole of her tight shirt and beings hitting the base of her chin.

Gabe grabs her shoulders pulls his hips downwards and slams himself back into her bosom, making her jiggle and bounce.

"Don't stop daddy," she begs, lifting her head off of his shoulder. "Keep fucking my tits, give me your cum daddy." The busty demigod bounces her tits in time with his thrusting, rubbing herself all over his cock while fingers pulls on her nipples. Her tongue lolls about, tasting the tangy musk that permeates the air. She tilts her head down as he pulls back again and opens her mouth to receive his turgid red cockhead as he thrusts back into her tits.

Annabeth moans and slurps hungrily around the shaft in her mouth, feeling it swell up inside her warm moth. With a moan of ecstasy, she finally feels it shoot deep within her throat, gagging slightly on the first blast. She continues sucking frantically, swallowing as much as possible, but Gabe reaches down and yanks her head back off his cock, the shooting the majority of his thick seed across her face, coating one of her eyes and dropping onto her chest. She moans softly and closes her eyes, revelling in the feeling of his warm seed splashing against her skin. Hedge's cum glazes her heaving chest like a donut as rope after rope is fired from his dick. When he's finally spent, he looks down to see Annabeth scooping his pooled cum from her tits and greedily shoving it into her mouth.

"There, how did that taste?", Gabe asks, grinning evilly.

Annabeth giggles and rubs at the mess on her face, licking her fingers clean.

"It tastes good, Way better than Penny's pussy." She says, smiling up at him his cum dripping down and staining her wet shirt.

"You are going to be such a naughty little whore for me." Gabe purrs, as he slowly jerks his cock back to full mast.

Annabeth smiles wide, gazing lovingly up at him.

"Anything you want, Daddy," she whispers softly, leaning forward and sucking on his fat hairy balls.

Gabe growls in pleasure, feeling her warm mouth and tongue suckle on his nuts.

Annabeth looks up hopefully into Gabe's eyes with one of his balls in his mouth before releasing is with a wet 'phlop!'

"Are you going to fuck my tight lesbian pussy with your big cock daddy?" Annabeth asks innocently.

"Yes baby, but first I want to see it. Get up and spin 'round."

She gets up from the floor and turns, bending over and presenting her tight, denim-clad ass to him.

He grins wickedly, reaching around and grabbing her firm round bubble butt cheeks in his large hands, squeezing them tightly before yanking her shorts down revealing small grey panties and pulling her close.

Gabe buries his nose in her pussy, taking a deep whiff of her lustful scent.

"Mmm... so perfect." He says huskily, sliding two fingers under her panties and spreading her open.

"I need you inside me, Daddy..."

He smacks her ass hard, making her yelp.

"I'll do what I want when I damn well feel like it whore." He commands, reaching forward and rubbing her clit as she shivers, whimpering in anticipation.

Gabe leans back in and shoves his filthy fat tongue into her tight young pussy, his eyes rolling back in appreciation for its glorious taste.

"Oh fuck!" She moans softly as he starts tongue fucking her hole, his fat fingers teasing and tweaking her clit while he licks it up and down, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

His cock grows even harder than before at the sight of her young naked body writhing in ecstasy from his oral ministrations, pressing back against his face and squirming slightly. He then slides a thick finger between her soft folds as she moans, before adding two more and thrusting deep inside her, feeling her inner walls clamp around his fingers as they eagerly accept him.

"Ohh goddddssss!" Annabeth moans loudly, her long legs wobbling as she grinds her pussy against Gabe's hand. "They're so thick!" She moans. "Fuck meeee!" She begs, arching her hips upwards and moaning in pleasure. "Please fuck meeeee!"

He ignores her and continues licking and fingering her tender pussy.

"Mmm... Fuck me Gabe!" Annabeth whimpers, trying to push herself further onto his mouth and hands. "Fuck my cunt you fat bastard!"

Gabe smirks and pulls away from her crotch, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her onto his lap. His cock wedges between the demigoddess' trembling thighs, rubbing aginst her smooth skin grind along her soaking entrance and enlarged clit.

"Fuck me please." Annabeth whimpers again, leaning her head back and looking up at him with pleading bronze eyes. "Fuck my tight little pussy that no other cock has ever been in."

"Oh yeah?" Gabe asks, leaning forwards and kissing her full on the lips, feeling her hot mouth open beneath his. "Show me how bad you want it."

Annabeth smiles hopefully and leaning forward, grips his hairy thighs for leverage before beginning to grind his cock on her entrance, her thick ass quacking every time it slaps into his crotch. She moans, turning her head back to look at him, before taking her hands off his thighs and grasping her large tits in her hands and tweaking her nipples. Continuing to bounce on his lap and grind his cock at her entrance. Annabeth slowly pulls of her cum-covered shirt. Moaning as the wet fabric pulls on her nipples. She turns slightly, showing off the naked swell of one of her breasts and erect nipple to Gabe as she twists her shirt firmly and raises it above her face, her tongue lolling out as the mixture of sweat, cum and spit splatters down into her mouth.

"Ohhh shit!" Gabe groans, becoming incredibly horny as he watches her debase herself for him as her round ass grinds back and forth seductively with his cock throbbing painfully between her thighs.

"Mmmmhmmmm... is that enough…?" Annabeth whispers huskily, leaning back into Gabe's chest.

"Yes," Gabe growls, his voice deep and gravelly, "fuck yes! I'm gonna fill your pretty little pussy with so much cum!"

Annabeth giggles and moans, pressing herself against Gabe's chest as she bounces faster and faster upon his lap. Her big boobs bounce and her tongue hangs out lewdly as she rides him furiously. She looks back at him again, biting her lip in anticipation of what is to come.

Gabe reaches down and grabs her by the waist, lifting her up off his lap until only her entrance remains resting atop his diamond-hard shaft, which he then slams into her pussy. Annabeth gasps loudly and wraps her arms back around his head, pushing back into him as he begins to fuck her.

"Does cheating on your dickless girlfriend make you horny bitch?" Gabe taunts as he Annabeth's mouth twists open in a silent scream, eyes bulging as she is crammed full of cock. Gabe grits his teeth, pushing hard until his hips batter against quivering ass-flesh.

"Yes! Dick is so good! I love dick!" Penny moans.

"Oof! Nice and tight for me, there ya go! Hahaha, come on, make some noise while you take it, huh?", punctuating each word with an echoing thump! of flesh slapping roughly against skin.

"Aghhh! Ohhhh… oh Gods, that's so big! Fuck meeeeee!", Annabeth moans, gasping for breath as Gabe begins to ram himself into her womb. Her pussy clenches around him as his hips begin move faster.

The room echoes with the heavy sounds of flesh-on-flesh, punctuated by muffled gasps and desperate groans. Gabe pulls her hair back and watches as the whore is impaled again and again on his dick; her hair hanging over her face, lips parted in blissful pleasure as his cock fucks the sense out of her.

"Oh Gods, yes, I'm yours now, I'll do anything you want. Just keep your dick in me please!"

Gabe laughs and keeps slaps her ass, "Good girl", he replies. With every stroke, he pulls out just enough to plunge back in, slamming balls deep into Annabeth's tender pussy every time. Annabeth grunts and growls like a wild beast as her hole is worked over by the mortal. She clenches around him tightly, gripping and milking his shaft as she takes everything he has to give.

"Fuckkk… FUCKKKKKK!", Annabeth moans, as Gabe releases her hair and lays back, allowing her to ride him.

"That's it, good girl. Ride that dick like the whore you are", Hedge encourages, smacking her ass. Annabeth moans and bounces desperately, her face flushed from exertion. Her breasts bounce wildly as they are buffeted by their powerful fucking. She pulls desperately at her nipples, moaning loudly as she hastens her orgasm.

Her pace quickens, and soon she is pounding her ass into Gabe's meat as fast and as hard as she possibly can. She cries out again as his meat is driven deep inside her, his heavy balls smacking against her pussy lips as she slams his length home into herself over and over again.

"FUCK! YES DADDY!" Annabeth shrieks, her hands coming down and gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them wider for Gabe's cock.

Annabeth's pussy feels incredible around his thick rod as all Gabe has to do is lay back and watch the young whore's ass bounce as she fucks herself stupid on his pole. Her pussy tightening and flexing with every inch of his girth that she slaps down into her tight hole.

Gabe grunts in delight, feeling the head of his cock begin to swell inside her. It's like a fire building up deep inside him, ready to explode. He knows that it won't be long before he explodes inside her beautiful body.

Gabe grabs her thick ass and pulls back slightly as Annabeth slams herself back down onto his thighs, his cock momentarily free of her furnace hot, vice-like pussy.

"Fuck daddy, shove it back inside me." Annabeth begs grinding her ass back on his cock, hotdogging its shaft with her cheeks as her copious juices make his hairy thighs glisten. "Please daddyyy-"

Annabeth's begging is silenced as Gabe reaches up and grabs her tiny throat in one of his hairy paws and pulls her backwards onto the bed on her back. Annabeth smiles giddily and spreads her legs eagerly as Gabe rolls his weight over and begins to prop himself up above her using the hand crushing her windpipe as leverage.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard." Gabe says, pushing his hips forward until the tip of his cock is pressed against her tight pink entrance. "You'll never forget this night slut."

As Gabe again begins to slide into Annabeth's tight pussy, he notices her eyes clear of bronze and turn grey before opening wide in shock and confusion.

Annabeth begins to shake back and forth trying desperately to get out from under where Gabe's hand on her throat and weight above her has her pinned.

Gabe smirks at her resistance, liking the change. "You ready for me to give you what every female wants, baby? I'm gonna fuck your tight little hole and show you what it feels like when a man takes control. You're gonna forget all about being a lesbian. Then I'm going to cum in you fertile womb; you're my breeding whore now."

Annabeth looks up at him with fear in her eyes as she tries to speak, but can't get any words out past his grip. She struggles wildly beneath him, but Gabe only grins as he pulls back his hips pointing his cock straight at her hot pussy.

Gabe thrusts into her, ramming his dick as deeply as he can into her. Annabeth screams silently as he fucks her hard, the sensation almost too much to bear. She pulls desperately onto the bed sheets around her so tightly, she tears them.

Annabeth's never been fucked by a man before. And she never imagined her first would be with one so dirty and disgusting either, grunting as he pounds into her. Her body shakes uncontrollably beneath him, unable to stop herself from screaming out. But all Gabe hears are muffled whimpers from her. He slams his hips against hers harder and faster. Annabeth is beginning to feel pleasure at being so brutally fucked. Its more intense that anything she has ever felt in her life. She feels herself coming close to cumming.

But Gabe isn't done yet. He pounds her even harder, watching her face as her expression changes from terror and pain to pure ecstasy. Annabeth can't make a sound her voice cracking and gasping for breath as her orgasm builds and her vision begins to darken. She claws against Gabe's hand chocking her neck as best she can while he continues to hammer away at her. She finally gives out, collapsing weakly underneath Gabe as her orgasm roars through her pounding ears and pleasure unlike anything she's ever felt shoots through her body in colossal waves.

As her pussy clamps down widely around its giant invader, Gabe throws his head back with a final triumphant roar, his entire body goes rigid and he grunts loudly as he cums, pumping his cock deep into Annabeth's womb and shooting rope after rope of hot, sticky spunk all over her fertile eggs. Annabeth locks up at him and gasps, her eyes wide open and staring up at him as if she cannot believe what she is seeing.

All of a sudden Gabe releases his grip on her throat, his eyes rolling back. And collapses on-top of her already snoring.

Annabeth lies there, trapped beneath his sweaty bulk, gasping for air. Her legs spread open as his cock fires the last of its spasming load into her pussy. She doesn't say a word, just lays there panting, staring at the ceiling, wondering how she ended up with her girlfriend's step-dad's cock softening in her pussy. Before she too passes out.

When she wakes up, Gabe is gone.

Startled, sitting up abruptly and looking around the unfamiliar room. Her demigod training begins to kick in before she feels a massive amount of sperm shift out of her womb and gush out of her pussy forcing her to lay back down.

The room spins around her, making her want to throw up. Finally, after the last of the cum leaks out of her, she sits up gingerly, wincing as the motion makes her stomach churn. As she moves, her body trembles, and she nearly falls back onto the bed, but catches herself.

She stands and walks unsteadily towards the bathroom, using the sink to hold herself up as she stands naked in front of the mirror, staring at herself.

"How did that happen?" She asks aloud. "This can't be real...this has got to be some kind of nightmare. Right?" She thinks. "It's gotta be a bad dream..."

"Ready for round two?" comes a grumbling voice from the darkness. A hairy chest comes into to focus behind her in the mirror and a huge cock grinds into her bruised ass.

Annabeth screams and pushes off a confused Gabe, running out of the room and snatching a bundle of clothes on the way before sprinting out the door.

All she wanted was to get Penny something meaningful for their anniversary.

How was she going to explain this to her girlfriend...

Chapter 3: Annabeth the Boy's Toilets (WIP)

Notes:

WIP, re-working of this chapter in progress to show off Matt's powers.

Chapter Text

Annabeth the Boy's Toilets

Matt Sloan chuckles to himself as he enters the boy's toilets of Meriwether College Prep school, looking forward to showing that nerd Penny Jackson whose boss during PE with his new friends.

Matt is about to enter one of the toilet stalls when he hears a voice muttering from inside one of the neighbouring cubicles. Intrigued, Matt slowly walks up to the cubicle door, and peers through the small crack. His eyes bulge in his head as he looks through and is immediately rewarded with the view of the best pair of tits, he's ever seen confined in an orange tank top with a strange symbol on it.

Matt feels himself growing hard as he tilts his head, trying to get a better angle to peer into the cubicle. "…Well she's got a break then… maybe in the hallway? …no, better to…" a soft feminine voice comes from inside the cubicle as Matt gets a better position and a sly grin spreads across his face as the owner of this magnificent pair of tits is none other than Penny Jackson's girlfriend.

An idea starts to form in Matt's head as he backs away from the cubicle door and quickly checks no one else is in the toilets before taking a running start and smashing his shoulder into the cubicle door. It bursts open revealing Annabeth sitting on the closed toilet pouring over scraps of paper that she drops to the floor in her surprise.

"Hey there," Matt rumbles, stepping forward. "Fuckmeat."

"What!?" Annabeth says, looking at Matt in surprise. Matt doesn't respond, instead he moves into the toilet stall and slams the door behind him, jamming the broken lock to insure some privacy for what he's about to do.

Surging forward Matt grabs Annabeth who struggles and kicks against him as he pins her to the toilet and looms over her. "You don't go here, slut, so why you hanging in my toilets? Waiting for someone? Or something?" Matt says with an evil glint in his eyes.

He then reaches forward and all but tears Annabeth's top from her perfect body, her beautiful pair of heavy breasts spilling free. The mortal murmurs appreciatively, taking a handful of the goods on show and squeezing. "Maybe I should go and report you to the principle, can't have whores like you hiding in our bathrooms, seducing innocent young men like myself" Matt continues as he gives one of Annabeth's tits a squeeze.

"Nnnfh!" Annabeth grunts, looking up at Matt with defiance in her eyes but also realisation as she seems to relax into his groping. "Whatever, get a good feel now, dickhead, because it's the last time you'll get the chance!"

"Doubt it," Matt mutters absently, tugging her nipple hard enough to make her moan. "Look at you" Matt says as he gropes the young demigoddess and points to the material of Annabeth's thin yoga pants, which are drenched with wetness, her crotch subconsciously grinding against the side of Matt's leg.

"Big, tough girl that just wants to be laid out and dominated?" Matt says, clearly enjoying the theatricality. He leans down, eye-level with the growling demigoddess, and grins. "You're going to be moaning for me in no time."

Her eyes perceptibly widen before she glowers at him, setting her jaw. "Scum. The next time I see you I'll beat the living hell out of you..."

Oh, she's angry. Matt spins her around and puts her feet back on the ground and presses her against the toilet. Matt taps Annabeth's heels to make her spread her muscular, slender legs, he then reaches down and performs the grand reveal, ripping open the demigoddess leggings to reveal her tight pussy.

Annabeth grunts as Matt places the base of his massive cock between the cheeks of her big, curvy ass and rubs her there. "No, fuck! That's not gonna fit!" Annabeth protests

"Aww, don't worry," Matt chuckles, "We'll make it work." He pulls back and slides his shaft between Annabeth's legs. Drawing it back slowly, Matt aligns himself with Annabeth's pussy. He leans forward, tightening his grip on her waist. The tension is palpable.

"Ready?" Matt murmurs to her.

"That's not going to fit," Annabeth whispers back at him, desperation in her voice as she glances downwards.

"Not if you clench up like that," he retorts, lowering one hand to give Annabeth's ass a spank so hard it sets it jiggling and forces a grunt from her lips. "Loosen up or I'll have to fuck your ass."

"Fine," Annabeth hisses, reaching back and roughly grabbing her asscheeks to spread them apart. "Take me, you dumb beast."

"Don't worry, lots of experience making girls like you feel great," Matt replies, grinning lopsidedly.

"Ohhhh- shit... fuck!" Annabeth grunts, flexing in his grip as he enters her. Matt thrusts deep within her, grunting, as Annabeth moans. Annabeth bows her head and grits her teeth, a grimace of effort on her scrunched-up face as her heavy, sweaty tits begin to sway beneath her.

"Ggrgh... FUCK!" Annabeth shouts, straightening back up. "You dumb fffucking animal! Just fuck me, I don't have the patience for this!"

"Scared you're going to enjoy it?" Matt huffs. "Fine, bitch. I'll fuck you." He pulls out of Annabeth's pussy and while she's trying to recover and slams her into the side of the stall.

The two of them scrabble in the stall, until Matt emerges victorious with Annabeth lying on her back on the toilet seat and his hands wrapped tightly around her wrists and her legs held apart by his thighs.

The first thrust of his re-entry makes Annabeth groan out loud and tense in his grip, her hands balling into tight fists. Matt shuffles closer and the second makes her moan, her head craning backwards as his shaft slides deeper within her. Her arrogant posturing begins to crumble beneath the laborious panting and powerful exertions of the man atop her, back arching when he finally slides himself balls-deep.

Matt then pulls back and slams into Annabeth so hard her ass claps, her cheeks jiggling in the wake of his thrust. Annabeth cries out and impulsively arches her back, feeling Matt digging deeply into her. Matt's fingers squeeze at Annabeth's waist and she throws her head back upon his next rough insertion, being thoroughly fucked by her thick-cocked attacker.

Matt takes his hands off her arms and they limply fall to her sides, unresisting. He scoops Annabeth off the toilet and holds her close as he begins to slowly roll his hips into her. She doesn't try to fight him now, a honey-sweet cry of pleasure spilling from her open mouth before she can stop herself.

"You dumb fucking mortal," Annabeth moans as Matt bites her neck, lifting her head away to give him better access. "I'm n-not your fucking lover!"

"Wouldn't mind if you were," Matt grunts, rubbing her back as he thrusts deep enough to make her ass clench up. "Good fuck for a toilet whore!" It's clear Matt doesn't intend for this to be over and done with at once.

The minutes wear on as they become more and more intertwined, Annabeth's arms begrudgingly coming to rest across Matt's back, wrapped around to keep him tight. It takes her a while to be able to handle the length of his cock thrusting into her all at once but by the time she can, she's got her legs up in the air with her heels digging into his sides.

They certainly look like lovers now, the slaps of flesh and accompanying cries of blazing lust ringing out from the mess of limbs.

The sounds of a group a of guys entering the toilets can be heard over Annabeth's moaning and they all immediately notice the intense fucking happening in the stall and let out a chorus of whoops and jeers slapping the sides of the stall and jostling each other trying to get a look inside.

"Harder!" Annabeth cries seemingly uncaring now that she has an audience, her nails digging into Matt's back. "I thought you were a stud!" Rising to the bait, Matt shifts above her and begins to pound her jiggling ass so hard she screams, a hoarse cry of utter bliss that seems to echo. She can barely keep herself clinging to him and were she any less of a slut, she wouldn't.

"Yeah Matt fuck her hard bro!"

"Bro let me in come on"

"Sharing is caring bro" comes a chorus of voices from outside.

"Wait up you idiots this bitch is mine!" Matt shouts as he pounds deep into Annabeth, her eyes rolling back in her head as she moans.

Matt shifts again, settling behind Annabeth and pounding her perfect body from behind. His massive balls slapping against Annabeth's jiggling rear as she screams for it harder, scarcely believing he can be so fucking thick and big. His gigantic cock plunges into Annabeth's pussy with bestial abandon, the mortal holding Annabeth's hands behind her back and bouncing her off his thighs every time he roughly pulls her back into them.

Matt pounds her from behind, fucking Annabeth so hard she forgets herself and submits to his overwhelming presence, as he keeps her bouncing against him. Annabeth has accepted her role, as a dirty toilet whore and is pressing back against Matt's thighs with all her might, groaning like the practiced slut she is.

"Such a slut for me, aren't you?" Matt murmurs. "I love that about you, so wet and willing."

Annabeth feels like such a slut for revelling so much in the brutal treatment of her body, and enjoying having the audience, but that doesn't stop her eyes from rolling in her head when she feels a squirt of hot precum inside her. If anything, it just makes Annabeth even hornier, knowing Matt's so close to busting a massive nut into her tight pussy.

Annabeth can feel him gripping her tighter, grunting and flexing, his thighs slamming into the back of her own. "Fuh- fucking destroy me!" Annabeth pants, voice strained as she tenses up on the verge of her own orgasm. "Fuckkkkk!" He picks Annabeth up right as she starts to cum, wrapping his arms around her big, weighty tits and linking them behind her neck before he swings Annabeth down onto his studcock.

Annabeth lets out a moan of pure ecstasy that's immediately drowned out by the loud, guttural groan from behind her, the mortal finding release in the confines of her tight, spasming walls. Annabeth rolls and grinds her massive hips into Matt's groin as they begin moaning together.

Matt's cock erupts inside Annabeth, jets of hot, thick seed shooting up into her body before the excess begins to drip and splatter the ground below. Blissful pleasure washes through Annabeth, her pussy clamps down on Matt so tightly she can feel his heartbeat resounding through her for a second.

Matt paints Annabeth's womb white, filling her with virile sperm. "Fuck..." Matt sighs eventually, tensed muscles relaxing. He slowly loosens his grip on Annabeth, unwrapping his arms and Sitting her down on the toilet. Matt pulls himself out with a grunt and Annabeth moans, feeling a deluge of his spunk run down her shaking thighs.

Just feeling the engorged edge of his cock slip out of her lips makes Annabeth cum a little, setting her quivering all over again. "That's better" Matt mutters absentmindedly, wiping his cock off on Annabeth's buttcheeks before he shuffles up to where she's sitting on the toilet until he's positioned over her chest and lets his half-flaccid cock slap down between Annabeth's sweat-soaked titties, letting out a few small spurts of jizz up her chest and neck.

"Suck it clean, slut," Matt instructs Annabeth, running his hands through her blonde hair and pulling her closer. "Mmmhh... that's right." Annabeth laps and licks at Matt's twitching length until there's nothing on his cock but her saliva, at which point Matt presses it to Annabeth's lips and pushes downwards, sinking herself to the very base with a satisfied grunt.

"Ooooh, yes," Matt moans. "You are so good at this. Like you were born to suck my cock." Annabeth's cheeks burn a little at the thought, but she continues blowing him all the same. The way his dick is growing thick and hard against her juicy lips and her tongue is just too enchanting to stop.

"He guys someone put holes in these!" comes a shout from the neighbouring cubicles as Annabeth looks to her sides and sees multiple thick cocks jutting out proudly from various holes in the toilet stall walls.

Sinking to the base of Matt's growing, pumping shaft, Annabeth's gives his balls a cursory lashing with her tongue, lapping up his sweat and musk before she hollows her cheeks and slowly rises, sucking hard all the way. As she eyes off the various cocks on display around her.

"Uunnnh," Matt moans, fingers tightening around Annabeth's blonde hair. "Gods, yes. You know what I like, don't you?" Annabeth doesn't bother to reply, not wanting to let up on sucking this glorious cock for even a moment.

Annabeth wraps her hands around two of the additional dicks, jacking them off with a fervour wholly unbecoming of a demigoddess. What's coming over me? Annabeth thinks. Her body's just lost control, going for every ounce of sexual overindulgence it can. "So you are just a whore after all!" Matt says watching Annabeth jack off his buddies as she sucks his cock.

"Well then you'll have no issue with this!" Matt says as he shoves himself further inside Annabeth as and slides his swollen cock into the recesses of Annabeth's throat. "Oh, fuck," he grunts, grabbing Annabeth's head. "Look at me slut!" He commands as she finds herself staring straight into his eyes as Matt starts to fuck her throat.

Annabeth lets him ravage her, gurgling with every savage thrust, saliva spilling from between her lips as Matt forces it from her mouth. Gods, he's pounding me like an animal! And I love it so much! Annabeth thinks, as Matt's enormous cock begins to throb in her throat while he drills her, heavy balls slapping fiercely against her chin.

Suck, pump, jack; the motions all blend into one unending euphoria. Again and again, Annabeth's tongue greets Matt's musky cockhead with frenetic licks, reaching down to his balls as his length disappears down her straining throat.

The rest of the boys enter the cubicle beside Matt and just hump away at Annabeth's hands, legs, anything they can rub their members on. Cum is rubbed like soap into Annabeth's skin, assaulting her senses anew with every thrust.

"Give her a cum bath, boys!" Matt cheers while thrusting into Annabeth's throat. His breathing growing increasingly laboured, Matt strains through gritted teeth and pulls his thighs in around Annabeth's head, trapping her in place as her slams into her. " "Paint our little slut white!" Matt shouts loudly, fucking Annabeth's face incredibly deep, and Gods, do they paint her.

First, a hot, thick stream of Matt's spunk jets right down Annabeth's gullet, his jizz splattering down the back of Annabeth's throat and filling her stomach. Matt pulls back and resheathes himself with the force of a stallion as another river of sperm gushes from the head of his pulsating dick. Playing her submissive role, Annabeth gurgles and gulps at the base of Matt's staggering shaft, swallowing every droplet of his hefty loads.

The gang of boys around him aim their shafts down and splatter their loads all over Annabeth's perfect breasts and toned belly; streaks of errant cum hit her square in the cheeks and chin. The final straw comes Matt pulls out and semen streams down directly onto Annabeth's face from his spasming cock prick.

"God, fuck!" He pulls out and collapses backwards, falling back onto the ground panting hard while Annabeth works through drinking the last few remnants in her mouth and shovelling handfuls of the cum on her body into her mouth. Gods, it's so thick, is the last thing Annabeth thinks before passing out in the toilet stall covered in cum.

Chapter 4: Sally Gets Sweet on America (Coming Soon)

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Chapter 5: Annabeth Returns

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Annabeth Returns

Annabeth takes a deep breath and knocks on the apartment door.

"It's open" comes a shout from inside.

She pushes open the door and is greeted by the sight of Gabe reclined on his favourite sofa chair in the living room. The television blaring ESPN. Chips and beer cans were strewn all over the carpet.

"So, you came back." He says around his cigar, hardly looking up.

"Yeah," Annabeth responds tears streaming down her face. She can't quite read his expression.

He blows out smoke. "You're here to fuck again?"

Annabeth swallows hard and he snorts loudly. She looks at the floor, unsure what to say. He is so ugly. But Penny wouldn't understand. And she'd felt so unsafe ever since the incident in the boy's bathroom when she tried to tell Penny what had happened and beg for forgiveness. She couldn't now, how could she be forgiven after what had happened.

"I mean, I'm not going to turn down free pussy? But let me tell you something. I don't like being used like a piece of meat."

Annabeth gives him a surprised look, wiping away tears. "Used?"

Gabe smiles broadly as he takes another drag. "Give and take. I need someone round here to cook and clean, and your lesbian pussy needs a cock."

"Oh. Um..." Annabeth's mouth goes dry. Was he serious?

"Look, I'll be honest with you." Gabe leans forward with that hideous grin of his. "My ex-wife used to do the chores around here. So I'm giving you this offer: keep me fed and my place clean, or go back to your boring old girlfriend's stinky pussy."

There was a pause. Annabeth looks up at him, remembering how safe, how beautiful how wanted he'd made her feel. She couldn't explain the feelings or where they had come from but that didn't make them any less real to her.

Gabe turns back to the TV.

And Annabeth knew there was only one answer she could give. "O-Okay."

Gabe stretches and leans back, puffing on his cigar. "Good girl. You come in, make yourself comfortable, fix dinner."

Annabeth stands awkwardly before him. "Um, thanks."

He turns his lecherous eyes back to her. "And you aren't allowed clothes anymore. Strip."

...

An hour later Annabeth calls "Dinner's ready!" as she walks back into the living room. The voluptuous demigoddess is wearing nothing but a kitchen apron when she emerges, pulled tight against her enormous breasts. She carries a steaming plate of lasagne and hands it to Gabe who sits up slightly in his chair. His eyes glued to her huge tits bouncing heavily under the thin fabric of her apron.

Gabe lets out an appreciative whistle, his eyes roaming over her body hungrily. "This looks wonderful."

Annabeth beams, his attention filling her up like nothing else.

Gabe leans down and rests the plate on the enormous swell of his stomach and begins eating. Annabeth nervously watches him, praying he will like the food.

"So, where did you learn how to cook like this?" Gabe asks between bites, licking a bit of sauce off his lips.

Annabeth looks at him shyly. "From my Father. We used to cook together often when I was little."

Gabe nods thoughtfully. "That's nice."

Annabeth glances at Gabe's bulging crotch and bites her lip as she tries to think of something else to talk about. For some reason she is so aroused by the sight of him she can barely stand it.

"Well, while I have my meal, would you like one I prepared for you earlier?" Gabe says through mouthfuls of lasagne whilst one hand gropes his hardening cock through his shorts.

Annabeth smiles brightly. "Yes please." She says, sinking to her knees. She waits for a command, or at least approval.

Gabe looks at her and grins, taking another bite of his lasagne. Annabeth carefully pulls away his shorts to reveal his thick cock and round, seed-filled balls. As she slowly moves his shorts to his knees, she takes a long, deep breath: his musk like a mixture of sweat, cheese, and cheap cigars. Perfect.

Her eyes remain fixed on the fat member now revealed to be resting between her legs. With trembling fingers, she places a hand on each of Gabe's thighs to slowly push them apart further. The feeling of power and uncaring masculinity in his fatty hairy thighs is intoxicating. She feels so safe. So protected, between them.

Annabeth looks up from between Gabe's thighs to see his eyes fixed on the blaring TV behind her, uncaring as she wraps a shaking hand around his monster cock. She carefully lifts his cock and leans in to brush the underside of it with her lips. Annabeth licks its length, leaving a long trails of saliva dripping down the side, a cock that fills most of her view even as she look up at him, hoping to see some reaction to her efforts.

Gabe loudly chews on his lasagne.

Annabeth slides lower, still holding his noticeably stiffer pride, to lovingly lick his juicy, hairy balls. Gods, they're so swollen. She fantasizes about where the seed his balls are bulging with is all going to go — that thought alone is enough to get her that much wetter...

With a whore's sly hesitation, Annabeth removes her apron bit by bit, pausing every so see if Gabe appreciates the show. He takes a swig of his beer and doesn't notice until finally her breasts drops free... at which point Gabe looks down with an appreciative leer.

"Hah. Well then." Gabe's beady-eyes twinkle. "Why don't you show me what learnt from last time?"

Humming excitedly, Annabeth enfolds his cock so deeply in warm, soft boob that even a mighty rod like his almost entirely disappears into her sea of bronze cleavage. Still wet with her saliva, it glides easily between her breasts, up and down. On the downstrokes, Annabeth pauses to lean down and kiss the proud, tender crown as it emerges from her bosom; on the upstrokes, she uses her arms to squeeze her tittyflesh as tightly as she can around his cock. Annabeth works Gabe's cock relentlessly, burying it in soft titty, rubbing it so hard and so fast that she's sure his delicous pre will start to flow, any second now —

"Ah, ah." Gabe rumbles from above, causing her to slow down. "That's your dinner. We can't let it go to waste; it's supposed to end up inside you."

"Oh. Oops." Annabeth brushes a lock of gold hair back over her ear and flashes Gabe a sheepish grin. "I got a bit carried away."

Annabeth wraps her mouth around the head of his fat cock. It feels warm and soft in her mouth, and she sucks gently and dives slowly down to his base. As soon her lips kiss his base, the man groans with delight.

Annabeth looks up at him and flutters her eyelashes, desperate for more of his approval. She slowly pulls back, extracting his cock from her mouth inch by inch. As she works her way off his pride, she makes sure to squeeze her lips as tightly as she can. Then, with a resounding pop, she finally pulls herself free.

"Mmmmmm." Annabeth moans, her thoughts consumed by worshiping the fat organ before her. It blocks half the world as she lovingly kisses it from below; when she switches her attention back to his fat, seed-swollen balls, it weighs heavily on her face. She's already missing the feel, the taste of him in her mouth so she quickly licks up his underside and plunges down when her lips feel his crown and at long last, she feels the faint salt of pre leak out of him and onto her tongue.

It tastes like heaven.

Annabeth bobs up and down, eyes still fixed on Gabe's, searching for his approval with all she's worth. His swollen shaft has resumed its rightful place in her mouth, in her throat, inside her, but still he holds onto the true prize, the precious cargo in his balls. Annabeth pulls out all the stops, working him with her tongue, cooing happily deep in her throat, letting her immense tits bounce free, gazing up at him with a look of genuine adoration.

It works.

"Fuck," Gabe pants, shifting in his seat, his plate clattering to the ground beside him forgotten. His beady eyes find her desperately submissive ones and his thin lips twitch into a smile. "Oh, Fuck, you look absolutely like a whore down there."

Warmth surges into Annabeth's pussy at the sound of his praise. Redoubling her efforts, she throats him harder and harder, no less lovingly but increasingly relentlessly as she seeks her lover's creamy treat. She's starting to sweat, and she can feel her own saliva leak out from that tiny, tight space between her lips and the magnificent fuckrod stuffing her mouth, and still she slurps him down with all the gusto she can muster. Annabeth feels him tighten, tense; she feels the twitches in his fat thighs. Invigorated by the knowledge that she's getting him closer, she works Gabe's cock even harder. Time and again, her luscious lips descend his throbbing fuckpole to plant themselves round his hairy base.

"Ahhhh shit..." Gabe runs a hand through Annabeth's golden locks. "I'm close — gonna feed you every last drop."

The words echo dimly in Annabeth's head as if said from far away. But she's not too cock-drunk to miss it, so she throats his immense organ as deeply as it'll go.

Gabe's eyes widen and Annabeth only has a few seconds of cock-twitching anticipation before the old man gasps "HNNGH!" and the dam breaks and a river of hot, thick seed rushes into her. His powerful hips pump once, twice, again, mashing his dick into the back of her throat. His load fills her belly with as much cum as she could possibly want, and all she does, all she can do, is hold him tightly, gaze up at him with the most adoring cockslut expression she can muster, and swallows down his seed until he's all tapped out.

Time passes slowly as Annabeth waits for the full weight of Gabe's load to slowly settle inside her. But it's time well spent, time to feel his warmth, enjoying the salt on her tongue, slowly recovering her wits. She waits until his cumflow has abated and his cock has started to soften before slowly pulling herself off the still-magnificent organ proudly holding Gabe's cum-slathered, spit-shined cock upright once she does.

"Just look at you, whore," Gabe mutters. "I wish I could see this sight every day — not to mention feel this feeling. You did a wonderful job."

"Did?" Annabeth says hazily. Her jaw and tongue aren't quite back to normal yet after having had a foot of meat in them for so long, so her words come out a little slurred, but otherwise understandable. "'M not done yet..."

"Is that... Good girl." Gabe mumbles in approval when Annabeth leans forward and lovingly clean off his slick, well-used cock. "Bet your glad to finally have dick in your life."

Still in the midst of licking the seed off, Annabeth responds to that last comment not with words but with a long, wet smooch right on his tip.

"Enjoy your meal?" Gabe says, finally stuffing the last piece of greasy lasagne into his mouth and chewing loudly.

"I loved it! It was super tasty." Annabeth sighs happily and looks up at him with wide adoring eyes. "Just what I needed."

"Did you have a bad day today?," Gabe murmurs. A hairy paw comes up to stroke her dirty blonde hair. "Tell me."

"Yes. I was going to tell – tell Penny. I snuck into her school. And I just couldn't bring myself to, I don't know why and then those boys found me in the toilet and then…" Annabeth shudders trailing off.

"Don't worry." Gabe responds using Annabeth's hair to dry his greasy fingers. "You'll never have a bad day again."

"Promise?" Annabeth asks looking up at Gabe. Her young, innocent eyes beginning to fill with tears again.

"I promise that if you do whatever I ask of you that you'll never feel this way again."

"Really?"

"Really." Gabe finishes and continues stroking his newest whore. They sit there in a pleasant silence as the TV blares in the background as a profound sense of belonging washes over the young demigoddess.

"Daddy?" Annabeth asks breaking the silence.

"Yes, my little lezzie?"

"I kinda wanna go again soon and get another big creamy load."

"You're desperate. I'll give you that." Gabe chuckles. "Let's see if you can earn the privilege of sleeping in my bed."

Chapter 6: Annabeth's Training

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Annabeth's Training

Annabeth the legendary, powerful, curvaceous, genius Demigoddess... obediently follows the obese and stinky Gabe through his messy apartment like giddy little bimbo.

"So, you're going to be training me?" Annabeth whispers shyly. "How?"

"In every way I know until your start approaching being acceptable." Gabe sighs waving a meaty paw towards her as he uses the other to open the door to familiar room.

"You don't have any plans for the next few days, do you?" Gabe asks, stepping towards the bed to where Annabeth can see her underwear from their first encounter has joined the pile of bras and panties that covers her girlfriend's childhood bed.

"...I guess I don't anymore." Annabeth smiles shyly, shutting the door behind her.

Gabe hums in approval and pulls open a draw filled with bottles and exotic looking fuck-toys.

"So, how do we start?" Annabeth pesters.

"No more questions." Gabe snaps back. The large man thuds over to the bed, turning his bulk around and settling onto the edge of the mattress. "Get me hard. Without touching."

Annabeth nods silently and moves forward before settling before Gabe. She's is as naked as the day she was born as per his rules. The curves of her supple young form glowed in the low light compared to Gabe's bulging hairy body, his dark shorts and yellowed tank top struggling to contain him. Nothing had ever looked more attractive to Annabeth's eyes.

On her knees before Gabe, Annabeth begins humming in a seductive purr at the sight of his flaccid but still tremendously large tool just beginning to throb to hardness through the fabric of his shorts. Her pussy turns into a juicy mess. She starts low and takes her time, eyelids drifting halfway closed while she plants delicate little kisses, nibbles, and licks up Gabe's thick and hairy legs. Her soft hands begin tracing the hem of Gabe's shorts as she starts moaning quietly, perky tits jiggling while her lips tease the inside of his thighs.

"You're intoxicating..." Annabeth mumbles, ass swaying slowly from side-to-side. "I want you to—"

Gabe cuts her off by grabbing her hair with one hand and slapping her across the face with the other. Annabeth gasps. Holding her in place, Gabe leans down and tilts the demigoddess' head back until he can hear her breathing in his ear while he growls into hers.

"I don't remember saying you could speak pet." Even the slightest amount of rough treatment makes the lusty girl's pussy squirm. He holds her there and feels her tremble for a long moment before giving her hair a tug. "Up."

Annabeth all but jumps to her feet, her large boobs swaying with the moment. Gabe gestures for her to turn around and takes his time admiring her curves as she does, before laying another hard slap across her thick ass to make her yelp, digging his fingers in and grabbing a wonderful, quivering cheek of fuckable flesh while it's stinging and sensitive. When she tosses her hair back and looks over her shoulder, Gabe detects a hint of hesitation to her lustful smile.

With a smile of his own, Gabe reaches into the bedside table to fetch a few goodies. First of all is a black beanie that he slides over Annabeth's head, so it covers her eyes and leaves her pretty nose and mouth exposed.

"Now for the rest of your surprises." Gabe enunciates his point by slapping the side of one of Annabeth's plump tits, enjoying the subtle tensing of her body at the unexpected stimulation. He grins and gently nibbles her ear, running both hands over her ass before burying his face in her tender neck.

"Get used to this, you're going to have a big test in a few days." Gabe says, slowly licking Annabeth's neck as her muscles tense up slightly again.

The hands he has on Annabeth's ass slide inwards, until his fingers find a plump, virgin asshole, and a wonderfully wet pussy... before suddenly pushing her forward and standing up removing his hands from her body. He gently circles her, watching as Annabeth slowly rubs her thighs together, her ass swaying impatiently and her naked flesh slightly shivering. She doesn't move and she doesn't question him even as the moment stretches on.

"On your knees." Gabe hisses as Annabeth shudders, her head darting around, trying to locate the location of his voice. The demigoddess blindly makes her way to her knees. Her toned ass bouncing expectantly on her heels. Gabe can almost hear the pounding of her heart. He starts to step heavily, ensuring Annabeth can hear every slap of his feet on the floor. Once he's around to her front, Gabe is blessed with a lustful expression, and a mouth hanging open waiting for him.

"You are filthy." Gabe admires, running a thumb across her plump lips, smiling when she gives it a kiss. "But beautiful."

It's just a word, a simple compliment, but it rocks the Annabeth's world, she shudders uncontrollably for a long moment. Gabe smiles as he looks down to see a pool of juices beginning to form beneath her as she hungrily sucks on his thumb. The sight of such a submissive whore is proving difficult to ignore, and soon Gabe is fishing out his surging dick to take his thumb's place. It's colossal head pressing up against Annabeth's lips.

"It smells soooo good..." Annabeth finally sighs breaking the silence and Gabe's command. She tastes him with gentle licks before opening wide. "And taste even be— MN!!!"

Gabe silences the horny whore once more by thrusting forward, hilting himself in her throat immediately. Annabeth's throat stretches to accommodate the sudden girth, and her breathing flows hot and heavy across Gabe's balls. His hands grip hard on the sides of her face.

"Uhf— hmn!" Annabeth gags as her tongue tries to wrap around Gabe's huge erection while he thrusts, blissfully giving herself over to being used as a fucktoy.

Gabe fucks Annabeth's face as hard as he can, bending over her body, hands on the sides of her face, and hips rutting until his nuts are slapping against her chin on every stroke. Her tits slap together in time with his impacts.

When Gabe withdraws, Annabeth gurgles and gasps, leaving sweet strands of spit connecting him to her while she gets back a little air. Her tongue, however, continues to lavish his cock, desperate to milk cum out of him. With one hand moving to grip tightly into her hair, the other reaches down to give her cheek a delicate stroke at odds with his rough treatment. Gabe slightly pulls back the beanie to reveal a look of absolution adoration in Annabeth eyes as he fucks her face. Gabe smiles down at her and lowers the beanie back down over her eyes and his hand continues down and sinks into one of her perky, large tits.

"Mnnnnnn..." Annabeth moans into Gabe's cock, eagerly sucking down his prodigious length while he fondles her jiggly, swaying breasts. It doesn't take much kneading to get her moaning even louder, and the pull of juices to grow beneath her swaying, twitching body.

There's yet another deep, lusty moan from Annabeth around Gabe's rutting dick... and he realises he's actually making her cum. With a wicked laugh Gabe abandons his grip on her head, hilts himself in her mouth, and makes her suck while he digs both of his big hands into her full tits. Annabeth squirms as her thighs shine with girlcum.

Gabe is close to the edge himself, and he wants to cum in Annabeth's mouth while she's trying to scream his name. It's a simple matter to tug on her nipples and softly-utter adoration at her: "I can't wait to show you off to all of the guys."

With that, as Gabes orgasm surges forward – Annabeth finds herself set off too by the thought of being displayed and used like a whore by Gabe's probably gross buddies.

"Owhgmwagawdss… GWWABBE!!!" Annabeth screams.

The result of Gabe's orgasm is anything but clean, his heavy ropes of spunk drools from her nose, mouth, and lips from Annabeth's failed effort to drink it all at once. Makeup trickles from beneath her mask, further adding to the obscenely slutty mess he's made of the beautiful girl's perfect expression.

"And now you're not just filthily beautiful; now you look like the perfect little bitch. And the boys are gonna love running your pretty face through." Annabeth shivers and actually whimpers as her body begs Gabe for further stimulation... even if her brain seems to have been short-circuited.

"Mnnnnnn... when?" Annabeth gasps, so desperately needy, she doesn't hear Gabe step away.

"Patience..." Gabe promises, fetching some nipple clamps and a rather interesting-looking gag; a flexible-looking, ridged dildo strapped to a leather harness. "You'll get to show off all you're learning soon enough."

Annabeth shivers and moans at the thought. When he steps back close enough again. She wiggles helplessly in her bindings until Gabe presses the tip of the dildo against her drool-and-cum-coated lips.

"Oh... what's thi-" Annabeth manages before she's forced to swallow the huge dildo and silenced around its base. The pitch of her moans becomes a choke.

"Is the thought of getting your face fucked by a train of men really getting you this horny?" Gabe teases with a wicked grin, Gabe pulls Annabeth back onto her feet and sits down on the bed infront of her.

"Mhm!" Annabeth gurgles in response around the dildo. Her moan is answered in turn by two clamps latching onto her nipples. "HhhM!"

Her muffled yelp is a delight to Gabe's ears, and once they're secured, he gives her breasts a nice, slow knead as the plump flesh all but swallows his fingers up. Finally, Gabe looks down at the young girl's ass. He runs his big hands down her tight body and then squeezes and kneads her buttcheeks.

"Mmmnnnn." Annabeth's moan of ecstasy is accompanied by the jingling of the nipple clamps. Gabe grasps her ass, spreading her cheeks, and presenting her pretty pink donut and pussy. Annabeth's virgin asshole winks at Gabe, and he's aching to taste her.

"Ahhgwh!" Annabeth gasps in between loving sucking and drooling on the dildo-gag, hips twitching as Gabe's tongue punches into her ring exploring her insides for the first time ever, Penny had never treated her like this.

Gabe gives her a short sharp spank that makes her ass shudder around him. His thick tongue squirms around her sensitive walls. His drool runs down her crack, unfortunately — or fortunately for Annabeth, perhaps — Gabe's got plans with her leaking pussy. Her tight back door will have to wait for another time.

Gabe stands up from the bed and drops his musky member into the cleavage of her ass, grinding back and forth and getting nicely lubed in his own spit and her copious pussy juices. Annabeth's body is made to be teased, stretched, and abused.

"You're doing so well my precious little fuckpet." Gabe admires running his hands around the curvature of her ass. Annabeth's pussy is ready and waiting for him spread, plump, and shining. Gabe leans in and whispers. "I'm so proud."

The way that comment sets Annabeth off proves to be the perfect moment for Gabe to lift his hips, take aim, and fill her cunt with cock.

"Fuuuwwgckkk!" Annabeth moans hard, body rocked from head-to-tail in a shiver. Juices drip out around Gabe's hilt as he's swallowed whole, and her womb feels as though it reaches down to greet him. Her cervix kisses at his fat tip, begging for him to get just that little deeper. Gabe's fingers dig harder into her perfect peach of an ass, and he locks Annabeth in place while he saws his hips gently back and forth — easing his way in and drawing out the moment.

Gabe spanks both cheeks of her ass before he starts to rut and thrust properly. Every one of Annabeth's moans reverberate into her depths and her body twitches helplessly the moment he transitions from slow-and-steady to a savage, animalistic cunt-stuffing. Gabe's nuts clap against Annabeth's pussy lips. Her luscious, sinful body begs to be filled yet again.

They fuck for what feels like hours as stinky sweat soaks Gabe's hairy flesh and drips onto Annabeth, making her bronze skin shimmer all the brighter in the lowlight.

"Cuwmhinggg!" Annabeth cries out into her gag for the hundredth time, drooling all over herself as another orgasm rocks her body. Her wide and perfectly quivering and wiggling hips are the perfect handles to fuck her sensless with.

"You've been so patient... want to breath again?" Gabe says giving her a hard spank and reaching forward for Annabeth's gag, unbuckling it and sliding free an utterly-spit-soaked dildo. Annabeth gags and splutters, sucking in sweet air like a well-stuffed slut, even her nose dribbles, and her makeup has run all the way down to her neck.

"How do you feel?" Gabe questions readjusting as he pounds into her.

"Mmm-Mmm-Soooo-Gooo-oOOD!" Annabeth moans between thrusts.

"Let's see that pretty whore face." Gabe teases and slips the beanie off Annabeth's eyes. Her stormy grey eyes have long since glazed over and lost focus, pupils dilating from the change of lighting. When her eyes are finally is able to focus, she looks back at Gabe with a shy giggle.

"I— stop staring," She whines, biting her swollen lower lip.

"Awwww, feeling shy?" Gabe teases.

"How can I not be?!" Annabeth pouts back at him in a high-pitched voice you. "Don't bully."

"Shut up. You love it whore." Gabe laughs increasing his pace as Annabeth favours him with a secret slutty grin.

The clips on her nipples jingle noisily as she gasps and shivers, but she does as ordered, and falls quiet. Her eyes roll back and her body rocks back and forth faster and faster as Gabe's pace increases to a fever pitch. The heat of their bodies is enough to steel, pressed together, holding, squeezing, writhing.

A final savage thrust rocks Annabeth forward and a low moan passes through her body as she feels Gabe's cum start to flow into her. Her stomach gains a little paunch as floods of spunk squirt from Gabe's throbbing cock.

Gabe abruptly pulls out and Annabeth collapses to the ground as the older man continues jacking his cock, aiming his remaining loads across her back, thighs and ass. His thick cum waterfalls down her wonderfully ravaged body and onto a large the pool on the floor.

"This is all going to need cleaning up later, whore." Gabe grunts smirking at the slick coating of lurid juices covering Annabeth. He leans down and spanks her across an arsecheek, watching more cum flow from her pussy when she tightens up again. "Hah. Surely by now I've put a baby in you."

"Mmmhmm." Annabeth moans weakly in response on the floor.

"Would you love that? To be full of my child?"

"Mmmmm!" Annabeth moans louder writhes slightly on the floor.

Gabe grins at the slut before him, well on her way to being completely broken. He'd make sure of it this time. No more mistakes. No more holding back, not like he did with Sally. He reaches down again and gives her sharp crack across the ass.

"Get up slut. That was just the warmup."

Chapter 7: Annabeth Blindfolded At Poker Night

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Annabeth Blindfolded At Poker Night

Gabe rings the doorbell to Eddie's place. The superintendent didn't have a massive apartment, but he had recently built a new poker table. So the guys had all come around to break in the new green velvet.

Eddie opens the door, he's a short man with brown hair and seedy blue eyes, which quickly run up and down the curvy figure standing next to Gabe.

"Oh, I like this girl," Eddie says, grinning as he opens the door a bit wider.

Annabeth looks towards the sound; her hair is down whilst the top half of her face is concealed behind a black beanie that has been pulled down to cover her eyes and nose. Her shapely body strains out of a large coat which covers most of her body. The only flesh visible is her hands, feet plump lips.

"You don't mind, right?" He asks as he reaches out and squeezes one of Annabeth's plump tits.

"Mind? Hell, I bought her here!" Gabe chuckles, as Eddie grins wickedly in response.

"Come on then." Eddie leads them into his living room where the rest of their friends are sat round playing cards.

When she walks in everyone breaks from their card game to stare at her. The other guys look over at Annabeth as Gabe leads her into the apartment by one hand, and then leaves her standing beside the table as he takes a seat. She sways nervously as she clutches her coat tightly around her.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" One of the guys says, smirking past a pair of glasses as he glances over at her. "A hot little thing."

"Well babe, tell them what you told me you wanted to do." Gabe prompts elbowing one of the guys next to him.

Annabeth stiffens and squirms some more in her coat before dropping it to the ground revealing her naked body underneath. Her nipples stand erect as they harden in the air. The guys mumur appreciatvely as her plump ass jiggles as she rids herself of the coat.

"I want to suck all your cocks," Annabeth says, pointing at her mouth and sticking her tongue out momentarily as if to illustrate her point. "I want my face to be covered in your cum and not know who you are."

"Damn," Eddie says. "Now I'm jealous Gabe, where'd you find this whore?"

"She's just rocked up at my front door and begged me for it." Gabe says, looking smug as he grins at the others.

Gabe gets up and pulls Annabeth into his chest and kisses her. She lets him push his tongue down her throat, drinking his spit until he pulls back and pushes her down on her knees where she belongs, saliva still dripping from the corners of her lips.

"Who wants her mouth first," Gabe says, grinning as he pushes her forehead back a little. Annabeth makes a little show of wiggling her tongue, trying to reach the nearest dick.

Annabeth's eyes go wide in surprise under the blindfold before closing in the ecstasy of feeling a ring of big, hard cocks spring up around her and hit her all round.

The next thing Annabeth feels is a pressure against her lips before the musk fills her nose, prompting her to open her mouth as the bulbous cockhead smears precum all over her face.

"Oh, gods, it's so thick." Annabeth moans, wiggling her tongue, trying to reach the dick.

"That's right, get a good taste of it," Eddie murmurs, rubbing himself along her tongue. He begins to dip deeper into Annabeth's mouth, his head rubbing past her tonsils before it hits the back of her throat. Annabeth leans forward, arching her back and aligning herself to help and before she knows it, he's sliding deep enough inside her throat to make her neck bulge.

Annabeth gags, gurgles and drools all over his shaft as she's dragged up the last few inches of his fat base, her lips finally meeting the skin of his groin. Annabeth coughs saliva all down his balls and he pulls her back, letting her catch her breath for a moment.

"I don't need to go easy on a girl like you, do I?" Eddie says. Annabeth looks up to where he would be, throat aching in his absence and her pussy dripping to the ground below.

She shakes her head no.

"Good." Eddie says, slamming her back down on his pole.

"Glluk- glk- glk- gllhhhkk-" Annabeth gags and moans as Eddie fucks her face, swinging his hips and forcing his massive cock all the way down to what feels like her stomach. Grunts and the slap of his hanging balls against her chin fill the air, Annabeth's hands rest on her thighs while Eddie grips her head to pulls her up and down.

"Ugh, khhh-aak," Eddie grunts, a shiver running up his spine. "Rgh! Here!" Annabeth's eyes go wide as he slams her against his groin and holds her there, weak gurgles escaping her lips as bubbling cum surges into the depths of her belly. Eddie cums and cums, filling Annabeth with loads she can feel pump down her thriat. When he withdraws Annnabeth coughs and splutters, swallowing down the remainder while he wipes himself off in her hair.

"There you go," Eddie, patting her.

"Who's next?" Annabeth's still blind but it's not hard to tell a line has formed, just waiting to plow her her mouth — she couldn't be happier.

Like the good girl she is Annabeth opens her mouth wide and hold herself in place, letting her tongue loll out invitingly like a whore for free use — though she will be taking payment in several loads of cum in her belly.

The next man to fuck her throat has no qualms about sliding his entire length into her in one go, and she loves him for it. Her tight, young pussy is fucking soaked as she gives herself over to him.

"Ooh, shit, she's leaking onto your carpet Eddie," one of guys says. "Whore is going to cum from getting her face fucked!"

Yes. YES! Exultation swirls in Annabeth's mind as the man seizes the sides of her head and starts to violently fuck her lips, slamming himself as deep as he possibly can into her depraved depths. Annabeth's clit is throbbing with need and on a particularly hard and deep thrust that leaves her feeling like she's right where she should be.

"Gghhllkgh-nnnggghhh," Annabeth groans, muscles going slack as the tension slowly drains from her body. Girl-cum squirts from Annabeth's squeezing cunt, spurting between her legs and leaving a mess across the ground as the man continues noisily humping her face.

Annabeth's orgasm hasn't even finished when she feels a hot flush of sensation all down her throat and her eyes roll back, her new lover's jizz joining Eddi's deep within her belly. He drains his balls into her, Annabeth's hips jerking weakly while she's held against his groin and pumped full of semen.

He pulls out, leaving her tummy considerably rounder and Annabeth gets a few long, deep breaths air before the next cock lines up.

"Damn," One of the guys comments as Annabeth enthusiastically glides up and down the new cock, sucking it with hollowed cheeks. "You've got her well-trained Gabe."

Gabe chuckles, "She'll be happy to hear it." Is she ever. The idea that Annabeth can show off how well she can suck cock in front of all these strange men is so hot she's right on the verge of cumming again, and the longer she spends with a cock in her throat the closer she gets.

"Gods, you're young enough to be my daughter" comes a wry chuckle from the man's whose cock Annabeth is wrapping her eager lips around. She smiles despite herself and pulls back to lick the tip of his penis.

"You going to fuck my throat then Daddy?" Annabeth asks innocently up to the man from behind her blindfold.

"C'mon bitch, you have more knobs to polish," one of the other guys says impatientley stepping out of line. The other guys follow and make sure she realizes how many dicks she has left to suck by pressing them against her face. Their pre is thick and falling in threads all over her cheeks and nose whenever they rub their manhoods on her.

Annabeth grabs the two cocks and starts jerking them up and down. They're so thick and she revels in the feeling of their throbbing cumveins under her touch. Every time her hand reaches the base of one of the cocks, a new thread of pre falls onto her face. Annabeth shivers thinking about how slutty she will look once their spunk starts showering over her. The man fucking her throat graps her hair pushes her back down on his cock until her lips are kissing his base.

"Oh yes, how I've missed stuffing teen whores." He says as Annabeth feels the warm, tasty meat traveling down her gullet and tries to swallow it all. He then sighs and pulls out. A pool of spit exiting Annabeth's mouth alongside his cock, trying to follow the already drenched tool only for it to fall onto her tits instead. Annabeth's spit is not the only thing trying to follow the cock; her head moves forward to enjoy his taste up to the last second before the feeling of emptiness takes over her.

"Missing my cock already?" the man says. Annabeth blindly looks back up to him, catching some air, and then tries to answer back, but the moment her mouth opens, he rams his dick back inside.

The sheer strength of his thrusts pushes Annabeth back and she's forced to grip onto the two big cocks she's jerking off for support. Annabeth quickly finds herself kissing his base once again. He keeps pumping out and in, while Annabeth's head bobs to his rhythm and she swears she can feel his rod bulging out of her throat.

The truth is that she loves every second of it. Annabeth loves how hard he's fucking her mouth and how full he makes her. Her eyes roll back on their own and a tears and streaks of mascara run down her face to join the mixture of saliva and pre cum that's gathering around her chin.

Annabeth remembers that she's a cheap whore with two more cocks to pleasure. The two guys moan as she returns to jacking them off. Their pre keeps flowing down their shafts, coating her hands with a sticky mess, just like her face, where they keep rubbing their cockheads.

She's intoxicated by the smell of sweat and the taste of cock. The her throat is being fucked numb and all she can think is that she wants this guy to to fuck her more, to fuck her throat every day so she can taste his cum and relish in his abuse. She tightens her grip on the other two cocks and strokes their shafts with firm and rapid motions. Their veiny cocks start throbbing.

"Time to proove your worth, bitch," says the guy using her mouth. He grabs Annabeth's head with his big hands to keep her face in place and starts ravishing her throat like there's no tomorrow. Annabeth's eyes roll back as she lets him use her as he pleases. A soft moan tries to escape her mouth only to be muffled by his meat, and the wet sound of his balls against her chin.

And she's doing all this for nothing, she really is a slut after all.

The first one to cum is one of the guys she's jerking off. His prick twitches under her grip and Annabeth feels the warm goo hitting onto her cheeks and nose, painting the exposed portion of her white.

She doesn't stop jacking off the pair and soon the other guy releases his seed. Another groan, another twitch, and just like his partner, he leaves her face drenched, pouring all the semen his balls had in store all over her face.

Annabeth closes her eyes and feels the heavy drops falling on her skin, then slowly moving down towards her lips, where the last guy is still enjoying her.

He's making a mess out of Annabeth. She hears him grunt despratley wants to remove her blindfold to see his lust-drunk face, to watch as his face contorts with pleasure looking down at her slutty, cum-covered face.

"Fuck her good Frederick!" Gabe shouts from the table. "Give her what she deserves."

"Yes," Annabeth moans through his cock, "give it to me." She mumbles as his cock piston's out of her throat. Annabeth cums again from the sensation of this guy's magnificent length in her throat. Running her hands up his shuddering thighs, Annabeth strokes his hairy legs just to let him know how much she loves what he does to her.

...Wait wait wait, Frederick? DAD!? Annabeth's eyes widen in shock under her blindfold as her orgasm subsides.

Frederick grabs Annabeth's head with his hands as he sheathes all of his cock inside her as his muscles tense up, he groans, and his meat starts throbbing, trying to get even bigger in her mouth. Annabeth despreatly tears at the blindfold to reveal her identity to her father before he can cum inside her, but she feel his cock throbbing uncontrably in her throat.

"Mmph! Mmmph!" Annabeth gasps through his cock, struggling against him, but it's no use — he's too strong and his cock is too massive! Annabeth is helpless against her own father as he pumps in and out of her throat starting to fire off his load.

Annabeth finally rips off the blindfold, eyes blinking to adjust to the light and looking up and confirming as she makes eye contact with intense brown eyes to her shock and horror that it is her father's cock lodged in her throat.

Frederick's eyes widen as he freezes in shock and as his hips twitch and his cock pours his cum directly into his daughter's gullet.

Rope after rope his juices flood Annabeth's mouth just like she had wished for moments before but now fills her with absloute dread.

They lock eyes, both unmoving as they process what they have just done.

"An...Anna...Annabeth?" He mumbles as the last of his cum fires down her throat.

"Now now Annabeth, be a good whore and swallow the nice man's cum" Gabe jeers from a seat at the poker table where the rest of the guys have joined him and begun playing their game.

She has no choice, she can't let Gabe know, so she swallows, in a series of loud gulps, and feels her dad's hot cum gurgle its way down into her belly.

Fredrick tugs his cock free of her mouth, both of them too shocked to say anything, to admit what they've just done. He turns away from her silently and walks back to the table, leaving her sitting on the floor, a trail of his cum down her chin.

The other guys applaud and whistle as Frederick joins them.

Tears fill Annabeth's eyes as she gather's her coat and runs out the apartment doors to the laughter of all the guys at the table. With the aftertaste of her father's bitter seed in her not allowing her to deny what has just happened.

"Don't worry, she'll be back!" Gabe roars with glee.

Chapter 8: Sally's Loyal Customer

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Sally's Loyal Customer

The front bell of Sweet on America lets out a pleasant chime as a familiar young man struts into the small store during the slow afternoon period.

Matt Solan slowly peruses the shelves of the store, whistling without a care in the world until innocently his gaze locks with the older woman behind the counter.

She knows him this time and Matt sees Sally Jackson's shoulders rise as she sucks in a surprised breath through her plump red lips.

Grinning Matt walks towards the counter.

"It must be tiring tending the store all day," He says as he leans over the glass display.

"It's not so bad." Sally responds through a strained smile as her eyes dart between Matt and the doorway.

"Well, it must be boring when it's this slow" Matt counters gesturing at the empty store despite the bustle of central station just outside the frosted glass at the front of the store.

"It'll pick up soon." Sally responds quickly.

Matt's eyebrows shoot up. "That must be stressful. You sound very concerned. You must carry all that weight in your shoulders."

"I-I don't – hey wait!" Sally protests as Matt stands up and begins to circle around the counter.

"Shh. Shh. Don't stress yourself out anymore. Here sit." Matt deflects pulling a small stool from underneath the counter and gently forcing Sally down onto it. The frightened woman complies.

"You can't be back here." She says with a hint of desperation in her voice.

"Why not?" Matt says innocently. "I thought we were friends now."

"…f-friends?" Sally responds a frown darkening her face.

"Hush now don't be like that. Here, why don't I give you a massage? It'll melt all that stress right away, I promise." Matt asks even as his hands begin to grip her shaking shoulders.

"That's very kind of you, but you don't have to." Sally says in a tender voice.

"It's okay," Matt assures in a soothing voice even as he begins sneak his hands under her top and place them on her lower back. "I really don't mind."

"T-that's very nice of you, although... Uh... that... that's nice." Sally voice melts as Matt digs his thumbs in her flesh and pushes them upwards towards her shoulders.

There's little resistance. Sally's tight muscles relax when they feel his touch, and she starts getting slightly comfortable herself as Matt's caresses reach her trapezius. She unconsciously tilts her head to the side, leaving her neck open to him. Matt's fingers take her invitation and stroke her skin with gentle peace, from her back to her nape, and then down again.

A groan lets Matt know that he's definitely doing something right. Sally has already closed her eyes and is letting him guide her to the pleasure his hands promise. And he'll guide her alright.

Matt leans forward, moving his caresses to her flat belly, where he starts playing around her navel. One kiss on her neck and she's already biting her lip not to moan. She takes a deep breath, and her chest rises, calling for his touch. Matt's hands travel up her waist, alongside her ribcage until they reach her perfectly formed tits. Their soft skin rubs against his palms, and Matt feels her nipples getting harder.

"Nnno... that's not," Sally tries to complain, but Matt's fingers start playing with her hardened nipples, making her moan instead. He pinches them and tug forward. She gasps for air as she leans on the counter.

"I'm very good with my hands," Matt tells Sally as he nibbles her ear, and whatever words she planned to say die to the trembling sound that her voice has become. Her thighs are closed tight, with her feet spread apart and her legs joined at the knees.

The MILF is crumbling down under her arousal, barely managing to hold enough strength to stay standing. Pushing her legs open, Matt manages to slide his knee between her thighs. Her groin rests upon his quadriceps, and then he starts rubbing it slowly. It doesn't take long until Matt feels the wetness that oozes from her slit.

Sally lets out a surprised moan. Her breathing has gotten heavier, and her cheeks are reddening with blush. Matt removes one hand from her still tits and honors her round butt with a single spank, then he grabs her asscheek and fondles its shape. Her cunt answers further drenching his leg.

"What, you like being spanked?" Matt teases her as he spanks her again. "What a naughty mommy you are."

Sally turns her head around to look at him. "I'm not... not nauGHTY." A new smack shakes her rear and her complaint ends up with a high pitch. Defeated by her own reaction, she backs out from her complaints. She averts her gaze instead, with her face turning red with shame.

Matt's leg is soaked in her juices. He feels her warm cunt pulsing at her hearbeat's rhythm. And he suddenly stops. Matt steps away from her, leaving her and her wet pussy right there, leaning against the counter. She doesn't say a word. She just stays where he left her, with her face blushing and her teeth gently biting her lip.

"Be honest with yourself. You don't want it to end like this," Matt says while enjoying the lust shining in her eyes. "Come here, suck my cock and I'll let you touch yourself while you're at it."

"Are you crazy?" Sally says with a frown. "Here? In the middle of the store?"

"Why not? It didn't stop you last time. There's no one here but us." She keeps her frown up, but let's Matt's hand guide her to her knees. No complaints on her side when he gets rid of his latex shorts and she faces what's underneath.

"Good mommy," Matt says as he moves his cock closer to Sally's full lips. "Now suck."

At his command she opens her sealed lips shyly, and her tongue lolls out, soaked in spit that she's quick to smear along his cock. Matt feels her tongue playing around his undershaft , circling his base, making sure it's shining with saliva before moving upwards to his sensitive tip, where she gives it a timid kiss. Sally keeps running her tongue up and down Matt's prick, all over it until every inch is glistering, soaked as if he'd just pulled it out of her horny cunt.

Looking at her needy eyes and how they look at his cock, it's no surprise that droplets of precum start leaking from Matt's cockhead, asking for permission to start fucking her throat. But Sally submissively wraps her mouth around his head, slurping down any traces of pre before resuming her task of polishing his dick.

It doesn't take long before her own drool dribbles down her chin and onto her closed legs. Sally is giving everything she's got to please Matt, so he decides it's time to honor her with a taste of the real thing. He gently places his hand on her nape and guide her straight his cock. Sally's eyes open wide as she feels her mouth getting filled with his dick, but then she becomes used to it and hollows her cheeks to suck it good when she pulls her head back again.

A sudden warmth envelopes Matt's cock when he's inside, and then it turns into a comfortable cold when she leaves his knob with a kiss. Meanwhile, Sally's fingers dance nervously below her navel, yearning for her oozing groin while she keeps fighting her carnal desires. Matt sees her rocking her hips without even realizing it, longing for something to fill her snatch with, but there's nothing there. Air will have to suffice to calm her arousal. Yet it does not. With each second she only becomes more and more eager, and that makes her work for his pleasure with desperation.

Sally uses her tongue to play with Matt's tip while her flashing blue eyes seemingly invite him to thrust his dick inside and break the ring of her lips, fucking her face. And he accepts her invitation.

Matt rams it inside until she's kissing the base and his tip reaches her throat. Suddenly, the sound of the bell above the door alerts Matt that someone has just entered the store, and Sally and him are not alone anymore. Matt casually looks around before grabbing Sally's uniform's hat from off her head and favouring her with a wink and a go-on gesture before looking back up at the store.

Facing him, on the opposite side of the counter is a busty young blonde teen wearing a large black cloak. She is clearly flustered and upset and looks around, searching for something that she clearly can't find.

"Is Sally not around?" the girl asks, dried mascara running down her face as if she's been crying recently. "I really need to see her. Is she's already finished?" Matt feels Sally's lips tightening around his cock, yet she doesn't stop. She keeps her mouth full of cock. Using her tongue to lavish his length instead of giving the girl an answer.

Matt takes a moment to study the young woman in front of him, an itch forming at the base of his skull like he recognises her, until suddenly. "Hang on! You're that queer Penny Jackson's girlfriend, aren't you?" Matt says with a wild grin.

"Excuse me!? do I know you?" Annabeth shoots back, clearly flustered.

"I didn't think you'd forget me so soon. Fuckmeat." Matt responds, emphasising the last word.

Annabeth's eyes open in wide realisation as she stammers out. "No, no, no, no. This can't be happening. W-w-where's Sally!?"

"Sally, Sally, Sally…" Matt responds tapping his chin. "Oh yes! she's right here below the counter choking on my cock."

"W-what?" Annabeth chokes in response.

"Just like you heard it. I'm fucking her mouth right now. Her tongue must have memorized every vein on my cock by now. Maybe you two can compare notes." Sally's mouth vibrates around Matt's cock. He can't tell if she tried to let out a complaint or if it was a moan, but he thrusts forward, and she rolls her eyes as his tip enters her throat.

"Sally!? It's me, Annabeth, I..." she says as she leans to the side, trying to take a look behind the counter. Sally rocks her hips faster into the air, more eager than ever to reach her pleasure. She's desperate for it, swallowing Matt's cock with days long hunger and her daughter's girlfriend's unbelieving stare only pushes her harder against his cock.

"What? You want to stay to see her mouth fill with my seed?" Matt says with a sly grin. Without saying a word, Annabeth takes two hesitant steps back, looking around like she's about to be caught in a trap and then flees from store.

Matt grins and looks down at Sally. "Well, I want to see that" Matt tells her. She nods while searching his gaze with her glistering blue eyes. She resigns herself to be his fucktoy. Her face stays in place while Matt rocks his hips, and she endures every thrust with what little dignity remains of her.

Matt can see the wetness around her twat only getting bigger as her arousal keeps building up, but she still refuses to give in to her pleasure. Instead of caressing her groin, her hands have turned into a fist, resting over her thighs as a sign of angelic purity while Matt keeps ruining her mouth.

He grabs her hair and pulls her against his crotch, sending his cock deep inside her throat. Sally's eyes open wide with surprise and her gasp and moans make her mouth vibrate, sending him over the edge.

Matt's hands grab Sally's hair tighter while his muscles become stiff to endure the waves of pleasure going through his body. She tries to pull away, but doesn't manage to escape Matt's hold. Loads of spunk are discharged directly into her throat, painting it white with the sticky goo. Accepting her fate, she swallows, gulping down as fast as she can, only to see how her attempts are futile and cum ends up overflowing her mouth anyway, dripping slowly from her sealed lips.

It's only when the ropes of seed are filling Sally's mouth that her eyes roll back and her body is taken over by her own orgasm. A slow and intense sensation that makes her arch her back and her toes curl. It forces her thighs shut and her mouth wide open. And that makes her pulsating cunt finally happy.

A wicked smile spreads across Matt's face. "I'll be back same time tomorrow." He says down to the throughly pleased MILF below him who nods her head eagerly. Matt pull's his pants back off, tosses Sally's hat on the floor and walks out of the store, whistling all the while.

Well, well, well. That bitch Penny is getting the ultimate payback now.

Chapter 9: Annabeth Returns Again

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Annabeth Returns Again

Annabeth takes a deep breath and looks at the apartment door.

Only a few days ago she had returned here. Crying, shamed and confused. And here she was again, her hand hovering over the same old wooden door.

The shame that filled her with what she had done at that poker night had only kept her away for so long. She had tried to go to Sally. Hoping she might understand and take her in. Only to find her girlfriend's mother had a similar problem to her. She couldn't go back to her boarding school. Penny might come by and check on her. Annabeth knew she could never face her girlfriend now. And Annabeth sure as hades couldn't go back to her family in San Fransisco now. So, standing in front of the door of the wretched man who had coerced her into having sex with a group of strangers that included her father. She knew in her heart she had nowhere else to go but back between his thighs.

"It's open!" Comes a shout from inside without Annabeth even knocking. Of course, he knew she would come back, he had mocked as much as she fled that apartment. She pulls the large black coat tight around her. She wore with nothing underneath it but half a dozen stranger's dried cum. Annabeth takes another deep breath and pushed the door open, her eyes downcast as she quickly closed it behind her and leaned back on the frame.

The blaring of a fox news host railing against something struggled to fill the room against the rampaging silence that held in the air between Annabeth and Gabe. She dared to glance up. He was of course, Gabe reclined on his favourite sofa chair. Idly scratching at his hairy, bare chest as his beady eyes worked her up and down.

"So, you came back. Again." Gabe says plainly.

"Yeah," Annabeth responds quietly.

He somehow leans further back on his chair. "Why the hell do you think you can?"

"H-Huh?" Annabeth stammers in response.

"You embarrassed me in front of all of my friends." Gabe grumbles.

"I-I-I'm sorry?" Annabeth questions more than apologies.

"You better watch that tone little girl." Gabe sneers before smiling. "Or you'll be back on the streets."

"I can't… please." Annabeth surrenders sinking to her knees against the door. "I-I'll never disobey you again."

"Hmmm." Gabe thinks scratching at his scraggly beard. "You'll have to prove it to me."

"I'll do anything." Annabeth chokes out, burying her face in her hands. Annabeth hears Gabe's chair creak as he moves his almighty bulk and begins thudding over to her. Annabeth dares to peak through her fingers as the huge man towers above her. She sees one of his huge hairy paws reach out to her and grab her by the neck as he bends down towards her, his wide frame blocking all the light.

"You might live to regret that promise." Gabe whispers.

His touch and dominating words sets Annabeth's heart fluttering uncontrollably as he yanks her by the throat into his hairy thighs. Annabeth lets out a small moan from his musk and unconsciously reaches up and loving strokes Gabe's hardening cock through the fabric of his shorts, blushing looking up into his beady eyes.

"I-I wo….n't." Annabeth chokes out from Gabe's hand around her neck.

Gabe nods and releases her, taking shaking step back and then raising an eyebrow at Annabeth expectantly.

Annabeth swallows and gets to her feet. Her eyes lingering on the obvious outline of Gabe's growing erection in his loose shorts. She unwraps the large coat from around her and drops the heavy garment to the ground. She stands before Gabe as his small yellowing eyes run over her perky young form. Cum stains her everywhere; her plump and perky tits with nipples standing painfully erect, clumping through her messy blonde hair, across her youthful face causing her makeup to run down her cheeks.

They stand there silently, each taking the other in before Annabeth turns and struts towards Gabe's bedroom without any need for direction.

Gave follows behind. Each step the young girl makes accents her thick ass, she obviously exaggerates the sway of her ass for him. Good. Gabe thinks.

Annabeth reaches the bedroom door. The demigoddess bends forward and sets her hands on it, pushing her butt back and against Gabe's crotch. She quietly begins saying. "My bad, I'm sorry Daddy, please let me make it up to yo-"

Gabe spanks Annabeth's ass and opens the door in one move, sending her stumbling through the doorway and into his bedroom.

"Yeah, yeah. Bend over and ass up, whore."

Annabeth's cheeks burn from the embarrassment from the apparent disinterest in her supple young form from Gabe. She moves to bedside without so much as a peep. Gabe unceremoniously yanks his shorts down and flings away whilst Annabeth climbs onto the bed and lays on her stomach, making sure to curve her back atop the bed so that her ass points right at Gabe.

Despite himself, Gabe takes a second to admire her perfectly slappable and roomy behind. Her feminine hips and thick thighs crown her ass; a naturally heart-like shape that frames an extra-tight and yet-untouched asshole. Sure, Annabeth's needy pussy is already wet and dripping but right now he dosen't care about how hot and ready to breed this gal is.

"Not bad," Gabe grunts reluctantly as he steps up and grabs a shoulder in one hand and spanks her with the other.

Annabeth looks over her shoulder her face half-buried in pillows, watching Gabe with an adorable mix of pride and suspense.

"T-Then why hit- oooF!"

Gabe's hand swats the other side two times, watching her ass jiggle from side-to-side erratically. Even her hips sway for a few seconds.

"Because, whore, I don't need you to talk. I need you to be quiet. I'm about to fuck your asshole so hard you'll feel it for the rest of the month."

Annabeth's eyes widen in realisation and she shakily turns her head away from him, hugging the pillow and hiking her ass a bit higher by getting to her knees.

"I-I-I've nev – no, of course. Whatever you want, Daddy." Annabeth says, her hesitation hanging plainly in the air.

Gabe spits, letting the glob dribble down over his stiffening prick; he jerks off to lube up and beats his shaft on her rear, watching the young woman's ass hike a bit higher in anticipation.

"Good instincts for your first time." Gabe mumbles in approval as he sets his tip against Annabeth's small ring, worming just the tip against it and watching her tense up.

Gabe slides his hand off her waist and past the one holding her back and grabs the back of her head and forces down into her pillow guiding the girl into flattening her tits on the bed in an effort to keep her ass higher up. "No funny business, whore. This is your one chance to make up for running out on me. Relax and get ready."

Annabeth says something but it's inaudible with her face pushed into the pillow. Gabe pushes forward, the tip of his dick enters in Annabeth's virginal hole.

Gabe releases her shoulder to help readjust his angle. As he does this Annabeth's ass waggles impatiently and her tightness eases up. The little anal fiend in disguise goads him in every way but a verbal begging, her pussy dripping wet onto the sheets and hornily shaking her hips back to tease his tip wedged in her ass.

Annabeth finally did her part and is maybe beginning to prove she's worth a second chance. She's nice, relaxed, and ready for Gabe to fuck her hard and rut her butt like a beast.

Gabe thrusts in and claims Annabeth's anal virginity without hesitation.

"H-Haaa!?" Annabeth shouts are muffled from the pillow as she tries to straighten her spine and lower her ass but Gabe grabs onto her hips and effortlessly hoists her up higher. Her feet scramble for grip as he begins to thrust more inside. For all her struggling, the demigoddess' asshole practically chokes every inch of dick in her. A monster-cock like Gabe's plumbing her rectum isn't an easy feat but Annabeth's tight hole can take it; she buckles and moans, kicking at the sheets and squeezing the pillow.

Every thrust makes her hike her ass higher or moan a little louder.

"So slutty," Gabe chastises with a red-stinging spank to her rump. "Come on, where's my little rebel? Disobeying me? Running away from ME?! Ha! And you still come back and all you want is for me to cum in this ass of yours, don't you?"

"Nnhua!" Annabeth moans against her pillow-muffler with another hard clap off her ass. Gabe pulls her hair back and she barely sucks in a breath before shouting. "Y-YES!!!"

A grin spreads across Gabe's face.

"Yes?" The handprints on her ass aren't enough for him; he hits her again, this time groping and massaging that fuckable and cute-shaped rear. That gets her moaning and her ass shaking faster than ever. "Yes what?"

"YES! I want you TO CUM IN MY ASS!" Annabeth yells as she begins bucking her hips back into Gabe and fucking herself on him despite how tight and sore her virgin hole is, forcing him to ramp up the speed and pull her into his cock that much harder.

Gabe fucks the little demigoddess with wanton savagery, practically ignoring how tight she is for the sole pleasure of getting off. His selfishness doesn't detract from Annabeth's pleasure, of course, she gets off on it; in seconds of his increased pace and strength, Annabeth pushes herself out of the pillow and actually looks back over her shoulder. Bucking her ass back harder and coaxing him to take her by both hips so he can fuck her even harder. Gabe's entire dick starts penetrating her ring, bottoming out.

"Fuck my ass! Mess me up! FUCKING RUIN ME!" Annabeth screams, her sweet voice entirely at odds with her base language, mouth hanging open, and desperately needy eyes. "Please! Please! Please! I need it! Destroy me, take me, pin me and break me!"

Gabe pushes her back facedown into the pillow to muffle her orgasm seconds before she starts squirting all over the bed below. He keeps buttfucking the embarrassing bitch relentlessly, watching her sphincter stretch and match his invasive phallus.

Annabeth's cumming ass no longer holds Gabe back — in fact she might not be able to anymore — going slack and moaning as she squirts girlcum. It's only a small orgasm on her part, but it's enough to have those perfect walls and her beautiful ass relaxed enough to pound away into as Gabe's nuts clap into her spraying twat. The bitch never gets a chance to come down from the high of her first ever anal orgasm, moans turning into a constant babbling mixture of "Oh fuck," and "I'm cumming!"

Gabe hammers and ruts her as though it could get her pregnant, forcing her into wave after wave of sloppy, sticky, knee-puddling orgasm while he uses her like a fuck-sleeve... only slowing down in order to squeeze and spank her ass. She's tearing at the sheets while Gabe uses her.

Her ass— that ass though! She's insatiable. Annabeth's body screams for a fat load of cum, and Gabe is willing to give her what she needs.

Annabeth's grey eyes dull with sexual joy and her tongue lulls out. "Yeshhhh!" Her words slur, almost imperceptible over the sound of their sweaty bodies crashing into each other. "Do eht! Come in me Daawdy! Come in me come in me comeinmecomeinme!!!"

Although she's getting off on it, Annabeth's ass is far from well-trained; yet she can at least sloppily keep her knees planted so she doesn't fall off the bed. Gritting his teeth, Gabe lets go of her sides and grabs the back of her head with both hands and pushes. Forcing the demigoddess' face into the bed as he lifts his substantial bulk off the bed. With the aid of gravity Gabe begins to pound her harder than ever before, forcing Annabeth's face into the pillow.

His cum starts blowing out into Annabeth's depths while she just keeps on cumming. All she cares about is that Gabe keeps on hammering away through his orgasm, only starting to lose pace when his runs out and the hard-fucked bitch starts turning a little blue.

Gabe relents and pulls out of Annabeth's butt with a lurid pop followed by the messy squelch of thick cum beginning to flow from her abused ring. He rolls over and collapses onto the bed next to Annabeth. The fat old man still breathing hard while her guts rush and flood with his spunk, audibly gurgling beside him.

"Oh... mnff..." Annabeth tries to speak, but only slumps, burying her face back in the bed shivering.

Her also clenches around a phantom intruder as she leaks cum all over the bed for a few minutes.

After catching his breath Gabe turns to his nightstand where he idly feels around before his hand settles around a weighty metal toy. He turns back to his used whore and casually inserts it into her barely conscious form. The weighty metal toy sinks into her and locks in place, setting off one last orgasm in the wracked girl that has her drifting off to sleep, ass-up. Displaying the engraved "U" on the end of the butt plug.

Gabe smiles and settles back into the bed, idly fondling Annabeth's ass while he waits for her to come around for round 2.

Chapter 10: Sally Loses Her Job

Summary:

Sally/Matt w Penny

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Sally Loses Her Job

Matt caresses Sally's cheek with his thumb, calling her attention and making her eyes shine with excitement. The woman knows what's coming and she can't wait.

The store was quiet in the afternoon as usual. Matt had ditched his last two classes just to make doubly sure of it. But now, he was questioning that decision. It had taken a matter of days since he'd first spied her masturbating in the supply closet and now he didn't think Sally would so much as squeak if he decided to take her in front of customers.

"I want this cheek against the door and your ass sticking out so I can fuck you real good," Matt tells her. Pressing her up to the unlocked front door of the store. The neon open sign flickering weakly in the strong afternoon son. Sally bites her lip and nods, without saying a she points her butt towards him, looking back with a needy gaze to check if he's happy with her pose. And he is.

The curvy MILF is wearing nothing but her store apron. Her weighty tits barely confined by the straining red, white and blue striped fabric. Her exposed pussy glisters with juices, begging for Matt to stuff something inside. He pulls out his cock, already as hard as a minotaur horn, and places it right at her cunt. Then he fondles her ass, spreading her cheeks to take a look at her wrinkled hole.

A few days ago, having her asshole exposed under his sight would have made the older woman fluster and blush, but now she only answers with an eager smile. The woman that once appeared sweet and shy is now salivating at the feeling of Matt's dick. It was so easy to slip back into the role Gabe had trained her for. The role she had fought so hard to become free of. Now she can't help that she longs every day for the moment Matt comes by the store after school to play with her body.

"Where do you want it?" Matt asks, leaning forward, closer to her ear.

"Whichever hole you fancy," she says, breathing heavily already. She locks gazes with him, and Matt can see behind her playful eyes just how eager she is for him. "Your slut will be happy as long as she's feeling you inside."

"Good answer," Matt says, kissing her shoulder while he takes his tool and presses its tip against her pussy entrance. "I think I'll take both."

With those words Matt presses his thumb against her asshole, and before she has time to prepare, he thrusts the finger inside. Her hole welcomes him with delight and Sally shows the same enjoyment with a gasp. The entrance to her velvety cunt tightens around Matt's cockhead and he takes that as an invitation. He goes in slowly, taking his time to savor how her folds open up for him.

Sally then lets out a short, nervous laugh and Matt sees in her eyes how happy she is about having him inside her. But if she has enough air in her lungs to do that, he's doing something wrong.

Matt goes all the way in, until her asscheeks are crushed against his hips, her hole kissing his base, and her pussy enveloping his whole length. She bites her lips and closes her eyes, and Matt lets her feel full for a couple of seconds. Then he pulls back and she lets out a whine.

"Put it back inside," Sally begs. "I want to feel full of you."

"Uh-ah. How do you say these things?"

"S-Sorry. Please, ah-stuff this whore's mommy's hole with your big cock."

Matt smiles and lunges forward. Sally thanks him with a short and sharp moan. He wants to hear more of it, so he rocks his hips, back and forth, stealing that same whine out of Sally's lips over and over again. The sound of her asscheeks against his flesh floods the room, paired only with the sound of her pleasure and the bell above the entrance, hovering above their heads and celebrating each thrust with a chime.

Suddenly someone tires pushing open the door, but the weight of their thrusting bodies holds it closed. The sound pulls Sally out of her lust drunken state. She frowns, and for a moment it seems like she's about to tell Matt to stop. But she doesn't. She's enjoying his meat too much to give it up even for a second. Matt dosen't slow down his pace.

After a moment, someone knocks on the door. "Mum?" a feminine voice says from the opposite side of the door. "Are you in there? I thought you would be open at this time."

"The sign says open girly," a masculine voice mocks while moving past.

"H-Hey, Mum, are you okay?" The feminine voice questions as they knock again.

Matt makes a shushing noise while still rocking Sally's hips, and she nods in acceptance, closing her lips tight to turn her next moan into a brief, and erratic hum. She understands his wishes, she knows that she can't make a noise, but she's also aware that he's not gonna make it easy for her.

The strength of Matt's thrusts increases, and he spreads her buttcheecks with his palms. Her holes opening up wider for him, and he repays her efforts by penetrating those holes as deep as he can. Fem-juices leak out of her dripping cunt and down her inner thighs. Her warm, natural lube feels so good drenching his cock that Matt finds himself fucking her even harder, freeing a splashing sound. His lunges ram the MILF against the door with such might that it wouldn't surprise them if it came off its hinges.

"Is anyone in there?" the feminine voice asks, louder this time and then mutters quietly. "I swear I heard something."

Sally's face blushes red as its rubbed against the door. She doesn't complain, she's too busy trying not to moan her lungs out to care about anything else. Her mind can only think about two things: keeping her lips shut tight and… A sharp yelp escapes her lips.

She opens her eyes wide and takes her hands to her mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle her moan. It still reaches Matt's ears, but he rewards her obedience with a powerful movement of his hips that forces her to gasp for air.

"Hey! Mum are you okay in there?" the feminine voice says even louder this time, concern filling their words.

The sheer excitement of getting fully stuffed and having to hide her arousal is making Sally's juices pool beneath her feet. A wet puddle starts gathering on the floor, growing bigger with every thrust. If only that sweet MILF that ignored him the first time he walked into the shop could see how much she's enjoying melting around his cock right now.

"I bet that's you little lesbian daughter," Matt whispers while leaning forward and pressing his chest against her back. He grabs one of her tits under her apron and feels her boob flesh between his fingers. "Imagine letting out a moan. Imagine her and all those people on the street finding out that you love getting fucked so much that you can't even control yourself."

Oh, how she would love opening her mouth, letting him know how much her cunt yearns for him with her screams of pleasure. But she has been ordered not to. And being his obedient bitch turns her on even more. Sally is trembling already. Her legs twitching after every thrust, and Matt swears the only thing keeping her from falling is how hard he's pushing her against the door.

"Open the door," Matt tells her, no longer whispering. "Let's show them how you enjoy yourself."

Sally hesitates for but a moment, averting her gaze while a soft blush begins spreading through her cheeks. The last remains of her shame and resistant hold her back, but it only lasts a second. She accepts that she has returned to the role she stupidly spent so long running away from. Her hands search for the doorknob. Meanwhile, Matt pulls her back off the door frame, beginning to loudly clap her asscheeks with his hips, making it even harder for her to think straight.

She weakly swipes at the handle as it catches and opens and bites her lips, letting out a whimpering "Oh, fucccCCKKK-," that turns into a loud moan, the door slow swings open, revealing the astonished face of her daughter Penny in the doorway directly in front of her whilst commuters walk past on the street behind.

"M-M-Mum?" Penny says her whole body trembling. The Young demigoddess is wearing a baggy button-up t-shirt and black jeans that barely manages to cover up her generous curves with a school bag flung over one shoulder.

"Ha...hahhhh," is all Sally can say; a mix between an affirmation and a moan. Penny can't believe her sight. Her jaw drops open and her eyes go wide, not able to doing anything other than watch.

Sally grabs the door frame, trying not to fall forward with Matt's powerful thrusts still assailing her from behind. She tries to say something, maybe trying to explain herself, or maybe a desperate attempt to make them look away, but no words leave her mouth, only a deep, moan before she clenches her teeth again.

In a matter of seconds, it's not just Penny. At the sight of Sally, the whole street stops what they're doing to take a look. Their stares observe Sally's barely covered body and how her confined tits swing back and forth with every thrust. The fact that everyone is seeing her has Sally's pussy tightening around Matt.

"Heh. She really loves showing off to her neighbourhood." Matt grins and just as those thoughts cross his mind, he notices that Sally's gotten so excited that her breasts have started to leak. Two dark, wet circles stain the cloth covering her nipples, growing bigger with every thrust, so the public can take a good look.

"O-Oh, my, gods, n-no way, Matt?" Penny stammers, taking an involuntary step back.

Matt grins and puts a finger to his lips before turning to the gathering commuters. Matt grabs Sally's throat from behind and yanks her towards him. She groans and straightens up a bit so her leaking tits can take the spotlight and her eyes are level with Penny and the crowd.

"You're really loving this. God, your cunt is drenched." Matt whispers in her ear. "Go on tell everyone."

Sally swallows and scans the crowd and then shouts. "I...I'm a naughty slutty Mommy! I love getting my holes stretched! I'm a cheap whore, a-and I want you all to know it!"

The commuters react with shocked gasps. Although some have changed their surprised stares into ones of arousal. Matt yanks down Sally's apron so all can see her bare jugs bouncing around. Sally moans and takes her perfectly shaped mounds in her hands and squeezes them together. Sally yanks on her nipples and lets out another trembling moan when ropes of milk flies towards the crowd.

"Ple-please... watch me get fucked," Sally continues, already panting. "W-Watch how my milk comes out every time – Oh fuck! I… get my cunt stuffed!"

Sally lets go of her tits and grabs the door frame so hard that her knuckles turn white while her whole body starts quivering and her legs threaten to give up. All the while Matt keeps moving his thumb around her ass. He drags his cock out of her tightening hole, rubbing her walls on the way, just to ram it back inside again and again, stretching her tight hole.

Matt turns and whispers to Penny. "Look how much your sweet mother likes having me make a mess of her insides." He gloats.

"I ca-can't believe so many people are gonna watch me cuuUUMM!!!" Sally shouts over him, letting out another scream of pleasure.

"Bet you wish you taste a proper cock in your queer twat." Matt continues just to Penny, who stumbles backwards and falls onto her plush ass staring between him and her orgasming mother in disbelief.

Sally's toes curl, her back arches and her words become a soft mumble between her panting respiration. "I'm such a happy whore, such a happy whore, such a happy whore..." she repeats to herself while riding the orgasm.

"This is what you get for rejecting me!" Matt hisses at the wide-eyed demigoddess. "Now be patient and wait your turn whilst I finish making you a new sibling."

Sally keeps moaning and her eyes are slowly rolling back as her mind gets taken over by the pleasure down her groin. Her asshole clenches around Matt's thumb, wishing it was another cock to milk of its spunk. Cum hungry, Sally pushes her ass against Matt so his ropes of jizz can reach the deepest corners of her eager twat.

"No… No…. No… No, no, no, no, this can't be happ-" Penny mumbles looking around at the leering commuters. None of them doing anything to interrupt the show. She scrambles backwards on her hands and feet before pushing herself up and turning to run down the street.

A few of the commuters grin and step together to block her path. "Where you think you're going little miss." One of them sneers at her. She turns to run the other way and a few more step forward as another mocks; "Can't leave before the end of the show, especially if it's you first time seeing a proper fuck."

Penny looks around helplessly and then back to her mother who starts moaning even louder. "Fucking cum in me! Make me more babies, keep me fucking pregnant forever!"

Penny's eyes look past her screaming mother to the architect of it all. Matt locks eyes with Penny and grins as he grants her mother's wish and sheathes himself as deep as he can in Sally. He stretches her walls one last time before his cock begins throbbing and shooting loads of his cum in her needy pussy. Feeling his warm essence flowing into her sends a shiver up Sally's spine as she just surrenders herself to the waves he's unloading inside her.

Sally's muscles become limp and with her legs too weak to support her weight, they bend inwards and she collapses to the ground, ass up. As his cock slips out of her Penny stares directly at his huge member as it shoots its remaining ropes of his thick cum onto her mother's arched back, painting her skin white. Penny can't help but stare at the ivory river flowing from Sally's gaping cunt and down her thighs while her tight asshole ring winks, trying to close to no avail.

Sally looks up and into her daughter's eyes smiles. It's no longer the sweet smile of an angel, but the luscious smile of a happy whore she wore all too often when they lived with Gabe.

Shocked. Paralysed… Confused, the leering commuters all laugh at her flustered face and allow her to push through them and escape down the street. They fling insults, slurs and wolf-whistles at her retreating behind. Tears trail down Penny's face, but they don't sting as much as the shame growing from the other wetness that blossoms between her legs.

Chapter 11: Annabeth's Daily Duties

Notes:

Hey all! This work was originally just meant to be a collection of scenes from Sluts of Olympus but I'm enjoying fleshing this out as its own story.

There's one problem though. I don't like this story's name!

So comment a name for this story along with a scene, pairing or suggestion. Whichever name suggestion gets the most replies to their comment I'll use and also write a chapter with that suggestion.

Cheers

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Annabeth's Daily Duties

Annabeth slips from the bed as soon as she wakes, leaving a sleeping Gabe to grumble as the warm little thing in his big hairy arms escapes his grasp.

"Be back soon," Annabeth whispers, bending down to kiss his scruffy cheek.

Her toned naked ass jiggles as she tiptoes her way to the kitchen. Quickly and quietly, Annabeth whips up some breakfast for Gabe. Putting together a tray of hot food and grabbing a cold beer from the fridge. She's careful not to spill anything as she nudges the bedroom door back open and closes it behind her with her foot. She brings the tray to the bed and lays it quietly on Gabe's nightstand.

Annabeth then slips under Gabe's sheets. Gently making her way between his fat and hairy legs before coming up to his big, beautiful cock. He is raging hard. You smile as she runs her hands up and down his length before leaning in and rubbing his fat length across her cheek, smearing a bit of left-over cum into her skin. Revelling in the smell of it, Annabeth hesitate to place her succulent lips around the plump crown of his thick, stiff cock and suck.

"Ugh," She hears Gabe grunt blinking sleep out of his eyes as his voice comes, muffled through the sheets, almost too quietly for Annabeth to hear. "Nnn... Sally?"

Annabeth's nostrils flare at the mention of another woman and she quickly gives his cock another long, hard suck as Gabe lifts the sheet to look down, his thick thighs pulling apart to give Annabeth more room to work.

"Uuuhhh, Annie, " Gabe says with a sleepy smile, putting a hand under the sheets to grab her head. "Good girl, that's it..."

Her cheeks tinge red in happiness as Annabeth makes her master shudder and grunt in pleasure, using her tongue to pleasure him in every way he has taught her.

Gabe grunts, his grip tightening on the back of her head. "Fuck- take it!"

Rather than draw back, Annabeth pushes forward and plants a wet, passionate kiss against the older man's groin while he bucks his powerful hips on the bed, fucking her throat as she sucks the cum right out of his balls. Thick, heavy ropes of seed spurt right into her stomach as Gabe strains. Annabeth's suction never quite letting up enough for Gabe to get a handle on the bliss this early in the morning.

"Grrrrgh- fuck!" Gabe roars, squeezing his thighs around Annabeth's head.

Annabeth's eyes roll back in her head as she obediently gulps down the second wave of Gabe's massive load pumping between her sealed-tight lips. His cock pulsing against her tongue as his sperm gushes down her gullet to pool in her stomach.

She stays there and sucks like the good bitch she is are until Gabe is totally done.

"Fucking hell, Annabeth. You're starting to suck dick like a proper fucking whore." Gabe pants.

"Your- gghk," Annabeth begins, trying not to choke on his spunk. She puts a hand to her mouth as a little bit dribbles from the corner of her mouth, Gabe's cock twitching as he watches her.

"What was that whore?" Gabe questions.

"Your breakfast is by- by the bed." Annabeth says and Gabe turns to look and grins, dragging himself to an upright position and taking the steaming hot tray.

"Perfect way to start off my day... heh. Guess I won't need to share." Gabe grins at Annabeth, his cock hardening once more as he looks her naked form over.

"Could I-I, have seconds." Annabeth asks shyly, her eyes downcast.

"God, your insatiable. Fine, go ahead." Gabe says waving his fork at her in between bites of food.

In no time Annabeth is again gagging on his hardening cock, eyes watering as he happily munches his breakfast and washes it down with beer, one leg wrapped around the back of Annabeth's neck and forcing her down to the very hilt whenever he pleases. By the time he finishes up eating he's already cum again and Annabeth drinks down another fat load, his dick so far down her throat she doesn't even need to swallow.

"Perfect," Gabe grunts in approval, tossing the tray and beer aside. "Go clean these up and start your chores and if you do a good job, I'll fuck your ass."

Annabeth nods. She wipes an errant string of cum from her face and leans over to pick up the discarded tray, earning spank on her bare ass for her trouble.

"Wait." Gabe commands as Annabeth is just about to exit the room and gestures to a cardboard delivery box by the door. "I got you a gift, put that on."

…

A few hours later Annabeth is bent over the floor scrubbing the mouldy tiles with gusto. Her juicy tits jiggle back and forth as she scrubs. Barely contained by the lacy white on black bra of the maid costume Gabe got with her. Complete with a small bonnet, black stocking with bows a tiny white apron and a black G-string which was a string in the very sense of the word. Annabeth's face is flushed red with exertion as a small golden bell attached to a black lacy chocker jingles as her body moves back and forth.

"God damn Annabeth." Gabe mutters from behind her. Slapping a round ass cheek. "Work that ass."

Having noticed the young girl diligently cleaning his rancid and barley used kitchen after he finally got out of bed. Gabe had wasted no time taking two big handfuls of her juicy butt, pushing her G-string to the side, plopping out his initialled butt-plug from her asshole and slipping his cock in to replace it.

Annabeth shudders as he continues to take her moaning under her breath as he sinks further and further into her tight behind with every minute of fucking. The scritch-scratch of the brush on the floor comes in time with his thrusts.

"Gods, I forget how big you feel in there," Annabeth pants. "gggo-hhhhdddhss!"

Gabe grunts as his swollen cock starts to protrude from her toned stomach. Annabeth moaning her heart out all the while. He takes a moment to admire her young body. Bent over in front of him, her big ass raised high in the air stuffed with his cock. Her thighs shake with the effort of taking him as shiny sweat drips down the curve of her back.

"That's a good look on you," Gabe grins down at her.

"Fuck, Gabe," Annabeth groans. The pitch of her voice rising until she's squealing in pleasure.

Annabeth gasps, dropping the brush in her hands and smacking her open palms against the tiles and bowing her head. Her hips buck forward and she shudders, pushing her ass up even higher. Her asscheeks flexing as every muscle in her lower half tenses she squirts around Gabe's cock, creating a puddle between her feet.

"Hhhohh fuuuuck," Annabeth strains, her hips spasming. "I love youuu!"

Gabe grins at her lust-drunk admission and starts pounding her harder while she struggles through her last orgasm. She pants loud and hard. Gabe's hands slide up from her ass, along her narrow waist and gropes her swinging breasts as he pounds her jiggling backside.

Annabeth tilts her head back to look up at Gabe, her tongue hanging from her open mouth. Gabe sticks two fat fingers in her mouth, and she starts to suck on them greedily. Her eyes roll as Gabe pulls her back into him, thrusting his bulk forward and pressing her face into the floor. She's a drooling mess and Gabe grunts as he fucks the young woman to pieces. She must be cumming constantly, inciting Gabe to do the same with the way her ass is working him. The closer he gets the harder he fucks her, slamming into the demigoddess's bubbly ass with such force she chokes on her own grunts of pleasure. His fat cock is so far inside her that her stomach balloons with every thrust.

Gabe hilts himself with a grunt and blows his load deep in Annabeth's tight body.

"Ogh, fuwgck!" Annabeth moans around his fingers, while he grips her tight. Grinding her hips back into him while Gabe pumps spunk into her asshole.

He paints her insides white Annabeth gasps for air. He pulls out of her and quickly puts the butt plug back in place, keeping her full of his load. Gabe stands up and looks down at the prone demigoddess on the floor, the last shudders of orgasm running up her spine.

"Oh- oohh," Annabeth pants, ragged and trembling. "Oh... fuck."

"Still love me?" Gabe teases, already turning around to grab another beer from the fridge. The heavy patter of his feet against rings through Annabeth's ears as she lays on the cool tiles.

"I-I'd let you fuck my ass at the altar," Annabeth whispers to the empty room, feeling light-headed, her legs shaking and her head spinning.

…

Another few hours later Annabeth had moved from the kitchen to the living room. She had barely gotten the layer of grime off of one window and looked through to the busy New York street below before Gabe had scooped her up from behind, not saying a word.

His strong arms had reached down and grabbed her under her thighs, hoisting her clean off the floor with her feet dangling in the air. Pausing to pull the thin material of her g-string aside and dropping her wet pussy down onto his dick.

Annabeth eyes go wide, and her breath is knocked clean from her as Gabe leans her against the window so her can focus on pumping upwards into the demigoddess. He secures his under her thighs by reaching upwards and grasping her waist to better slam her down on his prick.

Having Gabe's cock inside her drives all other thoughts from Annabeth's head; not notices the busy street below as her rocking tits are pressed up against the window and her cock-filled pussy exposed to all that might look up and see. He holds her against that window for what feels like hours as she squirts time and time again around his cock.

Over and over again Annabeth groans and cries out in pleasure and lust as Gabe slams her up and down on his cock. He redoubles his efforts, holding her up and savagely fucking her as if she were just a toy. Annabeth hears a muffled shout through the glass and looks down to see a figure pointing up at the window from the street.

Annabeth feels her pussy grow even wetter as Gabe relentlessly abuses her fuckhole for all of New York to see, her face pressed up against the glass and brimming with lust.

She can feel Gabe finally tensing up. His grunts growing louder and his motions wilder as he gets closer to cumming. Without any thought of holding back, Gabe slams Annabeth down on his cock as deep as he can get her. He explodes straight up into her, keeping her tightly in his grip. He pumps spurt after spurt of jism into Annabeth's insides, a loud squelching sound accompanying his thrusts as he slams upwards into her over and over again.

As Gabe paints the walls of her love-tunnel white. Annabeth watches the onlooker intently, squirming with voyeuristic pleasure as she feels their gaze drink in the sight of her thoroughly fucked body.

All of a sudden they disappear from her view as she is unceremoniously dumped onto the floor as Gabe pulls out of her stuffed pussy.

"Get back to work." Gabe grunts, the first words he's spoken the whole session, at the tangle of limbs and heaving mess of cum before the windowsill.

…

After a long day of cleaning and fucking Annabeth crawls into bed next to Gabe. Having spent most of the night cleaning up after the seven-course dinner he'd ordered, accompanied with a different position between each course.

The old man was already nearly asleep and Annabeth coos to herself and lightly traces the hairs on his fat chest. He'd been so busy today and yet still found time between his games and online gambling to grace her with his dick.

"C'mere," Gabe says, not bothering to open his eyes and patting his thigh.

"Snuggles time!" Annabeth giggles happily and turns around scoots her thick ass into his crotch him and settles her back against his hairy chest. Laying her head on one of his arms as the other settles over her small waist.

"Comfy?" Gabe grunts.

"Never better," Annabeth sighs happily, closing her eyes before asking. "Hey Gabe?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you put your hands a little higher and squeeze me?" She murmurs, wiggling her big butt against his crotch a little.

"Hmpf," Gabe grunts as he moves his hands up to cup and squeeze Annabeth's tits. He draws an appreciative sigh from his young lover.

"Oh, like that," Annabeth sighs. "You take care of me so much..."

"Always," Gabe murmurs in her ear, rubbing a nipple between his fingers.

Annabeth's breasts shake in Gabe's hands as she wiggles her plush butt against him. Moving one hand down to run along her legs and up her toned thighs, Gabe gives her a rough squeeze.

"Yesssss," Annabeth sighs, shifting back and letting Gabe's hand slide between her legs. "Touch me more."

Gabe strokes her button, running his thumb over its little hood and savoring the way she shudders. She lets out a long, satisfied moan while he circles her hard little rosebud, her shaky hands at last coming down to grip Gabe's hardening tool to arrest his motion.

"Here, let me..." She says, her voice low and breathy.

She positions Gabe's fat head over her dripping pussy and slides down it rock-hard length with a long sigh of bliss as she begins to grind back and forth.

"Oohhh gods that's so fucking good," Annabeth groans, her head tilting backwards and her back arching while she trembles.

The bed creaks loudly beneath them as the luscious demigoddess is bounced up and down on Gabe's cock, her enormous breasts shaking up and down while he takes her from the side. Reaching back and pawing at the sides of Gabe's head, Annabeth throws her head back in ecstasy and moans, her clenching cunt spasming around him.

"Play time is over." Gabe grunts as he moves his hands from her tit and clit and grips Annabeth's thighs, raising her big butt up before slamming her curvy ass down on his thick cock as she cries out in joy.

"Uh, fuck! Mm! Uh! Gods yes, fuck me! Fuck me!" Annabeth erotically moans as Gabe slams into her over and over.

"Ggguuuhhhss, fuuhck!" she howls, slamming her ass back into Gabe's groin and grinding into him so hard. "Nnnggh! Cummingagain- rrrgh! Fffuh! Again! Uh! Gods!"

Words fail her. Annabeth shakes and shudders, her back arching and her mouth working but nothing coming out. She clenches around him once more. Gabe pumps her full of cum for the twentieth time that day. When at last, she rides all of her orgasms through, Annabeth collapses back into Gabe's chest. Strength fades from her body and sleep takes her. Breathless, flushed, sweaty and a little bruised — but utterly sated.

She can't wait to do it all again tomorrow.

…

Pleased with herself Hera smiles and leans back from gazing through the clouds and settles in her chair. Annabeth has fallen completely under the pull of the Curse of Pasiphë as easily as a duck takes to water. She'd have to thank her brother for that. The goddess sighs and looks back at her husband, snoring loudly in their bed.

The things I do for this family, she thinks to herself.

Chapter 12: Matt Moves In With Sally

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Chapter Text

Matt Moves In

"Hey honey I'm home!" Paul calls into their apartment. It had been a gruelling day at Goode High school. His senior classes were approaching their final examinations and Paul was stressed about a number of his students getting their grades good enough for college. No response comes, and Paul knits his eyebrows together in concern before calling again. "Sally?"

He hears a creak and a loud thump from down the hall. Paul feels his heartbeat crawl into his throat as he begins to tiptoe towards the noise. Ever since Penny told him all about demigods, Paul had secretly stressed whenever he heard an odd noise lying in bed. His eyes darted towards the nursery as he crept past it. His baby daughter Estelle stirred in her sleep but did not waken. He had appreciated Penny telling him to explain why she'd been expelled from Goode High School for non-attendance. A rouge goddess had abducted her, not really something you can bring up with the principle. However, knowing monsters were real, and that he was powerless against them, is not something Paul enjoyed knowing.

Another thump and frantic whispering and Paul looks towards the closed door of his office. He takes in a deep breath, his hand shaking as it stretches towards the doorknob…

"Paul!" His wife shouts, bursting through the door in a breathless rush, her face flushed red. Sally Jackson was wearing a rumpled white tank top with no bra and unbuttoned bright blue jeans. The outfit hugged her curves in a way that temporarily short-circuited Paul's brain, not to mention her hard nipples poking through the white fabric of her top. Sally notices Paul taking her in gives him a wide grin, stepping forward quickly to wrap him up in a big hug. "I didn't know you would be home so soon!" She says hurriedly.

"My last student mentor was a no-show." Paul responds still a little rattled from before.

"That's such a sham-" Sally starts.

"Who's that?" Paul interrupts almost jumping back with a start. In his office behind his wife is a vaguely familiar young man with dark hair and eyes. He wears expensive but dirty sweatpants along with a black t-shirt featuring an explicit album cover. Sally's eyes dart back into the room and she pulls away from Paul, taking a few steps back before shyly hugging her arms together. She struggles to find her words for a moment.

"T-This is Matt. He's my… my-"

"Cousin." Matt replies simply with a grin stepping forward, pushing past Sally, and reaching out with a muscled arm, offering to shake Paul's hand. Paul looks towards Sally confused. "

"I didn't know you had cousins." As he reaches out his hand to meet Matt's.

"Estranged." Matt offers as his dark eyes meet Paul's. The older man winces as Matt tightens his grip around his smaller hand. A shadow of a smirk flashes across Matt's lips. Paul pull his hand away quickly, shaking it out slightly before looking at Sally.

"You're all flushed. Are you okay?" Paul enquires, concerned.

"Oh, I'm fine we were…" Sally trails off.

"Moving furniture." Matt coolly supplies smiling knowingly at Sally.

"Yes! That's right." Sally confirms quickly. "Matt's been a big help."

"Why are you moving furniture?" Paul asks still confused. Sally quickly looks at Matt expectantly.

"Because I'm moving in." Matt says with a shrug as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Moving in?" Paul stammers, following Sally's eyes back and forth from Matt to her. "When were we going to discuss this?"

"Well... You know... Oh, honey please, Matt is… family." Sally stumbles over her words before stepping forward and placing a hand on Paul's chest. "I thought you wouldn't mind."

"Okay, but why in my office. Couldn't he use Penny's room at least while she's boarding at AHA?" Paul agrees, exhaling a long breath. Sally looks back towards Matt, who gives her a little go-on gesture.

"Well, I quit Sweet On America to focus on my writing. I was going to use your office. I didn't want to disturb Penny's things. So I thought we'd just throw a bed in the office for Matt. I would't need the extra space you needed for tutoring because you could just use your office at Goode for that. He was so nice and didn't mind sharing at all. I'm taking Estelle out of daycare too which will save heaps of money. Won't that be great!" Sally says in an excited rush. Paul's head spins taking in all the new information.

"T-That's a lot of change honey. We really tight on money…" Paul says a hand reaching up to rub at his aching temples.

"You can pick up more tutoring then." Sally suggests helpfully. "Please could you? For me?" She asks her husband with big pleading eyes. Paul lets out a long sigh.

"Yeah, sure honey. Anything you need."

"Hooray!" Sally shouts leaning up to give him a kiss on the cheek and bouncing off down the hall. "I'll start dinner!" Paul watches her large ass sway as she all but skips away from him. He looks back at Matt who meets his eyes with an oddly smug expression.

"I'll be in my room if you need me." The young man says stepping back and loudly slamming the door behind him. Paul stands staring for a while at what used to be his office's door in the midst of his completely upturned life. Before he can do anything else, baby Estelle wakes up and Paul moves on autopilot to go soothe the crying baby.

…

Paul, Sally and Matt sit around the dinner table. They had all eaten a large meal lovingly prepared by Sally as baby Estelle giggled and laughed as her new apparent second-cousin Matt played with her and helped feed her. Paul watched the young man warily even as Sally laughed loudly at the silly faces Matt pulled and rude noises, he made to their baby girl. Sally had asked Paul to bathe and lay down Estelle while she and Matt caught up. Paul had returned to the dinner table to find Sally pouring Matt a glass of wine.

"Oh, come on Paul, he's family its fine." Sally said in response to Paul's protests, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah! c'mon old man, bet I can handle this stuff better than you." Matt challenges with a sneer. Insulted Paul quickly grabs the bottle and pours himself a large glass, taking the scarlet liquid to his lips and downing most of it in one gulp. Wiping off his mouth with a sleeve he looks back towards Matt who meets his gaze with a grin.

"This is going to be fun." Matt says.

…

The two men end up finishing off three wine bottles. Matt boisterously rambles on about his conquests and sporting achievements to her husband. Paul tries to return serve but pulls up short in all the areas the young man gloats about. It isn't much latter that Paul mumbles something in response to Matt's last boast and promptly passes out. His head thumping onto the table and his body going still.

"Ha! Take that you spectacled freak!" Matt whoops, downing his remaining wine. He turns to Sally who has sat quietly the hole time and slowly and clumsily roaming her bodies with his eyes that struggle to focus in his drunken state. "I think you're fucking beautiful," He finally says. "You've got to be one of the prettiest women in New York." After all the wine, he seems a lot nicer usual. Sally pauses, looking at Matt who is drunkenly ogling her tits, and a shy smile slowly spreads across her face.

"Why don't we take the rest of this wine to my bedroom? And you can have a little more and talk about how pretty I am."

"Why no–ot here." Matt hiccups with a wicked grin. Sally hesitates and looks down at Paul passed out drunk on the table next to them. The poor man could never handle his booze at the best of times. Desperately trying to keep up with the younger and larger Matt hadn't helped either. She looks back up just as Matt's lips press against hers and the taste of sweet wine enters her mouth. He gets out of his chair slightly, pushing Sally up against the back of hers, running his hands up and down her soft body. His greedy hands make quick work of her top and the tank top is flung to the side in Matt's drunken frenzy to get her weighty tits bared to him.

The sight of Sally's enormous naked rack brings Matt's tool to a full, hard erection that throbs in his pants. Sally readily reaches out and gently squeezes Matt's shaft through his pants while moans into his mouth, her experienced fingers stroking and cradling his hardened length while he kisses her. Matt notices Sally's kissed growing less intense as she focuses more and more of her attention on his dick, her tongue embracing his while her other hand comes down to feel the bulge of his nut-sack.

"Mmmmmm, Matthew," Sally murmurs huskily. "Is this all for me?"

"You kno–ow it, babe!" Matt responds with another hiccup. Sally grins.

"I thought so." The beautiful mother gently places a hand on Matt's chest and pushes him back into his chair. She pulls away from his mouth, her luscious lips slightly swollen after his needy kisses. Locking eyes with Matt, she slinks down onto her knees and starts towards him and under the table, her wide hips in her tight jeans swaying from side to side.

Settling between Matt's legs and never breaking eye contact Sally lightly traces the inside of his thighs and then up to the hem of his sweats. She plays with the edge before abruptly yanking down Matt's pants, his thick cock springing upwards to Sally's murmurs of approval. Sally looks up at Matt with a questioning smile on her face.

"Why always no underwear?"

"I Forget to do my laundry. Have to do it since Dad ran Mom out." Matt replies with drunken honesty. "Easier access though!"

"Hmmmm… you'll never have to worry about laundry again baby." Sally promises without thinking, then catching herself and slightly frowning.

"God you look so beautiful down there." Matt admires. "I was so pissed off when that idiot interrupted us before." His happy drunken grin never leaving his face. Encouraged by his compliment Sally quickly moves on from her train of thought. She leans forward and runs her soft, warm tongue up the underside of Matt's bulging cock before closing her eyes and taking him between her plush lips and pushing him against the inside of her cheek.

"Oh fuck that's good." Matt moans loudly in response as Sally sucks his cock. Sally opens her eyes and glances back up at him with a lascivious half-smile as her tongue lavishes his head. Clearly enjoying the attention. She starts to slowly bob her head and jack him off, combining the forceful suction of her hollowed cheeks with the stimulation of her hands working Matt's straining shaft. "That feels toooo good" Matt says as he grits his teeth and endures the pleasure. Sally pops off the end of his dick after a rough suck with a sigh of satisfaction.

"Gods, Matthew, look at you. You're as hard as a rock," she says, running her hand up the length of his swollen dick. "Just sit back and let Mommy take care of that for you, okay?" Matt nods eagerly before his expression turns drunkenly serious.

"I should warn you... I can get a little rough,"

"Oh really?" Sally tilts her head slightly looking at him in feigned surprise. Matt nods again and says.

"You can tell me to slow down if you like."

"Oh, not a chance baby," Sally says.

"I like to hear that." Matt responds reaching down and putting his hands on her back-breaking tits.

"Do you like my tits baby?" Sally asks.

"Yeah! They're the best." Matt responds as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Here... pull on them a little. Not too hard- oh... mmmmmhh..." Digging his fingers into her soft boobflesh Matt kneads them, eliciting a soft moan from between Sally's lips. She groans and her nipples stiffen when Matt brushes his thumbs across them.

"I can't be the one having all the fun." Sally says, leaning in and sticking her tongue out. "Mmmhh..." She goes back to running her tongue up and down the length of Matt's aching dick. She leans forward and Matt feels the warmth of her mouth's embrace once more, though this time she's not interested in keeping him in her cheeks. Sally bobs her head and sucks hard, sliding her slippery tongue along the underside of Matt's bulging cock as she takes him into her throat.

"Jesus you've got to be the best in the world at doing that." Matt groans gripping the sides of her face as his cock swells and throbs between her lips. Sally drives herself all the way down Matt's cock, gurgling noisily at his base cock while she's mashed up against his crotch. His groans vibrate through her length as her tongue is pinned flat to the bottom of her mouth, and her throat is completely filled.

"Fuck." Matt moans loudly which causes Paul to stir slightly from his drunken stupor.

"W-where's Sally gone?" Paul wobbles out from above the table as he looks around the kitchen.

"She – ah, went to the crapper." Matt says through gritted teeth as Sally halts at his base, not daring to move an inch as her eyes begin to water.

"O-Oh well, its bedtime." Paul slurs as he unsteadily makes his way to his feet, leaning heavily on the tabletop before turning to look blearily at Matt and waving a hand. "Now go to bed."

Tears begin to stream down Sally's face as she watches Paul's shaking legs out of the corner of her eye as she desperately tries not to gag and make a sound around Matt's thick cock.

"Yes sir." Matt replies, unable to wipe his dumb grin off of his face.

"Little shit." Paul murmurs loudly and scowls at Matt. Oblivious to his wife between the young man's legs as he slowly makes his way out of the kitchen and towards his and Sally's bedroom. Leaning heavily on the wall as he goes. As soon as she hears the bedroom door close Sally pulls back and takes a gasping breath. When she finally looks back up at Matt all she sees is a smug smile.

"Better finish up quick." He suggests with a chuckle. "I've been sent to my room."

Sally can't help herself and smiles back at him before biting her plump lip and looking at his raging cock in her hands. Aroused by their near discovery, Sally dives back down his length with gusto, sucking him loudly and without care. Matt starts gently humping back into Sally's face which fucks a few more inches of perfect prick down her throat with every suck. Sally's hand goes to his balls and feels them churning, ready to unload.

Upon realising this, the force of Sally's blowjob redoubles as she hollows her cheeks and sucks. Sally really wants Matt's cum — there's no way from him to resist the intensity of her menstruations. She stares up at him, silently begging him for it with her wide, lusty blue eyes.

"God, fuck!" Matt pants as his hips begin to shake. Sally pushes back all the way down Matt's dick right as he blows his massive load down her throat, her pretty blue eyes gazing up at him from below while her neck swells outward with his cock. Matt grunts and strains, forcing even more thick cum to splatter down the back of Sally's throat.

She's working every last drop out of him, slowly pulling herself off the length of his dick with hollowed cheeks. There's an audible pop when Sally lets Matt go, his spent cock flopping downwards. Matt lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, his vision swimming for a split-second before he sees Sally grinning up at him.

"Did you like that baby?" Sally asks, licking her lips. "I know I did."

"Totally!" Matt replies with drunken excitement. "You're amazing at sucking cock." Sally laughs as she gets up.

"So gracious of you. Now, I can't sleep in your bed... but I'll see you in the morning?" She asks.

"You bet!" Matt whoops, licking his lips as Sally grins back at him and bends over to retrieve her discarded top, using it to wipe the last remnants of spunk off of her face.

Matt watches the MILF leave with a contented sigh. He gets to his feet and drunkenly stumbles the other way. Just before he reaches his new room, he pulls up short at a door with sparkly blue letters on it that read "PENNY." Grinning he pushes into the room, Time to find some dirt.

Chapter 13: Sally's Daily Duties

Chapter Text

Sally's Daily Duties

Matt awakens to an oddly familiar sensation, slowly opening his eyes and taking it all in as muffled noises come from beneath the blanket draped over his body. A form moves up and down beneath the sheets as pleasure blooms between Matt's legs. With a grunt he lifts the blanket and reveals Sally, desperately deepthroating his tool, a hand pulling down his new boxers and her lips pressed to his groin while she gently gags on him.

"Mmm-morning," Matt groans. Sally twirls her tongue around Matt's tip every time she pulls back before diving to the base down his length. His hips involuntarily rise off the bed with every up stroke and squirm down as she throats him. Sally pulls off and moves down, lavishing the sides of his dick with her hot tongue as she goes before, she comes to his large balls and takes one in her mouth, gently sucking it and looking up at him with her bright blue eyes. She sucks hard until his ball jumps out of her hot mouth with a plot and she smiles up at him, leaning her face against his throbbing shaft and rubbing her cheek against it.

"Good morning. You just stay right there and let Mommy finish you off m'kay?" Sally murmurs. Matt lays back on his pillow and smiling and looks around the room. Soft light bleeds through the curtains into the former office in the Jackson family apartment. Its once central wooden desk is shoved into a corner to make way for the king-sized mattress, he had made Sally order for him on Paul's card. He hadn't bothered with the frame when it arrived and had just gotten straight into using Sally to break it in. His clothes lay strewn around the floor haphazardly, Sally would clean them up when she was done as she did every morning. He flicked on his new plasma TV, another purchase on Paul's tab, and put-on Joe Rogan's newest episode. Matt was a learned man, and this was the best way he'd found to keep up with the news.

Matt grunts as he feels Sally's gentle hand fondling his balls. He feels his first discharge of the day building up. He reaches down with one hand and grabs the MILF by her silky hair and begins slamming her face down harder and faster on his crotch. With one last thrust down his balls tighten and pulse against Sally's chin, cum spurting up into her mouth and down the length of her tight, warm throat. She rubs soothing circles into his muscled leg as she dutifully gulps down his loads while the excess bubbles around her lips and drips down her chin.

"Ahhhhhhh, that's good." Matt sighs, idly thrusting his hips, making sure to squirt out his entire load before even thinking about letting Sally go. She swallows until she's gotten every drop. She slowly withdraws with a last loving squeeze and a tongue-lashing along Matt's underside. Sally clears her throat, licking off her fingertips and giving Matt a smile as she rises from beneath the blanket and throws it off. She's wearing a light blue tight satin night dress with a large night gown over the top which struggles to hide at least some of her curves.

"You settle in there while I get you some breakfast." Sally purrs, giving Matt a soft kiss on the cheek and getting out of the bed.

"I'll do that." Matt nods lifting an arm back to put under his pillow and prop himself up properly to watch his pictures. Sally giggles and floats out of the room. Every day she'd sneak out of Paul's bed to crawl into his and fuck him to consciousness. Sometimes she rode him but most of the time she sucked him off. She'd gotten her timings down to a T seems like, because not even thirty seconds later, she's bringing in Matt's cooked food.

"Enjoy your breakfast — I know I enjoyed mine." Sally says with a wink. She places the plate of steaming pancakes on the workout bench Matt uses for a side table. Sally brushes her hair from her face and tucks it behind one ear and bites her lips as she takes in Matt's recumbent form. Now he wasn't bothering with pesky school, Matt had gotten some serious gains over the few weeks he'd been living in the Jackson apartment and Sally appreciated it more than anyone. Sally turns and sashays back towards the door pulling her gown around her body and covers herself up.

"Thanks baby," Matt says, smiling up at her as she leaves. "I'm lucky to have you."

"You are," Sally says with a shy smile as she opens the door and looks back over her shoulder at him. Matt narrows his eyes and his nostrils flare in anger.

"You really going to disrespect me before Paul's left for work?" He challenges in a loud whisper. Sally turns and looks up and down the hallway before looking back over her shoulder at him with a lustful gleam in her eye.

"What are you going to do about it, big boy?" She teases quietly letting her satin night gown slide off her shoulders and tumble to the floor, revealing her voluptuous figure. She sticks her thick ass out behind her and gently pulls a strap of her night dress off her shoulder revealing the top swell of one of her large tits. "You going to punish me?" She dares, jiggling her ass for emphasis.

"Now you're getting it." Matt growls as he surges forward out of the bed towards her waiting ass.

…

Paul rubs the sleep out of his eyes and rolls out of his empty cold bed. The thumping of base from a loudspeaker pulling him from his sleep. Paul sighs, its not like he's getting back to sleep, better get some extra hours in then. His shirt and jacket lay flung over the lampshade from when he had come in late last night. He yawns as he pulls on his clothes. Not bothering to check the closet for a fresh set, Sally was too busy with her novel to do laundry for him at the moment. He'd have to do a load when he got home tonight. He slips on socks that barley pass the sniff test and puts his shoes on.

Standing up he grabs his briefcase and sighs; he'd left his glasses by the front door again. He opens the door and the sound of the music increases as he moves down the hall. Sally would be starting her morning workout in Matt's room already and wouldn't be able to make him breakfast. Paul didn't mind, he'd be able to scrounge something barley edible from the school cafeteria. And he'd skip coffee again. Sally was right. They were far too expensive.

As he turns in the corridor, he hears loud music blaring. he sees Sally's shoulder's sticking out of Matt's open door. The source of the loud music that had woken him up. Paul's face lights up. It's the first time he's seen her awake in a week with all the extra hours he was doing to support her writing and Estelle.

"Hey honey!" Paul calls with more enthusiasm than he feels, a tired smile coming across his face as he looks into her bright blue eyes through his bleary blood-shot ones.

"Oh! Hi P-Paul." Sally stammers turning and thrusting her head out the door, pulling it closed around her neck. Pauls vision is blurry, but he can tell her face is red. Must be getting a breather from her workout. "H-H-Have a good -ohhhh- day at work!" She encourages. Paul smiles, proud of her for getting back into shape, something he wished he had the time to join her in. Paul leans forwards and plants a kiss on Sally's lips. Her lips taste salty, probably from the sweat. When he pulls back, he isn't able to make out her expression.

Sally stares back at the bleary tired man with barely concealed look of outrage before putting on a fake happy smile. "Well, you better -ahhhhfckk- be off!" Sally finishes quickly straining between words. A nagging sense of confusion tugs at Paul's awakening senses, but he shrugs it off and follows his wife's instructions. He stumbles to the door, fumbling for his glasses and putting them on before turning and waving back down the hall.

"See you later honey, love you." He calls back waving as he sees a flash of flesh and a trailing waiving hand before the door to Matt's room closes with a large thud and the sound drastically quietens. Oh well, another day, another dollar, Paul thinks to himself as he exists the apartment.

…

"That was a close one" Sally giggles, craning her neck to smile back at Matt.

"Shut up you liked it." Matt grunts, holding her up in the air against the door frame by her thick ass as he thrusts into her.

"Oooooooohhh," Sally groans loudly, now unconcerned with the possibility of her husband hearing. She presses her curvy breasts into Matt's chest and clings to his strong back. She feels the muscles there, flexing as he pounds her from below. "Baby!"

"Fuck you're wet after that." Matt says through gritted teeth as he bounces Sally up and down while her fingernails dig into his back.

"That made me feel sooooo bad baby." Sally moans breathlessly. "Treat me like the bad girl I am." Matt stops moving for a moment, readjusting, and the next thing Sally knows she's spreading wide around his cock as Matt's balls slap against her jiggling ass.

"Matthew," Sally murmurs, pressing her lips to his neck and kissing. She cums with barely a shiver, pleasure radiating from her groin while she squirts over Matt's abs, he juices dripping down his tight muscles. Matt doesn't stop pounding her squeezing cunt, the sensation of it enough to make her whimper.

"Stop whining." Matt grumbles. "Y-You asked for it,"

"S-S-Sorryyyyy… K-keep goinggggg... cum in mmmmeeeeee." Sally moans in response. Matt begins following her instruction to the letter, grunting under his breath, fucking her so hard the sweat flies from his body.

"So… fucking… wet." Matt growls quietly as his dick begins to swell inside her.

"Ooooohhhhhh," Sally groans, squeezing her ass as Matt's balls tighten up in their sack before expelling ropes and ropes of seed up into her womb. Matt makes jerky, harsh thrusts as his orgasm washes over him, pumping Sally full until his softening cock slips free of her well-fucked hole and she lets out a happy sigh.

"Hhhmmmh... That was amazing," Sally breathes, a little worn out. She softly rubs her hands over Matt's back which heaves as he sucks in deep breaths. "Can you put me down, baby?"

"Sure," Matt says. He gently lowers her to the bed, standing back up with a stretch. "That was fun."

"Yeah..." Sally murmurs, staring up at the toned young man and spreading her legs and watching the seed pump from between her swollen lips. "It was."

…

"Follow me" Matt says with a wink and a spank on Sally's ass. Sally looks around, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks and follows Matt off the path and into some bushes.

They'd been walking through central park. Pulling along a happily babbling Estelle who'd crawled around in the grass whilst they'd had a nice picnic and tired herself out. Sally had closed up the stroller to let her baby girl sleep. She was wearing a big hat to keep the sun of her face and a tight sundress from her twenties that Matt had found in her closet and insisted she wear. It hugged her curves and barely contained her milk-swollen jugs. Het bust straining out of the top of it showing off an ample display of yummy cleavage.

"This place looks good," Matt says ahead of her as she joins him, pushing the closed stroller into through the bushes into a clearing.

"Good for what?" Sally asks shyly looking around for anyone who might be able to see them.

"To fuck." Matt replies simply with a knowing laugh, turning to her and patting her groin through her tight sundress dress. "You didn't wear underwear like I said, right?"

"Of course," Sally responds submissively, instinctively leaning forward on the handle of the stroller and pulling up the hem of her dress until her bare glistening pussy and round butt is revealed. Matt bends behind her and buries his face into her, enjoying Sally's pleasured moans as he runs his tongue around her juicy puss. He can feel the shudders rock her body.

"Please, please fuck me!" Sally quietly begs, grinding herself back against Matt's face. Matt smiles and pulls back, Sally hears the sound of his zipper going down and then the sudden pressure of his dick against her entrance. All at once Sally's cunt spreads she cries out in pleasure as Matt grunts in response as her swallows his length whole.

Both of them let out a sigh of pleasure when he comes to a halt and Matt's meaty nuts slap into Sally's thighs, colliding with her clit and setting off some fresh sparks. The fingers if one of his hands reach forward and coil themselves into her hair while he bends over her, whispering into her earing and gently spanking her.

"Stay quiet." The hand gripping ass tightens for a moment, Sally barely even notices that he's withdrawn half of his cock before there's the cool sensation of spit landing on her asshole. The pace soon changes from slow, casual, dominant fucking to something more intense. Sally desperately tries to stay quiet, digging her fingers into the handle of the stroller and silently screaming her pleasure.

Matt's grip on her stays tight, while his hips become a blur. Juices squirt out from Sally's ravaged pussy. Each stroke hammers into her g-spot from this angle, causing Sally's heart to leap into her throat and her stomach to flip and twist. Matt seems torn between laughing at Sally's reactions and biting down his own loud grunts as he ravages her.

He steals Sally's breath away with each thrust that slams to the hilt. She can even feel his balls thumping into her with the weight of unspent seed, ready to fill her to the brim.

"You're so fu-u-u-c-c-k-in-ing big!" Sally finally lets slip out as she's rocked back and forth on the stroller.

"Shut it!" Matt snaps and reaches around and shoves his finger's down Sally's throat to silence her. White-hot heat arches through Sally, before she shudders uncontrollably for a minute as Matt pounds her. He doesn't even pause in the constant assault on her senses, fucking away at her cumming twat while he rides the waves closer to a frothy finish of his own. Sally sucks on his fingers and moans softly, hearing Matt's soft chuckle behind her between muted grunts. Matt slaps his hand down hard on Sally's ass the sound ringing through the park. Sally can only moan in response as the sting sets off another mind-melting orgasm. She almost slumps to the ground. Only loosely aware of Matt's cock burying in her womb and his meaty nuts pulsing as he fires off loads of virile spunk.

…

Matt lounges on his bed. Sally and he had just finished up dinner. Paul wouldn't be back for a few more hours. He lay there, flicking through his TikTok feed. It's mostly full of dancing and barely clothed e-girls. He pauses as one catches his eye. The account is named DaughterOFlov3. He clicks onto her page and scrolls threw her videos, which all show a young 20s something girl with dazzling blue eyes, split died black and neon-pink hair tied in ponytails and slim-thicc curves. She wears what is obviously a tight-fitting AppleBee's uniform with the logo covered with the caption.

'What you send to the gross old manager when you need extra hours.' She does a small dance in what looks like a restaurant washroom, before it changes to a half-second long clip of her in black lingerie beginning to pull down her lacy bra and then flashes back to the cute and innocent dancing video. Matt scrolls through some more, certain he's seen the girl recently. He's about to press the link in her bio when a light knock comes from his bedroom door, pulling him out of his investigation.

"Come in." Matt mumbles, casually exiting out of the app and closing his phone to look up. He is caught completely off-guard by the sight before him. Sally stands in his doorway wearing a chocker made from a cute red ribbon tied with a golden bell dangling from it and nothing else. Beneath that is her bare enormous breasts – each of which are being supported by a metal tray that has a few blue-chocolate chip cookies scattered around. Each of her tits is leaking milk onto the tray. The completely naked and voluptuous woman meets his gaze and lightly kicks the door closed behind her.

"U-um," Sally stammers, standing before Matt. "Estelle didn't want to feed anymore but my tits felt soooo full." Sally explains, slightly raising the tray for emphasis, jiggling her swollen and leaking breasts. "And well, I thought you might want some milk and cookies for dessert." Sally finishes, blushing as she looks Matt up and down.

"Come here." Matt orders, grinning as he taps the workout bench next to his bed. "Put the tray down."

"Okay!" Sally respond, bouncing over happily. Breastmilk leaks all down her stomach and naked thighs as she stands back up, from placing the tray down, wincing. "Oops- I don't want to get milk everywhere..."

"It's going to get everywhere alright," Matt promises, licking his lips as he pulls Sally into bed on top of him. She gasps as he wraps his mouth around one thick, milky nipple. Sally leans over Matt and moans, her heavy breasts hanging over his face as she plants her shaky arms on the bare wall on either side of Matt's head as he takes his fill. Reaching downwards, Matt also slips a hand between her wet thighs and finds her bulging little clit, running his finger over its sensitive surface.

"OooOOOHH!" Sally cries out, scrunching up her face and curling her back. Matt has barely been rubbing her for a few seconds when she grunts through gritted teeth and arches her back so much that Matt's face ends up right between her jiggling tits.

"YES!" Sally shouts, the chime of her little bell around her neck ringing out. Matt slides two fingers right up into her clenching slit as she cums, straining and squirting all down her shaking thighs.

"OoooOoOh, gods," Sally moans at length, biting her lip as Matt slips his fingers free of her. "Matthew..."

"Good girl," Matt tells her, stroking her hair as she settles down atop him.

"Mmmm..." Sally sighs happily, nuzzling into his neck before whispering into his ear. "There's something I want even more now..."

"Oh, yeah? Let me see if I can guess what it is," Matt says, grinning.

…

The sight of Sally bouncing up and down on Matt's thick cock, her hand on his muscled chest while pounding down into him with her voluptuous hips and spurting milk down her shaking chest, is all Matt could have ever dreamed of. Feeling it happen is otherworldly.

Sally cries out his name, her fingers digging into him as she cums over and over, clenching around his hard, throbbing cock. A little scream of delight slips from her open mouth as Matt grips her waist and meets her half-way, fucking her quivering, dripping slit so hard the springs in his bed creak like their about the snap.

"God, y-you look- fucking beautiful," Matt pants, grasping her tight as the sensation of his own orgasming begins to rise to the surface. He pulls her face to his.

"I'm gonna cum again Sally." Matt whispers.

"Do it!" Sally cries, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him close.

"I want to feel it!" With gritted teeth, Matt hilts himself deep inside Sally's cumming pussy and lets loose yet again. Sally moans, her head over his shoulder as she sighs in his ear, whispering encouragement as Matt empty himself inside her.

"Oooohhhh... " Sally murmurs, one of her hands slipping down to rub cum-stuffed belly.

"Your cream goes so well with my cookies and milk..."

"You bet," Matt huffs, closing his eyes and relaxing back into the bed. Sally follows him down, nuzzling into him. Still sheathed inside Sally's hot, wet cunt, warm spunk still slowly dripping from around his dick as the two of them rest the exertion off from a day well spent.

…

Amphitrite softly caresses the basketball-sized pearl before her, the shine of its lustre showing her the writing forms of her servant and the woman. It bought her great pleasure to watch the she who had nearly wrecked her marriage enjoying destroying her own. He pearl glows luminant green and casts dancing patterns across her bedroom at the bottom of the sea. Her newest servant had exceeded expectations. However, he was even more depraved than she had anticipated. Her husband would never notice the dalliance of an ex-flame, but if the mortal continued to grow bolder with his new powers, he'd turn his gaze on her stepdaughter next. Amphitrite hugs her arms to her belly.

That was not something her husband would abide…

Chapter 14: Paul Tutors Annabeth

Notes:

Originally in Sluts of Olympus as "Daddy Issues: Mr. B" It has been moved and updated A LOT to fit into this storyline. Enjoy!

Chapter Text

Paul Tutors Annabeth

Gabe smiles and leans over fitting the earpiece into Annabeth's ear. They were sitting in his car idling on the side of a dark New York street. It was a little after 10pm. He'd had a great week on the online poker racket using Annabeth's debit card and had splurged on a few bits of spy gear to aid in the girl's training and his revenge.

"Can you hear me?" Gabe whispers softly into the microphone attached to his new laptop. The revving of the engine of his old drowning out his voice. Annabeth looks over at him and nods. A smile spreads across the fat man's wide face.

"Good, now this." Gabe hands Annabeth what looks to be a bulky pen. "Clip it to the book. Make sure to keep the lens facing out when you place it." He says as Annabeth attaches it to one of her architecture books, he'd made her bring. He taps a few buttons, and a crisp feed appears on the screen.

"Great we're all set. You excited?" Gabe jeers at Annabeth. The young demigoddess gulps.

"Y-Yeah… ready to go I guess." She responds quietly. Gabe grins, this would do her wonders.

"Go get him tiger." Gabe encourages with a grin. Annabeth nods and opens the car door. Wincing as Gabe slaps her ample behind on her way out. She glances back over her shoulder at him pausing with one foot out the door.

"Remember, don't let me down again. Or you'll be out on the streets this time."

"I know." Annabeth nods sombrely in reply. Before stepping out into the cool night air. Hugging her book to her chest. Her outfit doing little to keep out the cool. Gabe had dressed her in a tight white button-up shirt, a short black dress and thigh high stockings in a slutty school-girl look. She looks up at the dark building before her, Goode High School, and feels panic creeping up the back of her throat as she stands there motionless.

"Get a move on. We don't want to miss him." Gabe's voice crackles in her ear.

Annabeth takes a deep breath and adjusts the wire-rim spectacles Gabe had made her wear and steps forward. She makes her way around the back of the High School to an emergency exit with a broken alarm, the same entrance she used to sneak into the school and meet with Penny between her classes a few year ago. Quietly pushing it open Annabeth enters the quiet building.

She moves carefully through the dark halls of the school, trying to remember where the office is. After a few minutes of careful searching around Annabeth comes across the one room with a light on. Its slightly open-door spills light into the hallway. She reads the sign on the door, 'Mr. Paul Blofis'.

Annabeth stiffens, silently cursing that Paul was still working late. He was probably grading practice papers this time of year. She had hoped he would be at home with Sally. She was really going to have to do this… Peeking through the open-door Annabeth sees Paul; his salt-and-pepper hair draped across his face as he stares intently down at an exam paper before him. It's a tiny office, with a small window and barely enough room for a desk with two chairs on either side of it. It's walls pressing in on the tiny space. Swallowing Annabeth hesitates, her knuckles hovering over the wood.

"Do it." Hisses Gabe into her ear over the radio. Annabeth musters her courage and knocks twice on the door and steps into the office.

"Who-what!" Paul shoots up in a flurry of papers as his concentration is broken and he glances wildly around the office. "Oh… Annabeth… what on Earth are you doing here all the way from Lake Placid?" Paul questions his shoulders slumping back in his chair. Annabeth stammers for a moment, unable to find the words.

"Now, just like we practiced whore." Gabe's voice calmy commands through her earpiece. A shiver runs through Annabeth's spine before she quickly glances around the desk. She leans forward and props her book up against a picture frame displaying a photo of a smiling Sally and adjusts it slightly, so the camera captures the entire scene. Paul doesn't even notice. As the young girl bends forward Paul can't help his eyes sliding down the smooth line of her neck to where her perky cleavage begins to spill out of her tight shirt.

"Are you alright?" Paul asks. Half to break the silence. Half to stop himself from ogling his stepdaughter's girlfriend. His eyes look back up to meet Annabeth as she leans back, sitting on the chair across from him. Her eyes are already on him and Paul gulps, doubtful that she would have missed catching him staring down her shirt. All these extra hours were really getting to him.

"I…I'm fine, Paul. How about you?" Annabeth stammers as she settles across from him.

"Great!" Paul responds too quickly. He did not seem great. Heavy bags lay under dull eyes. His shirt was wrinkled and stained, and he smelled like two-day old coffee. Paul clears his throat.

"Ah so, what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" He enquires looking around his office and shuffling his papers. Anything to distract his tired mind from wondering any further. It'd been well over a month since he and Sally had been intimate last. And very rarely before then with Sally's recovery from the pregnancy and how tired they'd both been caring for a baby.

"Well, I was hoping you could tutor me." Annabeth supplies.

"Tutor you?" Paul responds slowly a confused look on his face as he straightens the tests scattered around his desk. Annabeth shifts in her seat. The motion brings Paul's gaze back to the young girl. His eyes unconsciously wonder down her form. The tips of her nipples are beginning to poke through the fabric of her shirt. Jesus, she wasn't even wearing a bra. Paul had never seen her dress like this in the years he had known the young girl. He could swear she'd had more buttons done up a moment before.

"I've been missing a lot of school; I-I don't think I'm going to pass Paul." Annabeth chokes up slightly, real emotion welling in her voice.

"I'm sure there's nothing to worry about Annabeth. You're a bright kid and Clarion is a good school." Paul hurriedly assures the young girl standing up and rounding his desk to sit in front of her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Annabeth shivers at his touch, and it sets her assets jiggling in a way that Paul has no choice other than to sinfully notice.

"Well Paul. I was thinking." Annabeth says, pausing to wipe the sides of her eyes. "That you might be able to give me some of the state tests. Just so I could do really well." Annabeth asks looking up at Paul with shining grey eyes. Paul swallows looking away from the young girl.

"No Annabeth. I'm afraid I can't do that." He replies seriously trying to get a hold of his rapidly beating heart.

"O…oh no, Paul please! I'll do anything!" Annabeth pleads leaning forward and placing a soft hand on the older man's thigh. The touch is electric and causes Paul to stiffen blood rushing between his legs as he feels something stirring for the first time in a long while. Paul dares a glance back towards Annabeth who leans close to him with wide innocent eyes giving him another amazing view down her shirt revealing the edges of her pink areolas. There was no way Paul could even be considering that as a possibility. Annabeth was dating his stepdaughter for crying out loud.

"Look Annabeth, I'm sorry but you're going to have to do this like everyone else." Paul confirms, pulling his eyes away from Annabeth's cleavage. Certain his slow brain and dry spell were making him imagine things.

"Are you absolutely sure there's nothing else I can do sir?" Annabeth responds a different tone entering her voice that's enough to give the older man pause. Paul feels the warm hand she left lingering on his thigh begin to move, rubbing soft small circles over his trouser pants. Paul squeezes his eyes shut.

This can't be happening. He's imagining it. There's no way Annabeth could be… Paul's racing thoughts are halted as Annabeth's hand slowly begins to circle closer to his groin. He feels himself throbbing uncontrollably to hardness.

"T-There's nothing." Paul shoots up, taking a shaking step backs from Annabeth his back hitting the wall behind him. He desperately tries to push his lust down.

"Paul, are you sure?" Annabeth purrs. Her eyes following him and sticking him to the wall like pin through a bug.

"Y-Yes." Paul stammers even as Annabeth slinks to the floor before him. Stalking over to him. Her tight ass swaying from side to side as she crawls towards his legs. "W-W-What are you doing?"

"Shhhhhhh." Annabeth whispers settling at his feet. She slowly walks her fingers up the length of his trousers nearing where his rock-hard erection strains against the fabric.

"I think I should take this matter up with someone else." She purrs fingers lightly tracing the length of his erection causing a shiver to run up his spine.

"A-Annabeth… wait." Paul starts to say throwing his head back and looking up at the ceiling.T-There's no way, he thinks. He feels her deft fingers move past his bulging erection and make quick work of his belt buckle. She unbuttons his pants, and they sag down, held up by his erection. Paul nearly moans as he feels Annabeth lean in close and grasp his zipper between her teeth and gently pull it down. Her hot breath washing over his crotch. His jeans fall to the ground at a heap by his ankles.

Paul dares a glance down and see's Annabeth's big eyes watching him intently as her fingers play at the hem of his boxers. She gives him a sly smile and yanks them down, his cock flopping out and slapping her face. Annabeth gasps and leans back, his length sliding off of her face so she can take in his cock. She admires its decent length and noticeably swollen pair of balls. Of course, it would never compare to Gabe's, but it was serviceable.

"Helloooo, Mr. Blofis," Annabeth calls in a sing-song voice. "Are you going to be able to help me?" Annabeth says to Paul's throbbing cock as she licks her lips. Paul remains frozen in disbelief and shock. Annabeth closes her eyes and bends to her task, beginning to lick his cockhead.

"Good girl." Gabe congratulates in Annabeth's ear as she services the tip of Paul's cock. "Now, do a good job for the camera, I'm streaming this live." Annabeth's cheeks burn a little at the thought, but she continues blowing Paul all the same.

"Oh, Mr. Blofis, I'd do anything for you" Annabeth loudly murmurs between licks. Making sure to put on a performance as Paul's dick is grows even thicker in between her lips. Annabeth moans as she feels Paul's flexing cockhead pressing against her inner cheek. She steadies herself and sinks down to the base of Paul's shaft. Annabeth gives his bloated balls a curious lick with her tongue, lapping up Paul's sweat and musk before she hollows her cheeks and slowly rises, sucking hard all the way.

"Am I doing good Mr. Blofis?" Annabeth says innocently, jerking Paul's cock off in her hands.

"God, yes." Paul mumbles. Unconsciously reaching down and running his hands through Annabeth's blonde curls. She pulls off and looks back up at Paul, her cheeks bright red.

"I wasn't talking to you silly." Annabeth giggles with Paul's cock held poised before her face. She licks her lips and dives back down.

"I whawz tawklng twwo Mrstr Blowphis." She mumbles around his cock not wanting to let up on sucking this cock for another moment.

"I-I thought you were gay. How do you know how to that so well?" Paul questions as he sucks a breath as his stepdaughter's girlfriend deepthroats him, sucking his cock down her throat with practiced ease. She pulls off his raging cock for only a moment. Jerking is spit-shined length and looking up at him with hungry eyes.

"I've done a lot of training." Annabeth murmurs and dives back deep on his cock. Paul's fingers tighten in her hair as he beings to rock his hips back and forth. Annabeth wants to get Paul to moan more, to moan louder. Letting everyone know whose watching Gabe's stream how pleased Paul is with her cocksucking skills and how talented of a slut she is. The thought makes her shudder in response and gets her pussy so wet it begins to drip down her thighs. Annabeth looks up at Paul as she deepthroats his cock and slowly unbuttons the rest of her shirt until her heavy tits spill out on display for him.

"D-Do you like this better than the toys?" Paul pants, driven wild by the sight of Annabeth's tits, fingers curling into her hair. Annabeth nods eagerly in response with his cock in her mouth, delighting in how crazy the thought is driving him.

"Were you thinking of me you while you did it you little whore?" He grunts. "It makes sense now. You always coming by our apartment flaunting that cute ass. Bet you were hoping you could finally get a taste of a real cock." Paul gloats as he shoves himself forward off the wall and stands above Annabeth, sliding his swollen cock deep into the recesses of her throat.

"Look up!" Paul steps over Annabeth and suddenly she finds herself staring straight into Paul's eyes as he starts to fuck her throat, groaning in pure, unrestrained bliss. Annabeth grips the sides of Paul's legs as she lets him ravage her, gurgling with every savage thrust, saliva spilling from between her lips as Paul forces it from her mouth.

Gods, he's pounding me like a beast! Annabeth thinks as Paul's cock begins to throb in her throat while he drills her, heavy swollen balls slapping fiercely against Annabeth's face as he pants and shudders. His breathing grows increasingly laboured, as Paul strains through gritted teeth and pulls his thighs in around Annabeth's head, trapping her in place as he slams down into his stepdaughter's girlfriend.

"Cumming," Paul pants loudly, fucking Annabeth's face so deep it looks like he's about to cum into her stomach. A hot, thick stream of Paul's cum jets right down her gullet, as he pulls back and re-sheathes himself again and again as a river of sperm gushes from the head of his pulsating dick, the teacher drowning Annabeth in a waterfall of cum. Annabeth feels Paul's bloated balls dance on her chin, shifting against each other as they finally empty into the daughter of Athena's mouth as her lolling tongue laps at Paul's sack.

"Gods, fuck! Taste my cum! Swallow it!" Paul growls, as she plays the submissive virigin role he wants and gurgles and gulps at the base of his shaft, swallowing every droplet of Paul's load until he pulls out and stumbles backwards, falling back onto the desk and panting hard, moaning as ropes of cum continue to squirt from his cock. Annabeth moans as she feels the hot cum splash against her tits while she is still busy swallowing the last few ropes of cum in her mouth.

"Gods, you were really pent-up Mr. Blofis." Annabeth observes as the last ropes of Paul's cum splatter onto her chest.

"It's really not healthy to be backed up like that sir." Annabeth says, with a concerned look on her face. "We better make sure you're all clear."

"Oh," Paul says, raising his head groggily to look at Annabeth. "Already hooked after your first taste of cum?"

"You know it." Annabeth giggles, already on her feet and pushing Paul back down onto the desk and mounting him. She pulls her skirt up to her waist to reveal her bare pussy and positions herself over Paul's hard, dripping cock.

"No underwear? Fuck you really wanted it didn't you?" Paul admires more than questions as Annabeth grinds his still iron-hard dick between the cheeks of her plump ass, rubbing him against her skin until his thick cockhead catches against the lips of the demigoddess' pussy.

"Oh, I wanted it." Annabeth responds simply before she slams her pussy down on him. Paul's swollen balls slap against Annabeth's jiggling butt. The young girl moans, continuing her sentence. "Soooooo Baaaadddd."

"Jesus fuck! You're tight. How does it feel to lose... your actual virginity?" Paul's hisses, reaching back to squeeze Annabeth's plump ass.

"So gooooood! Fill my virgin lesbian pussy, fuck me" Annabeth moans in response as she rides him hard enough to make whole body her shake, slaps of flesh ringing loudly throughout the room faster and faster. Penny gasps and moans, stuffing her pussy full of her girlfriend's stepdad. She slams her hips down with every stroke, taking him balls-deep with a grunt of satisfaction every time she slams down on Paul's thighs.

"Ohmygods, Mr. Blofis you're soooo big" Annabeth remembers to moan for the camera and shakes her body, sending her tits and ass jiggling. Completely red-faced and dripping with sweat, Paul grunts as Annabeth moans wantonly and rides him.

"Ohh… fuck, yeah you like that Annabeth? Like getting fucked by you girlfriend's stepdad? Like losing your virginity to someone twice your age?" Paul says as he grabs her hips and starts to pound back up into the slutty camper loving the feeling of dominating the younger girl.

"Gods yes, I didn't think it would be this good." Annabeth moans in response as Paul starts to take control.

"I'll show you little lesbian whore what it feels like to get fucked by a proper man." Paul growls, the words coming from a dark place deep within him. Minutes drag into hours as the two become messes of sweat and lust and continue to fuck long into the night.

They fuck up against the door, bent over the desk, on the dirty floor and finally Annabeth rides Paul once more as he sits in his office chair, slapping her bouncing ass. After what feels like an eternity of fucking Annabeth's eyes are rolled back into her head, her jaw slack and tongue hanging out from between her bimbo lips in a brain-broken medley of ecstasy as Paul pounds her from below.

"Take it slut!" Paul shouts having fully given in to the perverse pleasure of the night.

"Oh! Keep going Mr. Blofis! Keep going!" Annabeth urges, throwing her head back. Her legs shudder, her thighs threatening to cramp, and grip failing, Annabeth lets out an animalistic groan of carnal satisfaction when the stimulation of Paul's proud cock slamming back into her grows to be too much.

Annabeth cries out and cums once more, her pussy spasming in pleasure as Paul desperately fucks her. Annabeth's tounge lolls out of her lips as Paul's thighs clap her ass again and again. Her impressive rack heaves in and out as she pants, trying to regain her breath as Paul repeatedly fucks it out of her.

"Oh, Annabeth, yes!" Paul pants loudly. His hands tightening on Annabeth's curvy hips.

"Oh fuck! Mr. Blofis!" Annabeth howls in bliss. Paul pants loudly, grabbing Annabeth's curvy hips. "Yes, yes, yes! Nnnnnggghh!" With the force of a dam bursting Paul's spunk begins to pump upwards into his potentially future daughter-in-law's fertile womb.

"Fill – Fill my – Sluttly little pussy."

"Good girl," Paul moans, squeezing Annabeth's waist. "Good girl..."

"Mmm," Annabeth whimpers in response, tensing and relaxing as she shudders through the aftershocks of orgasm and grinds her pussy on Paul's spasming cock. Annabeth slowly lies down atop Paul holding him close and hugging her face into his neck. holding him half-rigid inside her thoroughly-fucked vagina. Paul deflates, leaning back into his chair, his breathing eventually returning. The haze of lust leaving his mind.

"W-What have I done." Paul softly mutters to himself in realisation. Annabeth twitches as she hears his words and pulls back, propping herself up on the chair's arms.

"You fucked me Paul." She whispers quietly in response a quiet, sickened note ringing through her voice. She suddenly shakes her head and a large smile blossoms across her face as if realising something. She grinds her hips stirring his softened cock and hot cum around inside her.

"I'll have those tests now please Mr. Blofis."

…

Hera taps a slender finger to her plump lips as they spread into a wide grin. This was getting almost too easy. All it took was a little nudge and these hapless mortals would bend to their most base and sinful desires. She could almost understand why her husband enjoyed playing with them so much.

…

The ringing of her phone awakens a blearily eyed Sally who rolls over in bed and picks up the buzzing device.

"Hello?" She asks after picking up, eyes too blurry to read who it was.

"H-Hey honey." Paul's voice comes shakily though the other side.

"Paul? It's one in the morning why aren't you home?" Sally questions, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

"I, well I was… I… Well… The truth is I did something honey. I don't want to explain over the phone but I'm just going to… take some time for myself. I'll sleep at the school. I'll explain soon…" Paul wobbles out, his voice occasionally breaking.

"O-K then Paul… take your time I guess." Sally responds, still grumpy she's been woken up.

"Okay… I will" Paul says. A long silence holding out as if he's about to say more. Sally lets out a long sigh.

"Look, I'm going back to bed. I'll see you later Paul." She says.

"See you then, I lov-." Paul starts until Sally hangs up and places the phone back down on the exercise bench next to the bed.

"Who was that?" Grumbles a low voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry that woke you. It was just Paul." Sally says turning around.

"What did the idiot want?" Matt grunts.

"No idea," Sally responds, a smile across her face. "But it looks like we have the apartment to ourselves for a couple of days." Matt stretches and lets out a yawn before grinning back at Sally.

"Perfect."

Chapter 15: Sally the Boy's Locker Room

Summary:

Thanks to not for granted for the story idea and as promised a chapter based off of your suggestion! The title is very similar to TsFTK8pt1fhTsZsAsCuk's idea so the next chapter will be their suggestion; "Gabe takes Annabeth to another poker night and breeds her in front of everyone including her father as punishment for running out in the previous chapter."

Enjoy!

Chapter Text

Sally the Boy's Locker Room

Sally squirms in her seat on the gym bleaches uncomfortable in her tight outfit. Matt had made her wear one of Penny's white tank tops and a pair of her leggings. Both of them a few sizes too small and hugging Sally's curves tight. The saving grace was a black puffer vest he'd allowed her to wear along with the white school cap he'd given her. She pulled the vest around her, covering her immodest assets and guest sticker displaying 'Hi! My Name Is: Mrs. Jackson.' In dark, bold lettering.

Sally tugs her cap low, trying to hide her face, showing a lion leaping forward from beneath the school's initials of 'AHA'. She crosses her legs, mindful of the camel-toe the snug leggings gave her. Matt had brought her down to watch his basketball game. It pleased her, that he wanted her a part of his life. She thought the young man played very well and watching his sweaty, muscular body run up and down the court made squirming in the uncomfortable clothes very, very worth it.

"We are the mighty Tigers and we'll, boom, boom, knock you out!" Comes a loud shout from the school's cheerleaders. Sally can't help but glare at the young girls. No doubt trying to vie for Matt's attention. The young girls twirl their pom poms, their lithe young bodies jumping from side to side as they do their routine. Two girls step forward; one is all curves and chocolate skin, the other a typical girl-next-door, both have the same bright green eyes. "GooooOOOOOO. TIIIIIIiiggggEERRRSSS!!!"

They finish with a cheer, as the two girls raise another cheerleader into the air. Sally recognises the girl as one of Penny's friends, Bianca. The slender girl wears a blue and yellow uniform that's even tighter than Sally's outfit. Bianca is thrust through the air; her small skirt, flashes a glimpse of her bright yellow panties as she comes down to the ground in the splits. She shoves her toned arms into the air as her long legs spread out and she shakes not only her pom poms, but her perky b-cup breasts as well. Sally feels her nostrils flare as she watches this whore degrade herself in front of her man. Maybe she could talk to Matt, he'd be able to put the slut in her place.

A group of tall girls exist the changeroom behind the cheerleaders and Sally feels herself snapped out of her dark thoughts as she spies her daughter, Penny, amongst them. The young woman is wearing a loose school basketball jersey and long shorts, a plain blue cap pulled low over her face as she walks over to the adjacent court to being warming up for her game with the girls' team.

As she exits the changerooms, Penny feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as she gets the distinct feeling she's being watched. She glances around and sees Matt Sloan grinning at her a few meters away as he takes a long drink of water. Penny meets his eyes for but a moment before quickly looking away.

"What? No smart comment today?" Matt calls after her, his grin growing wider as his eyes bore into her shorts as she hurries away. Loose as they are, nothing could hide the thick, heart-shaped ass swaying beneath them. Matt knew all too well that she'd inherited it from her mother.

"Fuck off." Penny mumbles quietly in response. Shaking her head of the images his face conjures up that she still has doubts if they were even real. She looks to the ground and quickens her pace. As her feet trace the outside line of the court, she feels her shoulder slam against something, and she tumbles to the floor wrapped up with another body.

"Hey! - Oh Penny." An annoyed and then amused expression flickering across the delicate features of her friend Bianca beneath her. Penny holds herself above her friend who is dressed in her ridiculously tight cheerleading outfit. Bianca had really been enjoying retirement from the hunters. Penny's eyes follow to where her long dark hair has spilled from her cap and pooled against her friend's heaving chest. A blush spreads across the demigoddess' face as she jerks back, pushing herself off the ground quickly.

"S-S-Sorry Bianca." Penny stammers tucking her hair behind her ear and reaching down with a shaking hand to Bianca. She excepts with a knowing smile, her slender form almost gliding off the ground to stand face-to-face with Penny. Bianca cocks her cute face to the side looking at Penny's paled face.

"Hey! wait." Bianca calls grabbing Penny's arm as the daughter of Poseidon goes to move past her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Penny responds. Too quickly.

"C'mon. Penny, you know I'm not buying that." Bianca retorts, her dark eyes flashing.

"Its… Its… a long story." She offers weakly. The daughter of Hades reads Penny's face.

"Is it something happening at home? With Paul and Sally?" She asks directly. Penny frowns.

"Well. Kinda. Wait, how did you kno—" Penny starts as another chant starts up. They both look back towards the other cheerleaders before Bianca steps close and quickly takes Penny's hands.

"Paul's been sleeping in his office. He always has this thousand-yard stare at tutoring. Like he doesn't even see me anymore." Bianca says quickly and quietly, a ghost of a blush darkening her olive cheeks.

"I-I didn't—"

"We claw! We bite! And werr'rrre ready to fight!" The cheer leaders call interrupting Penny once more. She turns to see Bianca's friends, the Gardeners, thrusting their hips from side to side and punching forward with their pom-poms. Even mid-routine, their matching green eyes flash with annoyance towards Bianca and Penny.

"I got to go Penny. Just check in on him okay? I think he needs some love right now." Bianca asks pulling away from her. Penny watches her friend skip away as that feeling of being watched suddenly returns ten-fold. Penny looks around, scanning the bleaches just as the full-time siren blares and the whole gymnasium stands and cheers. Penny blinks, the guys had won, and they all run together cheering and shouting. She watches Matt Sloan whooping and slapping his teammates backs. Not wanting to risk meeting gazes with the vile creature again Penny turns and walks to the other court to start warming up for her game. Sally and Paul usually came down to every game and as Penny scans the bleaches on this side of the auditorium, both of them are nowhere to be seen.

…

"Fucking great win today boys!" Matt hoots, jumping up to slap the door frame as the team enters into the locker room to get changed. The sad, old, dingy sweat box was usually a perfect reflection on their team's success but today they'd won, and Matt felt like celebrating.

"I can't believe we pulled that off." One of the boys said, sitting down on a bench with a thud.

"Did you see the cheerleaders though? They've really been putting it out recently." Another joked as the room fills with victorious chatter and boasts. Matt smiles and shakes his head, stepping into the middle of the room. The florescent light overhead taking that opportunity to wink out. All the boys turn to Matt, who was clearly poised to deliver a speech and burst out in barks of laughter. Despite himself, Matt takes it well, slightly smiling as the laughter begins to die down around him. He raises his hands slightly in the darkened room, asking for their attention.

"Fellas usually you're all a bunch of uncoordinated, idiot buffoons but today you actually got your shit together." Matt begins to a round of good-natured complaining. He waits for them to settle down once more. "Now, now, I'm not one to put stock in superstition, but I think we had a luckily charm today."

"Fuck off." One of the guys calls back in response.

"You better not start talking about yourself again." Another huffs. Matt smiles and shakes his head.

"No, no, not me. I spotted someone waiting for us in the stands. I didn't believe my eyes when they approached me at half time and offered me a deal if we won." Matt says enigmatically, beginning to walk to a nearby toilet stall. His teammates all watch, confusion clear across their faces. Matt pauses dramatically before the stall, taking a second to look over his shoulders at the faces of his teammates.

"What are you getting at Matt." One complains rolling their eyes.

"Gentlemen." Matt starts in a dramatic tone, gripping the handle. "I present. One who came for my pleasure, Mrs. Jackson." He yanks the toilet door open to reveal the buxom form of Sally who flinches back from the movement and looks out with wide eyes.

"No way."

"That's Penny's Mom, right?"

"Fuck she's fit." A smattering of voices replies after a moment of stunned silence. Matt reaches into the stall and grabs Sally by the wrist, yanking her into the changing room.

"W-wait I said after they left." Sally says quickly as she's bought before the entire team. They ogle at her obscenely tight outfit and obvious assets. Matt laughs and shoves her into a set of lockers. Sally slams against the metal and slides down to her knees. Matt's tongue runs across his lips as he looks Sally over. The rest of the team stalking up behind him like a pack of wolves, grinning wickedly down at her and eyeing her lustily. Matt grabs her chin and forces Sally to look at him. From where he's standing now, her face is left on level with the hefty bulge straining his basketball shorts.

"I Told you guys Penny's mom was a slut, didn't I?" Matt smirks. "What kind of mother wears an outfit like this to a school? Bet she was trying to get us all worked up. Weren't you?" The other boys laugh like hyenas behind him.

"I-I didn't intend. I'd just came to watch…" Sally starts before Matt thrusts his crotch out at her.

"Ha! C'mon like we'd believe that. This is what you wanted right? " With a tug, Matt pulls the hem of his sorts and lets his thick, juicy meat spill free. The bobbing red crown nearly brushes Sally's lips. It's so close she can see every throbbing vein along his shaft. Sally knows the part Matt wants her to play, and frankly, his cock makes it a hell out a lot easier.

"Y-Yes." Sally admits, fake shame touching her voice as she notices the first of the other team members reaching into their pants. Glancing up at Matt, who gives a tiny nod of encouragement, Sally leans forward and experimentally flicks her tongue across his fat head.

"Dude! Everyone in the school is going to want to see this." One of the team members says, pushing his phone into Sally's face and turning on his flashlight. More and more phone camera's flick on around her until Sally is blinded by a ring of bright white light in the dark locker room.

"Suck." Comes and order from above. Sally can't make out Matt's face anymore in the blinding light, but she can see his cock… Soon enough, she's hungrily plunging down on his length, her wet tongue teasing at its underside.

"Jesus, I thought people only looked like that in pornos." One of the guys admires, his face obscured behind the bright light of his recording phone.

"Bet she's a prostitute." One of the others offers gleefully as another round of snickers rises from the team.

"She certainty sucks like a pro." Matt supplies to the ring of young men around Sally, rocking his hips against her face. Sally feels a firm hand on the back of her head over her cap and all of a sudden, she's forced down his cock. In moments, her lips are pressed against Matt's crotch and her throat is bulging around the throbbing pillar of cock stretching it out. The sudden assault of his sweaty taste makes her gag, but Matt's firm hand on the back of her head allows no retreat.

"How about we test her gag reflex? Hey Chris, make sure you get a closeup of this." Matt says as he pulls once more back and thrusts Sally deeper down his length. He holds her at his base for a long moment. Long enough for Sally to start to choke. Her eyes water and her makeup runs down her face before Matt pushes her back, and Sally sucks in a gulp of air around his dick. Then all of a sudden, she's roughly slammed down his length yet again.

"Fucking hell, I wish my girlfriend could do that." One of the team mutters unconsciously. The other boys all hear and bark out laughs, jostling and teasing their teammate.

"Hey! Quit fucking around and strip her." Matt shouts over the banter. The teasing instantly grows quiet and there's a rush of movement as all the boys press around. Her puffer vest is ripped off her shoulders as the sound of tearing clothes fills Sally's ears. Matt's fingers dig tight into the material of her cap, forcing her to suck deeper. She feels the remnants of her leggings and tank-top torn away, exposing her lacy blue bra and tiny yellow G-string.

"Look guys! She's wearing school colours!" One of the pack hollers, tearing off her clothes.

"Ha! C'mon show us some of your school spirit Mrs. Jackson!" Another jeers. Sally tries to tune them out as best she can, focusing on her beloved Matt's cock in her mouth. She sucks, swirling his tongue expertly around his thick head and along the length of his shaft when it isn't rammed so far down her throat she's seeing stars. There's no doubt he won't be satisfied with just using her mouth, so Sally knows to make sure he's nice and lubed up for what comes next.

"I've got 400 views on my Instagram live already!" One boy announces with a cheer. Sally pulls off Matt for air, her mouth is left bridged to his cockhead by glistening ropes of spit. His prick shins in the artificial white light with her spit.

"I'm going to fuck your tits now." Matt says plainly his cock slapping down across the top of Sally's heaving chest. Sally takes his prick in her right hand and wraps her fingers around its shaft with a grin. Before remembering the act she's meant to be playing for the camera.

"H-Haven't you done enough already?" Sally pleads in a high voice.

"Who wants her bra boys?" Matt asks his eagerly onlooking teammates. There's shuffling and a few shouts as they jostle for the prize. Finally, one muscles their way behind Sally. Reaching up from behind her, an unknown pair of hands takes up Sally's bulging tits and fondle the supple flesh. Deft fingers reach under bra and teasingly flicks her hard nipples. Sally almost starts to moan just as theirs an unceremonious yank and her lacy blue bra snaps off, exposing her huge tits to the waiting camera lens.

"Got it!" The of young man behind Sally shouts hoisting her bra into the air and spinning it around to a cheer from his teammates. Sally feels her nipples harden into diamonds as the phones all press in around her to get a good look at her F-cup tits.

"Push those tits together for me Mrs. Jackson." Matt instructs pushing his cock forward. Sally looks to the camera, hesitates and gulps before reaching her hands up, grasping her breasts and wrapping her flesh around his prick. She pushes her boobs tighter and pulls them down, the first movements slow and glorious.

"Fuck. Look at that, her tits are so big she can barely keep 'em together." One of the team admires pushing his phone forward to capture the rise and fall of Sally's bountiful boob-flesh. A blush blooms across Sally's face as she slides her tits up and down individually, synchronously, and oppositionally so that Matt can enjoy every inch of her milk-makers.

Matt grabs a shoulder with a free hand, throwing his hips forward to thrust into her cleavage with lewd pops of her massive breasts against his groin. Sally braces herself tugs her tits tighter around him.

"Think you can get out of this by making me cum quickly like your husband Mrs. Jackson? Or are you just a hungry little cocksucker who just likes showing off?" Matt teases as he pulls his slick cock out from between her thick tits. Straightening back up, Matt sneers down at her and begins slapping Sally's face with the sides of his cock.

"P-P-Plea—" Sally stammers until Matt grabs her by the head and pushes her down to the floor. Sally finds herself face-down on the grimy tiles with her shapely rump in the air.

"Well boys! I hope her ass is half as talented as her tongue!" Matt hoots, earning a round of high-fives from the surrounding guys as he makes his way behind her. Sally feels his strong hands pull at her G-string, wedging it into her pussy lips before tearing it tears away to leave her ass bare. Now naked save from her cap and white sneakers, Sally breathes heavily as she stares at the ground and tucks a few errant strands of hair behind her ear. Matt's rough fingers grab her tush, squeezing Sally hard and pulling her ass up as high as it can go.

"W-W-Wait." Sally mumbles even as she lustfully shakes her plump ass back at Matt and the surrounding cameras. She rests or her knees, her white sneakers propped up in the air behind her fat ass. Her eyes go wide as two fingers thrust into her pucker without warning or lube, going three knuckles deep before she can blink. Sally cries out, clenching hard around them her full tits pressing into the tile and pillowing out.

"Shut up whore." Matt responds to her fake protests and laughs and spreads his finger's apart, prying her asshole open. His fingers withdraw, leaving Sally with a cold emptiness in her guts. One that's soon replaced by a firm pressure as Matt aligns his cockhead with her hole. A hand locks presses in-between her shoulders, and another on her hip, holding Sally perfectly steady for the inevitable. He thrusts inside her in one long, hard motion.

"F-Fuck that's so big." Sally breathes before her mouth locks open as he comes to the hilt, a moan of spilling from her lungs. Matt hips hammer Sally's rear end, making her body rock forward with the impact, her tits pressing harder into the ground. She is forced to take every inch of his cock in her guts again and again and again. He pounds her back into the dirty floor with every thrust.

"Oh my gods. It's so fucking biggggg." Sally moans to the onlookers around her, the MILF's willpower seemingly breaking, and she starts moaning and crying out non-stop.

"She's about to cum from a cock in her ass!" One of the guys shouts getting on his knees to zoom in on Sally's moaning face.

"Cumming! I'm fu-ck-ing-cum-ing" Sally moans between thrusts as an orgasm crashes through her as she looks directly into the blinding light. He tight anus clenches wildly around Matt's prick. Matt just laughs and smacks her ass, the shock adding that much more stimulation to her tensing muscles.

"That's right! Cum for me, Mrs. Jackson," Matt grunts, grabbing the ponytail coming out of the back of her cap and yanking her tits and face off the ground and gets her onto her hands. Matt's other hand grabs a boob, roughly squeezing the tit as his hips hammer at her butt.

"Oh, fuck me! Treat me like the whore I am!" Sally yells as her eyes roll back in her head from the intense pleasure. Matt grabs her ponytail with both hands, using it as a fuck handle as he pounds harder than ever into her. Sally becomes vaguely aware of the sound of slapping wet flesh surrounding her as hands begin to reach forward and grope at her naked body.

"Fuck. So. Tight." Matt hisses as he yanks Sally's head back again by her ponytail and his breath comes hot and heavy in her ear, rising in pitch until he hilts herself hard in her tight asshole. A warm, wet heat erupts inside Sally, squirting through her ass. An involuntary shudder works through her body.

Before she can even catch her breath, Matt stands and yanks her pony tail up with him. The motion pulling Sally's upper body perpendicular with the ground. She hangs there, wobbling on her knees and squints out at the lights forming a tight ring around her. She hears but doesn't see the rest of the team furiously jacking off to the sight of her as her sweaty flesh shines in the harsh light.

"C'mon Mrs. Jackson. Play with your tits for us!" One of the team shouts.

"Yeah, stick a finger in your mouth too whore!" Another joins in.

Sally feels her nipples bristling harder than ever as her eyes close in wanton acceptance of the situation. She wants them to watch her, to lust after her, and to mark every inch of her skin with their seed. As instructed one of her hands reaches up to cup a breast and tweak her rock-hard nipples. The other thrusts two fingers into her mouth. She opens wide, imagining any second and thick cock would thrust into her needy throat.

"Please," Sally moans softly around her fingers before taking them out of her mouth. "Cum for me. Give me your cum!" She begs louder giving both her nipples a hard tug before pressing her tits towards the masturbating boys and sticking out her chin, her tongue hanging out of her open mouth.

Cum gushes over her from all directions. Ropes flying from every angle to cover her in white. Most of the boys aim for her heavy tits. Her hands circle and knead the swollen flesh, rubbing their cum into her breasts and making them shine. She moans openly as a few ropes of thick cum splash against her tongue and nose, dripping down into her needy mouth. Sally starts swallowing even as more ropes splash against her cheeks and chin. Some even flies across the brim of her branded school hat and into the sides of her dark tied-up hair.

"Good job team." Matt beams, wiping his cockhead clean on her shoulder. Sticky wetness clings all over as Matt unceremoniously drops her to the floor.

"That's what we like to see: a well-fucked slut covered in our cum hey boys?" Matt laughs as the boys all laugh. Sally moans weakly, rolling over to her side on the dirty tiles, now slick with the team's combined cum. She hugs her belly missing the full feeling inside her.

"Ha. See ya next game, Mrs. Jackson." One of the team taunts, shutting off his phone.

"Yeah! Make sure that butt is ready for all of us next time," another laughs, stuffing themselves back into their pants. One by one they end their videos and streams. Laughing amongst themselves as the file out of the change room. Leaving Sally panting on the floor in the dim, flickering light alone in a puddle of cum.

Matt had told her she would have another appointment at AHA today. Shakily Sally pulls herself up onto a nearby bench to where Matt had left a duffle bag with her next change of clothes. Breathing hard she collects the bag and stumbles towards the showers. Hoping no one else comes in before she gets cleaned up.

Chapter 16: Annabeth Makes Up for Poker Night

Summary:

Thanks TsFTK8pt1fhTsZsAsCuk's for your title idea! As promised this chapter is from your suggestion; "Gabe takes Annabeth to another poker night and breeds her in front of everyone including her father as punishment for running out in the previous chapter."

Enjoy!

Notes:

p.s. The story will start branching out from here to more characters so stay tuned for more and let me know who and how you'd like to see them!

Chapter Text

Annabeth Makes Up for Poker Night

Gabe slumps back into one of the pair of big sofa chairs that occupy a corner the living room of Eddie's apartment. The room was filled with a haze of cigarette smoke that dimmed the already dark room. Eddie's new poker table took pride of place with a large overhead lamp backlighting the shuffle forms of a large group of men. They cast long shadows through the room as they mill about. The sloshing of cheap beer and the chewing of greasy food the soundtrack of the evening so far.

"Hey Gabe," a tired voice comes from the chair next to the hairy man. Gabe glances at the man across from him.

Fredrick Chase looks a mess. He sinks into the sofa chair as a litter of beer bottles nestles around his feet. His usually crisp shirt is creased and stained. His greying-blonde hair falls his dull eyes with dark bags hanging under them. A drunken red flush covers his face as he barely moves as acknowledges the man sitting next to him.

"Jesus Freddie." Gabe says settling a plate of nachos on his belly and stuffing his face with a handful. "You certainly didn't take it easy this year."

Fredrick grumbles in response and sighs. He shifts and slowly moves his arm around, feeling around for another beer bottle. A crease knits between his eyebrows as he can't find another, and he finally lifts his head to squint around the room.

"Huh, lots of guys tonight." Fredrick observes, barely present.

"Well, they found out I would be providing entertainment again, and as you know I rarely disappoint." Gabe says with glee and wiggles his thick eyebrows at Fredrick.

Fredrick feels a lance of ice shoot up his back from the soles of his feet. "D-Did you hire the same one as last time?" He stammers, sitting up straighter and eyes darting around the room as he tries to shake away the cloud from his brain.

"Hire?" Gabe says incredulously. "No, she pays me for my services." He finishes with a leer and stretching out the word.

"Pays you?" Fredrick chokes out, his head spinning from just the tiniest movements.

"Yeah. Just like the good old days." Gabe responds with a huff of a sign and shovels more nachos into his mouth.

Click. Click. Tink. Click. Click. Tink.

A series of clear steady sounds reverberate through the quiet din of the living room. A grin spreads across Gabe's face and he settles further back in his chair, propping one arm behind his head.

"Sounds like she's finally ready."

Click. Click. Tink. Click. Click. Tink.

Fredrick panics and tries to get up to leave but his legs feel like logs and his feet are as heavy as cinder blocks.

Click. Click. Tink. Click. Click. Tink.

The sound echoes down the hall that leads up to the living room. The quiet murmuring stops until the only sound is the unmistakable steps of high heels onto the old wood of the apartment floor followed by sharp metallic sound.

Click. Click. Tink. Click. Click. Tink.

Fredrick places both hands on the armrest and tries to heave himself to his feet. His attempts to flee fall short and his arms buckle, and he falls back into the chair.

"Ha! Relax Freddy, shows about to start." Gabe says reaching over and smacking Fredrick on the shoulder. "You'll get a good enough view from here."

Click. Click. Tink. Click. Click. Tink.

All eyes are glued to the darkened entry way to the living room. As a gorgeous set of long bare legs steps out of the shadows. The woman steps forward with the clear sound of her red heels clicking on the floor. It rings like an alarm through Fredrick's befuddled brain. She steps into the light and her radiant beauty is completely out of place with dank smell and mouldy furniture occupying the room.

Fredrick flinches and hurriedly tries to shift once more and finds himself stuck to his chair as if glued there by some imaginary force.

His daughter, Annabeth, pauses briefly in the entryway, placing a hand to her hip and cocking her hips to the side as she leans slightly on the long metal pole she holds in her opposite hand. Her bright eyes take in the room and her red lipstick shines in the low light, a smile blossoming across her face. Her shining blonde hair falls over her shoulders. She wears a lacy red bra that accentuates her already ample breasts. The lines of her toned stomach stand out in the shadows cast by the lamp above the poker table. A red G-string rides high up her hips and its thin strands and tiny crotch leave practically nothing to the imagination.

Click. Click. Tink. Click. Click. Tink.

None of the large group of men make a sound. Their eyes all glued to her, Annabeth steps into the room and makes her way to the central poker table, confidently sashaying over. Her toned ass sways back and forth, drawing all their attention to her quaking thighs and jiggling buttocks as she passes them.

Click. Click. Tink. Click. Click. Tink.

She turns to Eddie; the short superintendent having completely forgotten about the money he'd been counting in his hands.

"I heard your table has a spot for this." Annabeth asks innocently gesturing with the metal pole in her hand. "I'm dying to show off the moves I've learnt."

"Sure, why not? Go ahead and show us your dance, babe." Eddie responds with a grin, his eyes racking up and down Annabeth's long legs and high-heeled feet. "Watch the velvet with those."

"Thank you mister," Annabeth says huskily, giving Eddie a sweet smile as she stalks over to the pole. "Don't worry, I'll be careful."

Annabeth mounts the pool table in a fluid motion. Getting to her feet atop the velvet, she threads the metal pole into the central hole in the table, giving it a few yanks to check its secure. Someone in the apartment turns on Eddie's speaker system and immediately the room is filled with the slow rhythmic sound of drums and smooth melody.

At the sound of the music Annabeth sucks in a breath, looking towards Gabe in the corner as he grins and nods at her. She exhales and looks around at all the men watching. Her smile widens and she grasps the pole and daintily spins, giving everyone a teasing show of her goods, occasionally shifting and moving her hips and chest to give them a better look. The music swells and the low base thuds in time with her movements. She comes out from her slow spin and puts her back to the pole, slowly sliding down and pressing her tits out.

"Yeah! that's the stuff!" One of the guys shouts, surging forward and leaning over the edge of the table, straining to get even close to her.

Annabeth comes to her knees in front of him, her hands stretched above her grasping the pole as she slowly rotates her hips to the music. He leans forward with a wad of bills and pulls at the material of her G-string. Annabeth winks at the man and moans audibly as his fingers dip dangerously close to her honeypot before letting the material of her G-string snaps down on the cash. The man pulls back with a grin as more men press in waving their money at her.

"Slow down boys." Annabeth purrs. "Wouldn't want to run out before the show's even started."

Annabeth turns around, slowly rising up the pole and extending her ass behind her, shaking her jiggling cheeks and wolf-whistles and shouts resound in response. Annabeth runs her hands from her calves to her shoulders as she straightens up. Standing with her back to the crowd, Annabeth looks over her shoulder and winks, reaching to back and unclasping her bra.

"Fuck yeah show us them titties!" One of the onlooker's yells banging their fist down on the table.

Annabeth grins and covers her chest with one arm and throws her lacy bra toward him. A big goofy grin spreads over his face as it lands on his head and he continues to stare in awe. She brings both hands to her chest and turns around, covering her nipples with her palms. The music starts to build as she leans over and jiggles her cleavage right in the faces of the men in the crowd closest to the table.

"Bend over baby!"

"Shake it like that!"

"Step on me please!"

"Take my fucking money!"

The crowd continues to shout and holler at her as more money is thrown her way. Annabeth leans back and takes a slow look around the room, holding her tits close and idly groping them. She bites her lip as she takes in the enraptured faces staring up at her in reverence. As the music reaches a crescendo Annabeth drops her hands. Her beautiful tits spilling out as her rock-hard nipples bounce with the motion. The room erupts into cheers. Annabeth smiles and shakes her shoulders jiggling her large assets to the appreciate shouts of the fellas around her.

Back over in far corner of the room Fredrick watches, concern, arousal and shame all playing across his face as he grips the arms of the sofa chair. His body feels too heavy to move as he watches his daughter spin around the pole with sinful ease; presenting her assets, wiggling her body and being showered in money by the crowd of disgusting men.

"Don't have any cash for our dancer?" Gabe's voice rumbles between munching on a plate of nachos from the twin chair next to Frederick's.

"I don't have any on me." Fredrick responds turning to look at the large fat man, glad to have a reason to tear his eyes away.

"The towns been that bad on you, eh?" Gabe rumbles, belly jiggling with quiet, mocking laughter. "I guess you did already get to try her out."

"Yeah! You like that boys?" Fredrick hears Annabeth calls with a wink as the crowd roars in response.

"She's gotten much better I promise. Spent all week training her up after last weekend." Gabe says looking back to Annabeth and pausing briefly to swallow his mouthful. He turns back to Fredrick, mouth splitting in a vile grin filled with yellow teeth. "You'll see soon enough."

Fredrick tries to hide his horror as he escapes Gabe's dark eyes and looks back towards the table. Annabeth dominates the energy in the room, drinking in the attraction of the gathered men. Every pant in the room tented.

She settles down into the tabletop. There's a literal carpet of bills over the green velvet that she writhes around in. Annabeth makes sure to stuff as many of the big bills into the tight bands of her G-string as she can as Gabe had instructed her to earlier.

Annabeth stands back up and continues swaying her body to the music, only pausing only to bend over and twerk her ass or grind her crotch on the pole. Slightly sweaty from the dancing, Annabeth grips the pole and smiles sweetly to the crowd pressing around her.

"Thanks for loving me, boys...," Annabeth says, blowing kisses all around. "But I've got a confession." She continues in a conspiratorial tone. "I've already got an appointment tonight."

"What!?"

"No way!"

"I knew it was too good to be true!" The crowd starts shouting back in response. Annabeth smiles and raises a finger to her plump lips before raising an eyebrow. The crowd quietens in hushed suspense.

"I didn't say you couldn't watch." She teases running her fingers over her erect nipples and down her toned belly to rest against her wide hips. Annabeth leans down and scoops as much as the cash she can into her arms and stands back up again. Quiet murmurs spread through the crowd as the tension builds. Annabeth steps to the edge of the table, the toe of her high heel resting on the rail.

"Won't someone help me down?" She asks innocently extending a hand forward, the other clutching the money to her breasts.

There's another surge of movement as the men jostle for the honour. A hand grasps hers as Annabeth steps forward and five men surge underneath her to help lower her gently. Their touches are respectful but lingering and send a shudder up Annabeth's back. She looks down to see one man has thrown himself across the floor, so she has a nice, soft welcome mat to step onto. Giggling, Annabeth places her feet on the man's crotch, shifting herself forward out of the hands holding her.

"Thank you." A soft groan comes from underneath her along with the whispered reverence as her feet find purchase.

Annabeth looks down into the face of the man's whose cock and ball's she is crushing. Eddie lies beneath her. Favouring him with a wink and a smile Annabeth steps forwards, eliciting another groan from below as she pushes off and begins to stalk across the room. The crowd follows tight behind her, watching her swaying ass with quiet reverence. She comes to the corner of the room, where the only two men who had not come up to watch her sit.

As she comes closer, her eyes are almost solely focused on Gabe before they casually glance over the other man. Annabeth does a double take, nearly stumbling in her seductive stride before regaining her balance and pointedly not looking back at her father again.

She steps right up to Gabe's chair and leans down pressing her pillowy breasts against his stained top and pulling her arm back, depositing the pile of cash onto his belly.

"Is this enough to buy your services for tonight?" Annabeth purrs, wiggling her ass behind her as she stares into Gabe's beady eyes, desperately trying to block out everything in the world other than her master, her sweaty tits pressing into him.

"Hmmmm." Gabe considers, food-stained fingers coming up to scratch his stubble in thought. Gabe slaps Annabeth's ass, leaving saucy fingerprints and turns to Frederick. "Freddy! Want to take her for a spin?"

Fredrick scrunches her lips, glancing between Gabe and his daughter. "I… uh, don't like blondes." Annabeth looks over at Frederick hesitantly, desperate for Gabe to not discover their connection. She takes in the sorry mess her father is in, his drunken eyes struggling to focus on her.

"Ha! Surely you're not that picky with this in front of you." Gabe says with a leer, a hand coming down to grasp one of Annabeth's juicy cheeks and jiggling it enticingly.

"No I don't–" Frederick starts. Annabeth nervously glances at him.

"Besides you're leaving town tomorrow anyways. You won't have another chance until next year. By then all the other guys will have run her through." Gabe says, nudging Fredrick with his elbow.

"I really don't think it's appropria…"

"Appropriate!" Gabe roars with laughter, shaking his head. The rest of the guys in the crowd join the laughter in disbelief. "Freddy, you come for that conference every year and fuck half the whores in New York!"

"That's not what I mea…"

"You had no issues last week, why all of a sudd–" Gabe muses, interrupting Fredrick once more. Grumbles come from the crowd, the gathered men all wanting nothing more than to replace the hesitant man.

"Oh, don't be like that!" Annabeth interrupts Gabe, pulling back from him and pouting dramatically, looking across at her father with her hands on her hips. "He just needs a bit of encouragement."

"Heh, by all means." Gabe responds with a proud grin at Annabeth and gestures towards Fredrick.

Annabeth stands up and saunters over to Fredrick earning some jeers and whistles from the watching crowd. She looks around the press of bodies around her and favours them with another sultry smile.

She comes to a stop in front of Fredrick. She raises her hands above her head and then Annabeth closes her eyes and focuses on the music. Her body moves like a wave, from the tips of her fingers down her arms and chest and into her belly and hips all to the beat of the music.

A reverent hush falls around the crowd as they watch with silent intensity. Annabeth's dancing is made all the better by the sway of her bare breasts. A blush spreads over the demigoddess' cheeks, accompanied by a lustful smile. She shimmies to the beat of the drums, working her hips to make her body sway hypnotically.

Frederick watches the dance unfold with breathless attention. A flush of heat beings spreading through his crotch, spurred on by the sensuality on display. His dark lust lends clarity to his thoughts and vision until he unable to tear his brightening eyes away from the sway and shake his daughter's breasts and ass. Annabeth turns around and backs into him, shaking her butt so close to his face that he could just reach out and bury his face in it.

Gods it looks so much like her mother's. Frederick thinks and then all of a sudden Annabeth twirls straight into his lap. She sits with her legs side-saddle across Frederick's laps and rubs her plush ass into his crotch. Her eyes still closed, feeling the music as she undulates her ass over his throbbing erection.

"Well? Care to give your dancer a little tip?" Gabe jeers.

"A-A-A tip?" Fredrick stammers.

"Ha!" Gabe snorts. "Cheap as always."

"Don't worry, money isn't the sort of tip Gabe has in mind." Annabeth says, opening her stormy grey eyes and lancing Fredrick into the back of the chair with the intensity of her gaze. Her hands run along the stained and wrinkled material of his shirt. She sits up slightly and presses her crotch to his, drawing herself back and forth over his lengthy shaft.

"Ohhhh, its a big tip!" Annabeth purrs to the crowd behind her, pressing in against Fredrick. Her breasts squish against his chest as her long lean legs twirl around his. Squeezing his cock between her thigh and his belly, and Fredrick can feel her rubbing against him with every breath she takes.

"C'mon, we need to put on a good show," Annabeth murmurs with a quiet pleading look towards her father. Returning to her act, she snakes a hand down slowly over Frederick's chest, teasing it across his belly and down between his legs, reaching into his pants to wrap her slender digits around his cock.

"Well... It's a little awkward with everyone watching." Fredrick half-laughs, half complains.

"I think I know how to get your mind off of that." Annabeth teases in a low-voice as she gets off his lap and slides between his legs, pulling his pants down as she goes.

Fredrick takes a breath in and shuts his eyes, trying to imagine he was anywhere else. He feels Annabeth's hands rest on his knees, and then a long lick tracing its way up from the base his cock to its head. She then swallows his length down to the base, taking him deep in her throat until her chin's nestled into his large balls.

"Jesus that's good." Fredrick hisses between clenched teeth. He opens his eyes to watch Annabeth's own lock onto his and she slowly pulls up, breathing heavily when she finally comes up for air.

"Oh, thank you," Annabeth breathes, as she starts fiddling with her G-string.

She continues sucking Fredrick's cock hard, running her tongue over its sensitive surface until he's diamonds hard. Annabeth doesn't waste any time in teasing him, staring up at her father with her mother's big grey eyes as she swallows his swollen cock to the hilt. Down below she pushes her G-string to the side and starts fingering herself.

"Sheesh Gabe you sure know how to train 'em." One of the guys in the crowd lets out with a low whistle.

"Fuck." Fredrick says in a muffled moan as his cockhead throbs in her wet, squeezing gullet. Annabeth sucks loudly, pressing her plush lips up against his groin again and again she pumps her fingers needly into herself below.

"Enough foreplay." Gabe grumbles next to them. "I want a happy ending for my friend here."

"Ygesh." Annabeth mumbles, turning to Gabe and nodding with Fredrick's cock still in her mouth.

She slides off the end with a kiss and quickly stands up and spins around, presenting herself ass-first towards Fredrick, and slinking down into his lap. She grinds against his spit-slick cock as it juts up against her firm ass. Facing back into the room, Annabeth takes in the enraptured faces of the men gathered around her. She feels a shiver run up her spine from their stares that causes her ass to quake against her father's cock.

"Fuck, she's better than most of the whores in this town." One of the numerous onlookers admires.

"Man, I hope Gabe doesn't make her too expensive." Another whines.

"I'd pay anything to tap that."

Annabeth smiles out at them, revelling in being the centre of their attention and the absolute object of their desires.

"Watch this boys." She teases with a grin.

Annabeth twists around in Frederick's lap with liquid grace, raising on her knees so that his cock slides up against her entrance, crown smearing the material of her G-string with warm arousal as it presses tantalizingly close. Annabeth turns around a gives the crowd a playful wink and leans forward off of Fredrick's pride.

She reaches back with one hand and pulls an ass cheek back whilst the other slips Fredrick's cock under the thread of her G-string, securing the length of his shaft against her entrance. Her other hand lets go and the two mountains of buttflesh clap back together around Frederick's erection.

"Hot diggity dog, that ass is magnificent." One of the crowd hollers as Annabeth starts moving up and down, massaging Fredrick's shaft between her soft cheeks and against her wet pussy.

Frederick leans back, trying to look relaxed, desperately hoping he won't accidentally slip inside his daughter before she can get him off. He grimaces and reaches forward and grabs at her bouncing tits.

"That's my girl!" Gabe hoots as he watches with glee as every time Annabeth rises, Frederick comes dangerously close to just slipping inside his daughter, to sheathing himself inside her wet, velvet embrace.

Trying to focus on the pleasure and not the horrifying situation he has ended up in. Fredrick kneads Annabeth's tits and tugs on her nipples every time she bounces on him. The constant stimulation leaving his daughter panting and gasping, accompanied more of her pussy juices smearing up and down his shaft. The thin cord of the G-string and her bubbly ass remains hugs Fredrick until he's on the edge, grunting and groping wildly at her breasts.

"You're about to burst." Annabeth observes breathlessly, bouncing her ass faster. "Hurry!" She moans.

With a final gasp, Frederick sinks his fingers into Annabeth's quaking chest and thrust his hips, driving himself into her ass-cleavage. A fountain of cum squirts from his crown, splattering over Annabeth's back. She twerks atop Fredrick as strings of her father's cum squirt over her ass.

"Finally." Annabeth exhales in relief, arching her back at the feeling of hot cum drooling down the curve of her spine and through the gutter of her ass cheeks. Annabeth's hands travel down to pressing into her backside, smearing jizz all around and making the bountiful orbs shine in the low light.

"Hey Freddy!" Gabe calls with a smirk. Frederick pants with the exertion of his orgasm and tilts his head back forward.

"W-What?" He replies.

"Let the bitch go I'm tired of waiting to stuff a baby into her." Gabe says one hand fishing his stiff cock out of his pants jerking it whilst the other gestures to where Frederick's hands are clamped onto Annabeth's tits.

He's been holding her in place as she writhes against his softening cock, her eyes closed, and her face flushed bright red. Fredrick releases his daughter's breasts and looks up into her lustful expression with a startled shift back. As Annabeth leans forward and puts both hands on each armrest to stand up, she leans into her father's ear.

"You know, you should've just pushed it in anyways." Annabeth whispers, bracing herself against Fredrick's chest. Her heavy tits spread out, squished between their bodies as she starts pushing herself back off of him. "Now you're going to have to watch me get filled with his baby instead of yours..."

Annabeth gets off of Fredericks lap and takes a second to flaunt what she's got to the gathered admirers. She shakes her shining ass back at them before reaching down and cupping her cheeks and jiggling them to even more hoots and hollers of approval.

"You want Gabe to cum in me boys?" She implores of her audience with a wicked smile over her shoulder.

"Fuck yeah!" They shout in response. "Cream that pussy Gabe!"

Annabeth traces the line of her G-string over her hips and the grasps the thin material and tugs suddenly, snapping it off her body. She flings it forward towards Fredrick where it lands across his face.

"A little something to remember me by, Freddy." Annabeth teases, drawing out his name. Fredrick flinches as the wet material whacks into him, his daughter's scent invading his nostrils and causing his softening dick to throb.

The crowd lets out a mocking laugh and Annabeth giggles back at them. Swaying her hips seductively, she shifts over to Gabe, whose cock stands like a resolute pillar from his jungle of pubes. She stands between his spread legs and turns around, planting her hands on each of his heavy thighs and lowers herself down. Annabeth's bare and dripping wet entrance loins kisses Gabe's cockhead.

"Soooo big." Annabeth says, a languid sigh escaping her juicy lips. She turns her head back, appraising Gabe with an enticing gaze. "Lean back. Relax. Let me worship you," she purrs.

Gabe smirks and does as asked of him, leaning back and watching as slutty demigoddess reaches back to part her ass and reveal her dripping pussy. It once again kisses his crown until she slowly rolls her hips and Gabe's head slides into her with ease. The curvature of Annabeth's ass shakes and grinds as she sinks a quarter of the way down Gabe's length. Her tight hole clings onto him as she whirls her hips in shallow arcs. Annabeth pauses and pulls up until Gabe's cockhead is just about to slip out and slams down with a pelvis-shattering booty drop into his lap. Taking his entire length at once.

"FUUUUuuuuuccccKKK!" Annabeth moans from the sudden sensation, her knees wobbling.

Fredrick can only watch on in horror as Annabeth writhes and bounces on top of Gabe; her bronze flesh almost seems to glow in the darkened room. She worships his dick as her altar. Her gyrations pull him in all directions. Her butt caresses and massages every vein, every nook, and every cranny of Gabe's rock-hard meat.

"Can you feel that? You make me so wet. Hold me." Annabeth half commands, half begs as she reaches back to take Gabe's hands and rest them on her voluptuous hips, which continue to bump and twirl all over him. She leans into Gabe's broad chest and nestles against him.

Grinding against his crotch, Annabeth sinks down to the hilt again and again. Her ass shakes wildly with each drop onto Gabe. She entwines her fingers with his. As Gabe begins to thrust back up and deep into her.

A sick jealously fills the bottom of Fredrick's stomach as he watches his daughter whore herself out for this filthy man.

Annabeth's breasts bounce and flop as Gabe quickens his pace, her body glistening with sweat. She's lost in the clapping mess. She bounces and plants her vast ass into Gabe's crotch with every thrust he spears back into her. She writhes upon his cock, her delicate hands holding tightly onto his hairy paws at her sides. She grips tighter and draws Gabe's hands up to her swaying breasts.

"I want you to cum in me. Fill me. Give me everything." Annabeth almost chants as she curls back into Gabe. His hands knead deep into her jiggling tits. Her back arches against his swollen belly while his thick cock is squished inside her velvety embrace and hilted in her cheeks.

Annabeth turns her head, golden locks brushing Gabe's face, and opens her mouth for him. Gabe locks his lips with hers and shoves his tongue into her mouth. Annabeth's eyes roll back and she feasts upon the slimy appendage in her mouth as her cheeks clap nosily as they rise and slam against Gabe's hilt. He bucks his hips harder and drives into her as she bounces her whole stomach and pelvis up and down his length to milk him for all her have. Her breath catches in Gabe's mouth as her grey eyes stare longingly into his.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," Annabeth murmurs in another quiet chant of need.

With a final ass slam down into his hips, Gabe's cock explodes, warmth flooding into her tunnel. Annabeth drowns in passion as her tongue entwins with Gabe's. Lurid kisses and sloppy mouths are all she can hear as her senses dim.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!" Annabeth shouts around Gabe's tongue. Her focus tunnels into the feeling of him flooding into her and it blocks out everything else.

All at once the lust pervading Fredrick Chases' mind falls away, taking his drunken stupor with it as Fredrick blinks his eyes clear just in time to watch on in horror as Gabe pumps load after load into his daughter's hungry pussy. His body feels a tonne lighter, and he shoots out of his chair and pushes through the press of the small crowd of onlookers. He stumbles out of the apartment, fleeing into the night.

After a while, Annabeth regains her senses and rises a pit off of her cock-throne. Gabe's cock twitches its last spurt into her and flops out of her. A river of jizz flows out of her used hole. Annabeth moans and leans back down into Gabe and nestles back into his hairy chest once more, groaning with lustful satisfaction.

She is drained, her hips and pussy demolished by Gabe's meat. She completely forgets about her father and the crowd gathered around them, watching on eagerly.

"I think that was the one," Annabeth moans, kissing the nape of Gabe's neck. He spurts out a few more loads onto the floor below, joining the rest that is slowly leaking out of her.

Gabe slaps an ass cheek and grabs handful of tit. He smirks, satisfied.

"Me too Pet. Me too."

Chapter 17: Sally Saves Matt's Grades

Notes:

Found Mr. Boring as I was looking for teachers on the PJO wiki. Thought it was a funny name so used it. Who knows though, in a highschool full of demigods he might be someone in disguise...

Chapter Text

Sally Saves Matt's Grades

"Mrs. Jackson I've had a long… year." The Principal of AHA says with a sigh before waving his hand. "I don't change grades every time a parent comes walking in here complaining."

The short portly man looks across the large desk in his well-lit office. His wire spectacles quivering on perch of his bulbous nose. He absentmindedly smooths his combover across his balding scalp as he takes in a breath before continuing.

"And asking for not one, but two of your children, leads me to question what their home life is like." He finishes eyes pointedly running up and down Sally's form.

Sally sits opposite him and adjusts the thick black glasses Matt had instructed she use for this meeting he'd set up. Her hair is tied back into a neat tight pony tail but that is about where her respectability ends. She wears a crisp white button up top, that is about three sizes too small for her, which compresses her large tits. The buttons strain to hold together, leaving little gaps in the material displaying bare skin. She had not been given a bra and fells her nipples stiffening against the tight fabric in the ice-cold air-conditioning of the office.

Sally's hands clench the hem of her tight black pencil skirt. She'd felt so loved when Matt had shown her off to all his friends earlier that day. But this… What he was making her do, it made her feel as cold inside as the stale chilly office she found herself in.

She looks up, looking at the name plate at the front of the desk. It reads, 'Principal Böange.'

"Please Mr… Borange?" Sally tries hesitantly.

"It's pronounced Bor-ang," the Principal supplies, eyes narrowing further.

"Boring?" Sally questions, a little thrown off guard.

His nostrils flare slightly before he sighs leaning back in his chair. "Close enough I guess, it's Swedish."

"Well Mr. Boring…" Sally starts.

"Principal." He corrects, interrupting.

"Oh Sorry… Well Principal Boring I really am desperate to send my babies to college." Sally continues feeling shame building in the pit of her stomach. "And Matt and Penny won't be getting in at this rate."

Principal Boring shuffles some papers around and Sally squirms in her seat.

"Matt Sloan?" He questions beady eyes looking up into hers.

"Y-Yes… from my first marriage." Sally lies quickly.

"I see." Principal Boring shifts his eyes back to the Papers of the desk. Sally notices the man's eyes lingering on her plump lips and quickly tracing down the swell of her breasts.

Internally Sally yells, oh god this is really going to happen.

Principal Boring looks over the papers before him for a long minute before raising a hand and beckoning Sally to come around to his side of the desk. She stands smoothing down her tight skirt and stepping slowly around. The old man doesn't look up and simply taps two pieces of paper.

"Their grades aren't terrible, but they've been missing a lot of class recently." He says. "I'm confident if they regularly attend their lessons and put in some more work that they'll have no issue graduating."

"That's great news." Sally responds, then looks downcast, Matt wouldn't want to study. "Unfortunately, there's a lot going on in our family. I'm worried they won't be able to."

Principal Boring leans back and drums his fingers on the papers. He looks up thoughtfully at Sally. "Divorce?" He asks.

"Well… In a way." Sally responds.

He nods and clears his throat and starts to shake his head. Sally surges forward and finds her hand grasping the old man's thigh just about his knee. Oh god, she was really doing this.

"Please sir." Sally begs, desperation mixing with shame in her wide eyes.

Principal Boring looks down to Sally's hand clasping his leg and then back up at the mother's face. He hesitates for but a moment before reaching forward and slipping a finger between two of the straining buttons in her shirt and firmly draws her towards him. Sally gasps as she is bent down so the Principal can get a good look at her soft lips.

"You know, you really dressed up for this meeting and that some lovely makeup you have on..." He leers, his finger wriggling in its hold on her shirt.

Sally shivers visibly at the tone of his voice, her tongue nervously wetting her lips and leaving them shining.

"D-Do you like it?" She responds quietly, inescapable dread rising in her throat, knowing exactly where this is going.

Her answer comes by Principal Boring pulling her further down into a kiss that makes Sally's cheeks redden in shame. He continues to deepen the kiss and Sally reluctantly returns it, knowing the part she must play. By the time their lips come apart his hands are already rubbing all over her body.

"I will take that as a yes, then..." Sally says, almost like in defeat.

"On your knees." Principal Boring instructs.

The last shred of hope that she could get out of this vanishes as Sally starts sinking down before his rough hands grasp her shoulders and shoves her. She drops to her knees, bouncing on her heels hard enough to make her large tits bounce and jiggle. The motion causes a few of the buttons of her top to finally pop free and expose the long line of her ample cleavage.

Sally looks up to see Principal Boring's eyes burning with desire as his fingers hurry to undress himself. The inescapability of her situation only continues to press into the forefront of her mind once his modest prick's flops out and slaps Sally on the face.

Principal Boring feels his every heartbeat surge blood into his hardening member. He braces his hands on the armrests, getting lightheaded from the sudden rush. He takes a deep breath and locks his attention on Sally. He coils one hand through her ponytail while the other reaches down to idly grope one of her breasts.

"You look devilish." He compliments with a lustful grin. Sally sits between the old man's wobbly knees. Her cheeks flushed, her tits almost spilling out of her shirt and her ample butt resting on her heels as his cock rests against her face.

"May I?" Sally asks looking at the principle's cock across her face, desperate to just get this over with already.

"Show me how bad you want it." The old man's grin turning into a leer.

Sally swallows and then grips at the sides of her shirt and rips it the rest of the way open. Her big tits finally spill free of their tight prison, rising and falling quickly with Sally's nervous breath. She reaches up to knead her own tits as she wiggles her ass on her heels and opens wide, presenting her wet tongue.

Principal Boring grunts appreciatively as he gets a nice look down the pink depths of her throat. He lines his cock up with her parted lips and Sally's tongue snakes forward and laps around his head.

The MILF makes some delightfully sloppy noises kissing at his tip before slowly swallowing him up. The heat of her mouth engulfs Principle Boring to the base, swallowed until his cock visibly bulges in her neck.

Sally starts bobbing up and down, running her tongue along his dick and glazing it with her spit. She works him hard and fast, hoping to get him to pop off quickly so she could be down with this whole encounter. She tugs and pulls on her chest, kneading her jiggling tits, trying to focus on anything other than the small prick in her mouth.

Principle Boring's own hands move to grip her ponytail, tugging her face into him and taking control. The old man wobbles to his feet and pushes Sally further onto her heels.

"That's it, hold still." Principle Boring commands as he shifts and gets set to fuck her face properly. The ache in his depths can be ignored no longer, desperate desire to rut his animal needs right into Sally's soft lips drives Principle Boring a little wild. She gurgles her protest as he leans back.

There's a pause for a few loud heartbeats before he slams forward all at once, smashing his hips into the mother's face. He is nowhere near the largest she has ever taken but his intensity takes her off guard. She lets out a muffled groan, eyes rolling back and body going slack as he hammers home. Sally only got a single breath of perpetration before Principle Boring starts trying to literally fuck her brains out.

"Mmmmmmm!" Sally complains, which urges Principal Boring onwards, her worried eyes framed by her thick glasses begging up at him desperately even as her cheeks grow more flushed. Her complaints start coming out as gags as drool flows from her mouth between hard thrusts. As he fucks her face, Sally's tongue is forced into servicing his dick, lathering his balls with affection when he holds her at his base, clutching her hair.

Sally squirms, trying to find some relief as the old man batters down the door to her throat with his manic thrusting. She drools and gags around his dick, face completely flushed from being ravaged. The pent-up tension of Principle Boring's frustrating life making Sally's breath come up short as her throat is filled with his dick.

Principal Boring's thrusts force her whole body back until she's off her knees and sitting on her ass with a dominant hand bracing her head against the side of the desk. He hammers away with his wrinkly balls slapping her in the chin and lathering her with strings of her own spit. One hand now free he reaches down to continually slap Sally's sensitive tits until they're good and red.

"Take it slut, this what all you whining bitches deserve!" It's hard to say whether Sally can even hear his admonishment. She turns her cheeks concave with suction, tongue rapidly assaulting his cock to bring him crashing towards his limit and relive her burning throat.

Sally's eyes widen and her hands scramble to hold onto something as she finds her back slowly sliding down across the side of his desk. She reaches out and wraps her hands around Principal Boring's waist tightly to holder herself up as he instead slips. Sally inadvertently hugs his crotch to her face as she slams down onto her back.

Principal Boring falls over her on his hands and knees. There is a beat of pause as he adjusts and holding the sides of Sally's face and pushing her head back against the carpet of the office floor. He then lifts his legs up and slams down into her face, thrusting down her throat with the force of his entire body weight.

As he drills her into the floor, Sally's gagging noises turn to chokes as spit bubbles from her tight lips and streams down the sides of her face.

A victorious cry finally rips its way from Principal Boring's throat, throwing his back while he pumps thick ropes of spunk down her throat. Sally all but drowns in his orgasm, jerking and gagging her lips having gone slightly blue around his cock.

Suddenly, he pulls out and Sally sucks in her first full breath in minutes. Her gasping mouth is struck as the Principal continues jacking off above her, ropes of his cum raining down to painting her hair, across her glasses and heaving reddened tits. Sally lies on the floor not moving for a long while as the older man collects himself.

"Need… a minute... breathing," the curvaceous mother eventually gets out. Not that her need for oxygen has stopped her from reaching up rubbing his spunk into her skin.

Principal Boring has already zipped his pants back up, straightened his tie and sat back down across from Sally before she even starts to weakly push herself off the floor. She shivers in the stale airconditioned breeze as she pulls her shirt back together, only able to button it up halfway with the rest of the ruptured buttons laying on the floor around her.

She pulls herself into her seat on shaky legs, her big ass shaking in her tight dress drawing Principal Boring's appreciative eye. She sits up straight, smoothing cum into her dark hair as she gathers it up and reties it. Obvious stains mar the front of her shirt as she adjusts her glasses looking pointedly into her lap as her smeared and running makeup dries in the cool air.

Principal Boring's palm smooths his comb over into his bolding scalp as he clears his throat and Sally finally looks up to the old man who had just made her nearly suffocate on his cock is now sat calmy on the other side of the desk.

"I'll see what I can do about the grades Mrs. Jackson." He says with an almost bored expression.

Sally nods in response and weakly gets up to her feet. She collects her things, grabbing the hidden camera she had placed at the start of the meeting off the desktop. Standing, she turns and saunters her ass to the door, trying to pull her shirt into something approaching modest.

Principal Boring's eyes follow the sway of her hips in her tight dress as she walks. "Oh and Mrs. Jackson." He calls after her.

Sally's hand rests on the door handle as she turns on her heels and looks back at the man, anxiously adjusting her glasses. "Yes sir?"

"I will consider a higher letter grade for each… meeting we have about their progress." He says, pushing his glasses up his bulbous nose to stare into her eyes.

Sally nods hesitantly, a weak smile flashing across her lips before she hurries out into the hallway. Matt would undoubtedly catch the principal's last offer. Sally shivers and quickens her pace, fleeing down the hallway even as she knew in her heart Matt would be sending her back down it soon enough…

Chapter 18: Penny's Life Goes to Hell

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Penny's Life Hell Goes to Hell

The dull thuds of her feet kicking behind her fill Penny's ears as her arm glides over the water before slicing in and pulling her forward. She stares blankly at the black guideline at the bottom of the pool. The rush of the cool water over her soothing her aching body as much as it relaxed her racing mind. She does stroke after stroke only breaking her rhythm to tuck and roll at the ends of the lanes.

Water was usually the only place Penny could order her thoughts. Now it was the only place she could escape them. AHA had an Olympic-sized pool for no obvious reason. When she'd been looking for schools her stepdad, Paul Blofis, had said it would be a good fit. It had helped that he'd known the principle, Penny had promised him that she would try her best when she got accepted.

She tucks once more, felling a pleasant burn in her legs as they coil and then push against the side of the pool. Holding her fit body in a streamlined position as she cuts through the water with an almost inhuman grace. A thought bubbles to the surface of her clear mind.

Breathe.

Penny quickly tilts her face to the side and catches a glimpse of other students moving about the pool. How many laps had that been this time? Ten? She really had to remember keep up appearances for the mortals. She slowed her pace slightly, not wanting anyone to notice her calmy beating any world records.

It was bad enough that she couldn't join the swim team, Annabeth had called the notion 'un-sporting,' so the last thing Penny needed was someone trying to recruit her. Most of the students thought she was just weird swimming alone. She always swam after her basketball games; they didn't bother her, and usually left her alone well enough.

They had won the game even though Penny had played poorly. Seeing Matt before the game had rattled her. Penny had encountered some pretty confronting things in her time as a demigod. She'd been more than willing to dismiss what she'd seen at Sweet On America as a bad dream or some sick and twisted illusion conjured by one of her old enemies.

Matt's eyes, however. Even though she'd only met them for a fraction of a second, they bore through her memory. Staring right at her, while a grin had split his face, his eyes had just stared, hungry and predatory. She had looked into his dark eyes for but a moment but could swear she saw green swimming through his irises. Those eyes were the same that had stared at her that day and they promised more.

Penny gritted her teeth and upped her pace. Desperately trying to return to the calm serenity the water had offered her a moment before. None came. She swam for about half an hour longer, plagued by Matt's dark eyes. She barely remembered to breathe at all during that time. Eventually she gave up. She couldn't escape the memories.

She swam over to the edge of the pool and grabs the ladder glancing around the pool. She was wearing a tight-fitting one-piece swimsuit with the school's logo 'AHA' across the front. Annoyingly it was school policy to wear uniforms when using their facilities. Because of this it was probably the most revealing item of clothing Penny owned. She remembered the day she bought it. Annabeth had teased her relentlessly, saying Penny was finally going to have to ditch her Hawaiian swim trunks.

She grips the ladder and pulls herself out of the pool. The wet material clinging to her shapely form as water cascades down her curves. The sculpted lines of Penny's back run down the tight fabric to her full, heart-shaped ass which shakes as her toned legs push it provocatively out of the water.

Penny almost flings herself out of the pool the moment her figure is exposed. She takes a few quick steps towards her gym bag before bending over to rummage around. Her toned ass wavers in the air behind her as she begins searching around a little more frantically. Her towel and clothes aren't anywhere to be seen. As she's rooting around in her bag, she feels her phone vibrate as she receives a message, she goes to reach for it, and it buzzes again and again. She taps the screen to see a flood of dozens of messages from unknown numbers and accounts flying down the screen.

"Looking for something?" A gruff male voices snickers behind Penny. The demigoddess straightens with a small yelp and spins around.

She instantly recognises Sherman Yang, a young son of Ares. He'd taken over as cabin counsellor from Clarisse when she'd started at NYU last summer. His large, muscled frame towers over her, like many other demigods he attends AHA whilst not at camp. Penny was surrounded by a small posse of mortals she vaguely recognised, all members of the swim team.

Sherman's eyes casually track up to her face, clearly having just been checking her butt out from behind. Penny usually tolerated this meat head because for some unknown reason Miranda had decided to date him. Penny self-consciously tries to cover her body with her hands and looks defiantly back up at him.

"Where is my stuff." Penny almost growls, eyes darting to the mortals around Sherman. Had this been back at camp she would have flung him into the water and battered him with waves for this.

"Oh, right here." Sherman replies with a grin that is nowhere near earnest and reaches out with his hand, holding a small bundle of clothes. Penny eyes them wearily before darting forward and taking hold of it to around of snickers from the swim team. Sherman holds the bundle not letting go as Penny struggles to yank them from his hand. His eyes meet hers and then run appreciatively down her curves as he releases the bundle.

"I think I can see the resemblance guys." He says glancing back around at his posse and flashing them a grin.

"What the hell is going on." Penny demands as she quickly wraps her body up in her large towel. Sherman barks out a laugh in response and turns to leave.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Penny shoots back at him as he retreats.

"Why don't you ask your mommy?" Shermans says over his shoulder.

Penny feels a cool dread shoot up her spine and stammers unable to respond as the swim team's laughter echoes around the pool. Penny looks around to see groups of students pointing at her whispering glancing at their phones. She puts her head down, scarlet blossoming across her cheeks and reaches down to grab her bag. It vibrates in her hand as more and messages come in.

Feeling the weight of multiple gazes upon her Penny all but runs into the changeroom, feet almost slipping on the wet tile as she skids around a corner. Her bag keeps on vibrating as Penny feels her heartrate rising. Banging open the door she desperately runs away from the looks and whispers. They follow her even then.

Penny ducks into a toilet stall and slams the door behind her throwing her bag to the ground and sitting down on the unopened toilet seat. She pants audibly. Her breathing coming fast and unsteady. Penny stares at the door, and she can almost hear the whispers and see peering gazes staring through. She hold her hands over her face. Trying to block out everything. Suddenly, a brilliant flash of green iris alights her vision. Penny gasps, looking around desperately.

Her eyes settle on her phone screen, having slipped out of her bag when she through it on the floor. Its beings vibrating with numerous messages once more. The motion reverberating against the tile floor. Penny reaches forward and snatches it up. Hoping no one heard. Her eyes glance down to the messages. They are from dozens of numbers. Across her social medias. Numerous emails. Everything.

Penny's breath comes out ragged as she unlocks her phone. Swallowing audibly, she presses on a random message.

"Where do you want this to go?" A male voice asks, camera zoomed in on woman's naked lower half, a red and white skirt pushed up around her hips. A cock presses against the woman's naked and glistening pussy.

"Inside," A familiar voice begs as the woman trembles. The male figure shifts and the camera comes up to show Penny's mother Sally, her eyes filling with tears of desperation. She hugs her arms around her chest, still wearing her Sweet on America uniform, seemingly trying to hide the shamefully large breasts.

"Please, put it inside me."

"You asked for it, slut," the male voice says as hand reaches down and aligns the cock with Sally's welcoming entrance.

Penny can try and deny it all she likes. There's a twist in the depths of her stomach. It's Matt Sloan's voice.

"This is what you get for rejecting ME!"

His green eyes flash through her vision once more and she feels his voice ringing in her ears, impossibly loud in the empty changerooms.

A wave of guilt floods over Penny from somewhere outside her consciousness. This was all her fault, if only she'd let Matt… Penny shakes the alien thought from head in time to hear another loud moan and have her gaze drawn back into her phone.

"I'm not a sluUUUT-" Sally begins before Matt rams his member inside Penny's. Her complaint gets turned into a moan as her thighs tighten around him. His hips begin moving before she gets a chance to catch her breath. Juices of arousal glistening from her pussy as he fills her over and over again.

Penny watches, entranced by the rhythmic and hypnotic motions. She's never seen anything like this so close up before.

With every thrust Sally's legs twitch, and each of her breaths is a plea for more. Her mother's angelic voice broken in desperate cries for pleasure seems to only encourage Matt further. The camera moves up once more and show Sally clearly enjoying every second the pounding. Her arms curl around the sides of her face as her eyes start rolling back in her head.

It is obvious now why she was trying to hide her breasts before. Around the hardened nipples straining against her top, wet circles darken the fabric. Sally briefly surfaces from drowning in pleasure. She looks up at a point slightly above the camera and her cheeks turn red with shame as her breasts bounce in time with Matt's thrusts.

Another notification dings snapping Penny once more from the hypnotising motions. Penny's finger acts on autopilot and she doesn't even realise until her finger hovers above the banner. She takes another loud shuddering breath. She hears a shuffling sound and glances up. There's nothing but silence and the sound of her thundering heart. Until she looks down to see her thighs squirming together unconsciously. The fabric of her one-piece riding high into her crotch.

Penny's eyes sting with shame as she glances down at her phone. Watching the video of her mother being violated by that arsehole Sloan. Penny couldn't run from the truth of what she'd seen last week. And the similar state her lower half was in now to when she had fled from the candy shop. The demigoddess feels anger rising in her, she hates bullies, and she wasn't going to let this…

"Look how much your sweet mother likes having me make a mess of her insides." Matt's voice interrupts, booming directly in her skull and drowning out all her other thoughts. Penny remembers now, her memory drifting back to his flashing green eyes as he possessively took her mother in the street. His voice reverberating with some strange power that had locked her in place.

Penny's eyes un-focus and her finger presses down on the notification banner, opening the message. Her eyes cloud over momentarily and are dragged back towards the screen as a new video begins playing.

An audible smack rings out on the video as a hand blurs across a wiggling and curvy ass. Sally's unmistakably thick and heart shaped ass taking up most of the frame as her back arches for a better angle.

"Maaatttt!" Sally moans, one side her flushed pressed against pillows while she looks back at the camera, her fingers digging into the blue bedsheets. "Mmmmm, spank me harder..."

Matt's groin smacks against her jiggly ass with every hilt-deep thrust, the meaty slap of flesh on flesh resounding in Penny's ears.

"That's my bed." Penny whispers aloud to herself as her face is illuminated in the dark change-room by the light of the video playing on her phone. She sees her bright orange work shirt hanging over by the windowsill, illuminated by the faintly glow of Calypso's moon lace.

Distracted, Penny doesn't notice until a shiver of pleasure runs through Penny's body and she suddenly feels the hardness of her plump nipple through the wet and thin material of her swim suit. Her eyes go wide for only a second before they settle to half-lidded moons. Her fingers twitch and start stroking, tugging, and rubbing on the erect flesh, making her shiver.

A blush settles on Penny's cheeks as her hand starts to squeeze and knead her modest tit, squishing it in her palm. She's starts melting into the plastic seat from the sensations of her lonely body. She closes her eyes for a moment, the start of a moan catching in her mouth as a flash of hard flesh slapping into soft flesh burns though her mind. He eyes fly open, and she looks back to her phone as she bites her bottom lip.

"Ooh! Mmh!" Sally gasps, her tongue now out and panting. "I can feel you in my womb."

Matt keeps pushing deeper, thrusting forward until harder and harder as Sally slams herself back into him. She groans in delight, reaching back and spreading an ass-cheek to let him pound her deeper.

"I love it when you do that to me." Sally says huskily.

Matt grunts and strains as he fucks her even harder, gripping her wide hips and working her fat ass over with every ounce of his strength. Sally's moans of ecstasy come faster and faster while be thrusts into her like a madman. His rigid cock pounding in and out of her wet, squirting cunt as her voice gets higher, excitement reaching its feverish peak.

"Uh! Mommy is about to cum very hard," Sally moans sweetly, spreading her legs slightly and bracing herself against Penny's small bed.

"Don't stop, baby!" She shouts like Matt could.

Penny doesn't notice again when her hand leaves her breast and begins snaking down her stomach. Her breath comes out hot and she feels lightheaded as goosebumps lift on her exposed flesh as her hand trails down.

Her hand idly strokes her stomach, her fingers arching up to dig her nails along the thin fabric of her swimsuit. Penny's hips start grinding into the air as her thick ass writhes on the toilet seat. A pleased sigh escapes her full lips as her hand circles lower, down to brush the bottom of her abdomen. She squirms rubbing the material of her swim suit into her as it rides up between her hot pussy lips.

It's almost an accident when her fingers brush over her pussy. But Penny has no opportunity to withdraw them. Her toned thighs clamp shut on her hand, and her hips rock forward trying to sink her fingers into herself. As her digits squirm, trapped between her strong legs Penny feels her eyes roll back into her head slightly before they settle back down to her phone.

"Ooooohhhh, YES!" Sally moans muffled into one of Penny's pillows, her face buried in the blue fabric. "Matt!"

She claws at Penny's favourite bedsheets and lets out erotic grunts and moans until, at last, she crests her wave. She screams as she squirts around Matt's dick, drowning Penny's bed in her juices. She bucks her hips against Matt like a wild animal. He grips on tight and fights her convulsing body to stay sheathed inside.

Reaching forward Matt grabs Sally by the hair and yanks her head back towards him and pounds her harder, eliciting an erotic cry of back-arching bliss from the orgasming mother.

"Oouuhhgh, gghhudsss," Sally pants. "Yo-you're fhucking ruining meee."

She quivers as a river of hot juices runs down her legs to pool at her knees. The wet material starting to rip from the force of their copulation. Sally whimpers, her mouth hanging open in happiness.

Penny comes to from the sensation of her hot pussy being bare to the cool, damp air. Smears of her arousal clinging to the fabric of her swimsuit as she unconsciously pushes it aside with a finger. Her fingers hovers above her crotch, her palm resting against her crotch. Penny lets out a breath as she twitches slightly, the movement grinding her palm into her clit.

She hisses in her next breath as finger slips into her plump twat. Immediately her finger hooks up and finds her g-spot and she adds another to join it. Quiet moans that she had been capturing in her mouth begin to slip out as she gently moves her fingers. Hissing in another breath every time her they curl inside her.

"Bet you wish you taste a cock in your queer twat."

Matt's voice, from when he'd fucked her mother in front of her, mocks Penny from the base of her skull. It causes her to push back her head and arch her spine against the toilet seat. Almost on queue another notification pops onto her screen and Penny presses it without hesitation, eagerly jilling herself into a quivering puddle as she watches the new video start playing.

Sally is making delightfully sloppy noises as she swallows the cock of none other than Penny's school Principal. She kisses his tip before slowly swallowing down his cock until it visibly bulges in her neck.

She starts bobbing up and down, running her tongue along his dick and glazing it with her spit. She works him hard and fast, kneading at her own jiggling tits. Principle Boring grips her ponytail and gets to his feet while pushing Sally onto her heels.

"That's it, hold still."

Principle Boring commands as he shifts and gets set to fuck her face properly.

Penny's eyes alight with green energy as she stares at the old man's cock. Instead of her usual lesbian revolution, Penny feels herself growing wetter. The mere sight of the wrinkly small dick causing her to pump her snatch harder.

"She should've gone for a bigger one." Penny murmurs to herself again, this time not even realising what she was saying. Her eyes locked on the erect man meat and her mouth-watering uncontrollably at the sight.

Principal Boring slams his hips repeatably into her mother's face. Sally lets out a muffled groan, eyes rolling back and body going slack as he hammers her mouth. Sally squirms as drools and gags around his dick, face completely flushed from being ravaged.

His thrusts force her back onto her ass. He hammers away with his wrinkly balls slapping her in the chin and lathering her face with strings of her own spit. One hand now free he reaches down to continually slap Sally's sensitive tits until they're good and red.

"Take it slut, this what all you whining bitches deserve!" Mr Boring shouts.

"YES! Yes! It's what we deserve." Penny moans in agreement. Thick juices plastered around her knuckles, forming sticky strands that break when she rocks her hips with the insane pleasure of her lewd and sinful act.

The foreign heat between her legs continues to intensify as her fingers continually drill her own pussy. Another message pops up and Penny presses it before the sound of the notification even stops ringing out.

Sally wobbles on her knees, her naked flesh illuminated by the harsh white light of numerous recording phones. She squints towards the camera as the sound of a group of men furiously jacking off drowns out her quiet moans as her sweaty flesh shines.

"C'mon Mrs. Jackson. Play with your tits for us!" A voice shouts.

Penny feels her nipples bristle harder than ever and she scrambles off her seat. She quickly gets to her knees mimicking her mother and places her phone on the toilet lid, looking down enraptured at the screen. As instructed one of Penny's hands reaches up to cup a c-cup tit and tweaks her rock-hard nipples.

"Now stick those fingers in your mouth whore!" The guy holding the phone instructs.

Penny switches her hands that play with her tits and pump her pussy. She brings the slick digits up to her face, licking and kissing each finger tasting her own dark desire on them and imagining how much better one of the cocks in the video would taste. She opens wide, a thick cock thrusting into her needy throat and shoves three fingers into her needy mouth.

Her hips humps against her fingers. Her thumb rubs quick circles around her clit while her fingers thrust into her tight twat, doing their best but never being able to really imitate a thick cock fucking her pussy.

"Please," Sally moans softly around her fingers before taking them out of her mouth.

"Please," Penny moans softly around her fingers before taking them out of her mouth.

"Cum for me. Give me your cum!" Sally begs louder.

"Cum for me. Give me your cum!" Penny begs loudly.

Her voice echoes through the changeroom, completely in-sync with the video of her mother that she has never seen before. Penny presses her perky tits towards the video of the masturbating boys, her tongue hanging out of mouth as she wildly masturbates.

Cum gushes over Sally from all directions. Ropes flying from every angle to cover her in white. Most of the boys aim for her heavy tits. Her hands circle and knead the swollen flesh, rubbing their cum into her breasts and making them shine.

Penny watches in awe, mimicking Sally's actions and rubbing her breasts as she feels fantom ropes of piping hope cum pleasantly sting her flesh. A dam breaks beneath her and hot squirts of juices spray onto the tile below. Penny's squeezing insides keep her fingers locked in her pussy. It's the most intense orgasm of her lift.

Penny shuts her eyes as she rides out the overwhelming pleasure as the lewd sounds of the video fill her ears. She swears she can start to feel ropes of cum splashing across her cheeks and nose. Feel it dripping down into her needy mouth. As her hips undulate with the last throes of her orgasm Penny feels cum dripping into her needy mouth.

It's the most amazing thing she's ever tasted. It's gloriously thick, warm and rich and she swallows eagerly another small orgasm smashing through her as she swallows the heavenly substance down.

"Good job team." Matts voice crackles over the video accompanied by the sound of a thump.

Penny goes to open her mouth to continue watching but finds her eyelids heavy and has to blink them clear. She shakes her head, confused. As she does, she feels the quacking of a thick substance coating her face.

"That's what we like to see: a well-fucked slut covered in our cum hey boys?" Matt's voice laughs again on the video. Sally can be heard moaning weakly in the background.

Feeling her panic building Penny reaches up and rubs at her hot face and almost yelping as the foreign substance briefly coats her lips and she gets the same sinful taste as she had just before. She fumbles for her bag and grabs her towel and desperately starts drying off the substance. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks as confused and shameful sobs wrack her curvy frame.

"Ha. See ya next game, Mrs. Jackson." The guy videoing taunts ending the recording.

Penny flinches at the sound as the stall goes dark without the light of her phone. She freezes in the darkness. Her breath comes out in small gasps.

"Now be patient and wait your turn..." Matt's voice rings in her head from that memory she'd tried to bury deep down. There was no hope trying to forget it now.

"Oh no. No, no, no, no, no, no." Amphitrite mutters in the dark corner of her chambers. The multi-coloured glow of her seeing pearl dimming. She had to think of a way to stop this before it was too late...

Chapter 19: Paul Tutors Bianca

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Paul Tutors Bianca

Persephone rolls her eyes as she idly follows the strange events unfolding below in New York. She didn't claim to understand the games of her aunts and uncles, nor did she usually care. She waves her hand over of the enchanted mirror, dismissing the image of the so-called 'Champion of Olympus' degrading herself in a bathroom stall.

Springtime was always so busy that by the time summer rolled around on Olympus, the constant bickering of her family became maddening compared to the dead silence of the Underworld. The joy of seeing her mother again was always lost by this time of year as she would pester and admonish her daughter's choices constantly.

She did not like leaving her husband for long. Though Hades had been mostly faithful he did grow quite lonely during her absence. In the past she simply demanded he kill his lovers or have them turned into plants for her garden.

It was harder when his demigod children flaunted her husband's indiscretion. She had no affection for his walking insults. The last harlot had managed to capture her husband's affections twice. The simpleton had even offered to build the mortal a palace of gold in her kingdom.

Persephone sneers, she may have suffered one, but two brats born to the same whore had left her no choice. She had informed her father of where her husband had kept his little 'family' hidden all those years ago.

Her dearest had secreted the little monsters to emerge a half century later and be praised as heroes of Olympus. Now, the daughter had blossomed with age, becoming a reflection of her mortal mother's beauty. Bianca strutted around, a living offence to the goddess, getting to 'retire' and live her happily ever after.

Persephone boredom flares into anger and she swipes at the gilded mirror before her. It clatters down and smashes, throwing silver shards across the marbled floor. Rage builds inside her like a swarm of locusts as she glares at the broken pieces around her.

One catches her eye and glints in the moonlight. The goddess leans down and picks up a shattered piece of glowing silver. A wicked thought blossoms in her mind as she leans back and taps the silver shard against the palm of her soft hand. Bianca was no longer under the protection of her half-sister.

In all the confusion down there from her family's games, it wouldn't be hard to go unnoticed. Even if her husband tried to accuse her of anything, she would have no issue claiming it was the results of another's meddling.

Persephone grins leaning forward and waving her hand, letting the mirror re-assemble itself to display the image of two figures studiously working into the night. All that would be needed was a little nudge, the girl would surely take after her mother after all.

…

After Penny had gotten changed, she'd decided to tell Paul. She'd taken the metro over and ducked into the side door of the old school Building. She walked quietly and carefully through the familiar halls of Goode High school where Paul had gotten her admitted a few years ago. He had always been kind to Penny and believed in her like no other mortal teacher had. Even before she told him that she'd saved the world a handful of times.

More than anything in the world Penny needed someone to talk to right now. To share the pain and shame she felt with someone who would understand. She needed help and to know that all these strange things weren't her just going crazy or something.

He deserved to know that his wife, Penny's mother, was cheating on him. She went over what she planned to say to him. About what she saw at Sweet On America. Then she was going to show him one of the hundreds of videos that had been sent to her phone.

"Ohhoohhhh, gods!" Penny hears a muffled voice strain from down the dark hall. A look of horror spreading across her face. Fearing the worst, that her stepfather is being torn apart by monsters, Penny rushes towards the door before abruptly stopping in her tracks.

The slick sound of flesh slapping wetly on flesh echoes into the dark halls. Penny has heard it's like just one time before. She finds herself moving forward, step by step, propelled by some force outside her body. A gravitational pull to witness the sinful act being committed in that office.

"Please be gentle! It's my first- unnffh!" The voice calls again, distinctly feminine and with a slight accent. Penny is pulled closer and closer to the door. Light spilling out, cutting a yellow blade across the dark corridor from where it has been left slightly ajar.

"Damn, virigns are tight," A masculine voice huffs. "Move here." The sound of scraping furniture and papers being swept off a desk echo into the hall.

"Oh-OOOHHH!" The feminine voice half-screams, half-groans. The sound of wet squelching and rhythmic thumping noises filling the air once more. "Ohh, gods..."

Penny is only a couple of feet from the open door before she is finally able to stop herself. She shouldn't go any further. She knows all too well now that there are some things you just can't unsee.

"There you go," the masculine voice encourages, letting out a relived sigh. "Now, let's get you used to me, angel. I'll be very gentle."

Penny's eyes fly wide open and she takes the last few steps without even realising and presses her eye up to the tiny slit in the door. Peering in she sees the tiny office her stepfather generally rarely ever uses. Only the small room not only houses its tiny desk and two chairs but is now stacked to the brim with papers, discarded takeaway boxes, piles of dirty laundry and two naked forms laying on the central desk.

"O-okay," A young girl murmurs, shuddering as she feels the tightness of her lover's length spreading her tight canal wide for the first time and throbbing inside her.

She has silky dark brown hair spreads behind her like a shining halo. Her form is long and slender but with an athlete's defined muscles showing through her olive skin. A toned butt props her impaled pussy off the rickety old desk.

"God I should do this more often." Comes the masculine voice from the form above the young girl. His salt-and-pepper hair long and unkempt covering the sides of his face.

The girl's eyelids are heavy over her warm brown eyes as she looks up at him and then arches her back and moans as he presses into her. Pressing her small but perky breasts into the humid air of the room. A deep blush across her cheeks only serves to highlight the splash of freckles across her cute nose. She sighs in pleasure as the male figure pulls back out of her.

"Will you give me a kiss?" She says, her delicate hands recaching down and rubbing the last few inches of the figure's length that is not buried inside her.

"Of course." The male figure replies with a grin leaning down and pressing his face into hers, his long hair shielding them as the sounds of their passionate wet kisses smacking around the room.

Bianca di Angelo. She couldn't mistake her friend for anyone else. Penny is frozen, watching from the crack in the door as friend lies beneath her stepfather, writhing and moaning. Paul pulls back from their deep kisses, his muscles straining, as he rocks his hips back and forth.

"Oh, Paul," Bianca purrs, wrapping a hand around his waist and gently but inexorably tugging him deeper into her. The ex-hunter now wholly concerned with the brilliant sensation of Paul sliding his cock in and out of her quivering hole.

Penny watches the muscles of his legs contract as her stepfather slowly pounds her friend. Bianca's hands reach up to rub against his hairy chest while he makes her sing sweet tunes of erotic satisfaction. She feels and odd excitement swirling inside her, pooling in her groin and threatening to break loose as her thighs shudder together.

"P-Paul, I'm going to cum," Bianca moans, her toes curling at the end of her outstretched feet and her hands reaching up and holding on to his shoulders. "Paul... oh, Paul!"

"So tight." Paul hisses as Bianca squirts around his length. Her folds caressing him as he strains through gritted teeth, girl-cum dripping from his shaft in strings as he continues to pound into her.

"P-puuaah- hhll," Bianac mutters, flexing her the visible six back of her abdominal hard as she writhes beneath him. "Ppuuunnnaahhlll! Ph-Paul!"

"Good girl," Paul murmurs, watching her twist this way and that, her silky hair thrown this way and that in her release. "Fuck, you are beautiful."

"Ooohhh," Bianca moans, every muscle in her toned body fluttering lightly as she descends back to earth, hands sliding down and caressing Paul's flabby arms. "Gods, Paul... oh!"

Bianca gasps as he suddenly picks her up and hugs her to him, taken by surprise — and then she moans, her eyes rolling as Paul works his hips upwards pounds his cock deep into her body.

"Fuck," Paul pants in her ear, jerking and bouncing her up and down his throbbing length.

"O-oh! Again! I'm cumming! Again!" Bianca moans, grabbing at his muscled back and looping her legs over his waist, locking them together behind him while he jostles her up and down. "Oh! Oh! Gooooddddsssss!"

"Oh, fuuuck—" Paul lets out a massive groan of relief as he feels an explosion of warmth flower into the depths of Bianca's pussy. He pumps and pumps, his seed spraying her walls white as he fills the room with the scent of cum and her clenching, spasming vagina with his hot spunk.

"Mmm... oh, gods, fill me, give me your child, breed me, oh Paul." Bianca whispers, gripping him tight, while her filthy words of encouragement pour into his ears. She grinds her hips into him until he's emptied all of himself into her. Bianca moans gently, reaching down and cupping her swollen lower stomach, her abs no longer visible.

"Thank you..."

"No, thank you," Paul says breathlessly. "That was amazing."

"Aww," Bianca say, smiling and pulling back, moving her hands from his sweaty back to around his neck so she can look into her eyes. "I was just thinking the same."

Paul lets out a long, satisfied sigh, his softening cock slipping out of her tight twat. His cum starts to run out of young woman. Dripping down on a few of the papers that didn't make it off the desk in time.

"May we stay like this? I want to sleep in your arms." Bianca murmurs, one of her fingers lightly tracing circles around his hairy chest, the other reaching down to idly play with the thick cum flowing out of her pussy.

"After that, nothing can keep us apart tonight." Paul responds.

"Well you can't go to sleep like this. You're so dirty." Bianca teases. Paul raises an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" He chuckles in response.

"I mean." Bianca purrs, pausing to emphasise her words. "That I'm going to clean you off."

She sinks down to the floor next to the desk. He lips brush against the head of his spent cock as her tongue slips free to lap at errant strands of cum.

"Oh that's go-" Paul quips, stopping sort and shuddering when Bianca closes her eyes and takes his flagging cock into her mouth, rolling over its sensitive tip with her wet tongue.

The older man grunts in pleasure while she plays with his cockhead. Each of those low murmurs sends a little shiver down Bianca's spine, as she cleans all of his cum and her pussy juices off of his cock. She draws her muscled thighs inwards, gently rubbing them together as she savours the combined taste of their lovemaking.

"Mmmm..." Bianca murmurs, pulling off Paul's thoroughly cleaned cock with a satisfying pop. She grins up at him. "I understand that homosexual marriage is legal these days, but I wonder what the procedure is for marrying my mouth to the fat head of your penis."

"I'm not sure about that." Paul muses, reaching down and running his fingers through her silky dark hair. His other hand comes down to jerk his now re-hardening cock. "How about you bend over, and we act out a divorce between my dick and your guts instead?"

"Oh, I like that idea," Bianca says, grinning.

"Move that ass then." Paul smiles back at her. The both of them get to their feet. Pausing to fondle each other and make out for a moment. Bianca eventually rounds the desk and bends over the familiar wood, her hard nipples smearing into combined love juices soaking the desktop. She feels Paul lining up his cock at her eager rose bud behind her. She glances forward.

Merda, we forgot to close the door. Bianca thinks, even though it would be the end of his career, the thought of someone observing their little sessions gets her all hot and bothered just in time for Paul to start pressing his spit-slicked dick into her.

…

Having finally gotten control of her limbs just in time to duck out of the slightly open door as Bianca glanced her way. Penny sits with her back to the wall next to the office with her hand over her mouth as her heart races.

What am I still doing here? Penny thinks as wet moans and lewd slapping sounds beginning ringing once more through the hall. No longer held entranced. She pushes herself to her feet and makes her way down the hallway, holding herself up against the wall.

The insistent burning heat between her thighs causing her legs to shake uncontrollably. The sensation much like but somehow distinctly different from what she had felt in the changerooms earlier… What the hell was going on?

…

The tinkle of Persephone's laughter fills the emptiness of her rooms in her mother's palace. She'd barely pushed, and the girl had fallen eagerly into her lust. This was all a lot of fun; she was beginning to understand what her aunts and uncles got out of play with mortals.

Maybe next time she could take it further. It really was due time to give her bothersome mother something to truly worry about.

Chapter 20: Thaila's Goth iHOP

Notes:

Takes place canonically at the same time as "Paul Tutors Annabeth." Will update position when I post the next chapter!

Chapter Text

Thaila's Goth iHOP

Gabe wolfs down another steaming pancake as his fat fingers tap at his new laptop.

His loud chewing fills the pancake house's empty and bland corporate interior. He'd driven over after dropping Annabeth off at Goode High School. The conveniently empty restaurant was the perfect place to stream his slut's endeavours.

A movement on the video in front of him catches his eye as he leans closer to the crisp feed. He watches Annabeth's curvy little form wiggle to her knees before the stupid teacher. He wipes a sticky hand across his face and hears Paul's pathetic voice weakly protest in his earpiece.

"A-Annabeth… wait." Paul starts to say, throwing his head back and looking up at the ceiling. She unbuttons his pants, and they sag down, held up by his erection. Annabeth leans in close, grasping his zipper between her teeth and gently pulling it down. Paul's jeans fall to the ground in a heap by his ankles.

Annabeth's fingers play at the hem of Paul's boxers. She yanks them down, his cock flopping out and slapping her face. Annabeth gasps and leans back, his length sliding off her face so she can take in his cock. She closes her eyes and bends to her task, beginning to lick his cockhead.

"Good girl." Gabe congratulates Annabeth through his headset as he watches the girl's sin from afar. "Now, do a good job for the camera; I'm streaming this live."

Annabeth's reaction is almost immediate. Her big ass squirms, and her weighty rack shivers in anticipation as she starts servicing Paul's cock.

A sudden splashing sound startles Gabe, who jolts up to see the waitress re-filling his coffee.

"Did you just come in here just to watch porn?" She somehow questions while keeping the most disinterested tone imaginable.

Regaining his composure, Gabe swallows the remainder of the pancake in his mouth and licks his lips as he properly takes in the girl.

Where his whore Annabeth was all lush curves, the girl in front of him was all long legs and tight perky assets.

She wore big combat boots and tight fishnet stockings that led up to an apron that barely covered her almost micro-skirt over a too-large band shirt. A silver chain jingles on her wrist as she puts her over her stomach, the other holding the coffee pot to her side as she cocks her hips to the side and fixes him with a contemptuous glare.

The nametag on her apron read 'Thalia'.

"If you start jacking off, I'll spit in your food." Thalia continues, the flashing of her electric blue eyes standing out against her dark eyeliner. She tries to pin him in place with her glare.

"Why are you still here then?" Gabe asks in response, a slow grin breaking out across his face. "Hoping to catch a peek?"

A sudden blush reddens Thalia's cheeks and hides the splash of freckles across her decidedly cute nose. An uncomfortable silence hangs between them in the otherwise empty restaurant.

Thalia shuffles, her boots squeaking on the polished floorboards. Gabe notices a black chocker with a curious silver pendant at her throat. Her black-painted lips purse for a moment, and she lowers her head.

"100." She replies finally.

"100?" Gabe responds, confused.

"Tip me 100, and I'll let you show me your dick and leave. I know that's all it takes for you creeps to get off." Thalia says quickly, looking at Gabe through the fall of her shaggy black bangs.

"Well…" Gabe starts and then stops. His eyes rake unabashedly up and down her form. Thalia was built like a track athlete, lithe and toned in all the right places. The pause drags on for a few more heartbeats. "…Heh, what the hell, why not?"

Gabe fishes around in his pockets until he pulls out some crumpled notes and throws them vaguely on the table. Thalia's eyes flash towards the scattering of Grants on the table and then back towards Gabe. The old man grins, gestures her closer with one hand, and reaches down to the waistband of his sweats with the other.

Thalia glances towards the door and around the pancake house. Nobody is in sight. She leans into the booth towards Gabe, giving him a good look down her apron. She isn't wearing a bra, and her chest is far bustier than he first thought.

Gabe doesn't pay any attention to the surroundings — he listens carefully as Thalia's breathing gets slightly quicker, and he hears the faint sound of thighs rubbing together. He looks up to see the naughty girl's electric eyes straining intently at his crotch.

With a grin, Gabe pulls down, and his massive cock spills free.

It's massive. Thalia can't help but stare, mesmerised, as an oozing glob of precum flows from the head of the beast and trails down the absurd length of Gabe's manhood until it reaches his swollen balls.

"Oh, wow..." Thalia murmurs.

"You like it?" Gabe smiles.

A low moan purrs out between Thalia's pouty lips before she shakes her head and quickly spins on one heel to hurry away.

As she steps away, Gabe reaches out and snags her wrist, and the girl freezes. "I see it in you; you're interested. And I've got so many more tips for you."

Gabe's other hand dips back into his wallet. Thalia's eyes track it from behind her shoulder as he grabs another handful of bills. He lightly traces the stack of paper up the back of her leg to her skirt, slightly lifting it, exposing an A-grade ass, and grabbing the hem of one fishnet stocking and slapping the elastic band down on the cash.

Thalia lets a little yelp as the material slaps back into her, and she shivers slightly before straightening herself.

"It's been very hard the last few months," Thalia all but whispers to Gabe, who nods seriously in response, reaches into his wallet, grabs another handful of bills, and gives her other stockings a similar treatment. This time his fingers linger appreciatively under the curve of her bubbly asscheek.

"It's just a bit of fun. Right?" Thalia's voice trembles.

"Right. It's just casual fun. And you're so busy you might as well get paid for it." Gabe responds sympathetically.

Thalia takes a long breath, pushing the hair out of her face. "Right."

A pregnant pause hangs in the air for a series of long moments. Thalia's trademark smirk suddenly flashes back over her face. She shakes her wrist free of his grip and spins on a heel, stalking up to him and towering dominantly over the seated Gabe.

"I must be lucky," Gabe says with a grin. "It's not every day I get a girl like yourself propositioning me."

"Really?" Thalia says, smirking. "I'm not that surprised. Anyways, sit back. I'm going to put my leg right there."

Thalia grabs Gabe's shoulders, pushing herself up slightly into the booth until his face is level with her crotch. She hikes one leg up onto the headrest, pulling up her plaid skirt over her hips; the girl isn't wearing any panties, giving Gabe a good look at her naked wet cunt.

Gabe raises his eyebrows questioningly and looks up at the girl. Her electric blue eyes meet his and flash with mild irritation.

"You better not be shit," she sneers.

There's no ceremony; Thalia mounts Gabe's face, pulling his head and forcing him nose-deep into her crotch. Her taste is sharp and tingles Gabe's lips as his tongue begins to explore her eager depths.

Thalia grunts approvingly as Gabe's tongue gets busy, one of her hands unconsciously moving up to knead her chest through her apron. She settles her weight down on Gabe, forcing him to wrap his arms up past her hips and around her muscled thighs. Her groans turn into pleased moans as Thalia rocks back and forth with Gabe's tongue deep in her cunt.

"Yeah, that's it," Thalia groans. "Make me cum, and I might just let you see my tits too."

She rocks her hips so that every lick gives Gabe the fullest taste of her. Her grip around her breasts gets tighter, her fingertips teasing over her nipples as they start to poke out against the fabric of her apron. Thalia's eagerness gives Gabe the privilege of becoming even more of a seat, forcing him down and his hands to slip back and grip her deluxe ass for leverage.

Her pussy immediately dampens, Thalia throws her head back and bites her lip, squeezing her tits hard. She blinks the spots of pleasure in her eyes in time to look back down and throw her hips clear of Gabe's wiggling digits. The movement brushes her clit across his tongue, and her knees knock together, and she shivers as she starts to protest.

"N-No! You're not playing with my ass!" Thalia's complaint only goads Gabe on. His meaty hands slap back down on her toned ass, which rings nicely through the waffle house. He gropes and massages her butt with renewed aggression as she writhes and moans, her body relaxing as she bites into her arm to muffle the noise of her loud moans.

"Fuck! Oh, my gods. How is your tongue doing that?"

Gabe grins into her pussy and presses his advantage. He sits back up and hoists one of Thalia's legs up and over his shoulder, a big paw slapping down to pin her leg against him as he devours the widened spread of her pussy. Thalia's eyes glaze over, and she tries her best to keep her voice down despite her growing arousal. Gabe pushes his tongue deep inside her and slides his free hand over, playing with and flicking her hardened clit.

"What the fuck… how? Oh shi-!"

The tough goth girl completely breaks her controlled persona, throwing her head back and cumming so hard she loses her balance and almost falls off Gabe. He holds on tight as each wave of her orgasm makes her pussy squeeze on his invasive tongue. Gabe closes his eyes and laps up every drop of her dripping girl-cum.

"Fuck yeah," Thalia coos with a deep, relaxed sigh. "I needed that…"

"Ding. Ding."

The chime for the waffle hall door opening sounds, and Thalia spins around and glares at the entrance, a blush rising on her face as she masterfully covers up their lewd act.

"Fuck off! We're closed!" Thalia shouts at the newcomer subtly and with a complete lack of grace. She doesn't even try to hide the grinding motion of her hips against Gabe's fat face.

There's a shocked squeak of a response followed by the hurried sounds of the potential customer scrambling out of the waffle house. As soon as the door slams shut, Thalia returns to her limp-legged squirming atop Gabe's face. She is taking all the time in the world to groan and enjoy his tongue.

"Enjoying yourself?" Gabe rumbles mockingly from between Thalia's legs. She looks down and meets his beady eyes, and her blush deepens.

"...It was good. Don't be too cocky, though. I just haven't gotten off in a while."

Gabe snorts out a laugh and loosens his grip on her thigh, giving a muscled ass-cheek a squeeze followed by a sharp spank. Thalia bites back a moan and wobbles slightly above Gabe without his support.

"Heh. Was that enough fun for you?" Gabe asks with a lecherous grin. Thalia's eyes flick around the empty restaurant and towards the front door where the incoming diner had just returned from moments before.

"I guess I've got time for a bit more fun," Thalia says, her black lips curling into a small, shy smile. "But it'll cost you…"

A few moments later, Gabe throws all of the bills out of his wallet at Thalia as she undulates seductively before him on top of the table. She strips off her apron with a pace, belying her eagerness as Gabe openly jacks off to the show as he makes it rain.

Gabe smiles as Thalia slides down and hops on his lap, squeezing his shoulders while she rubs her drooling pussy up and down his massive erection.

"Eager as ever, huh?" She teases. "Old man like you won't last long." Her eyes flash. "So I'm gonna fuck you hard enough to get by the rest of my shift on the memory after you pop early."

"You know what you want. I like that in a woman," Gabe chuckles knowingly in response.

Thalia's hands roam over her body. The noise of the bustling street outside doesn't even slow her down. She moans in fervent approval as she grinds her crotch against Gabe's throbbing shaft, rubbing herself up and down its length. She reaches down and purrs in pleasure, gripping his hard cock in her palm.

"Who cares if someone sees us, right?" She whispers like a giddy teen. She grabs her top with her other hand and yanks it over her head, letting her perky rack breathe. Her electric eyes roll back slightly as she continues to grind against Gabe, not even caring that anyone walking by could see her perky, full tits and hard nips.

Reaching up, Gabe grabs said titties and begins teasing and kneading the soft flesh.

"Ah- hey!" Thalia protests, blushing a little.

"You said I could see them if I make you cum."

"See them. No touching, pervert." Thalia replies, smacking away Gabe's reaching paws.

"Guess I'll have to make you cum again then."

"I doubt you will," Thalia responds with a huff. "But beggars can't be choosers; let's see if you can last even a minute, you filthy old man."

"Here," Gabe says, shuffling backwards slightly and gripping his bestial cock around the base and watching as Thalia stares down at it, practically drooling. "I'll let you take the lead until you're satisfied."

"Okay," Thaila says, grinning. "But I hope you're ready for bruised hips then."

She positions herself as Gabe runs his hands up her strong legs, settling on her wide hips while she wiggles her butt into place and angles the tip of his fat cock to guide it to her dripping entrance. The heat of her pressing against him was slick and warm. Without a word, Thalia scoots her butt backwards.

"Mnf," she mutters, biting her lip. Gabe's thick tip spreads her wide, sliding a few inches into her slick vagina before she stops and shudders, squeezing him tight and dragging herself back up to the tip before settling back down. She sinks Gabe's rigid shaft into her tight honeypot with slow, deliberate movements, getting him a little bit deeper into her slippery canal every time.

Placing her hands on his chest, she lets out a groan of bliss as her spread labia finally rests against Gabe's hairy crotch. He grunts in pleasure, gaze switching between her ecstasy-contorted face and her swaying tits.

Thalia starts to bounce on Gabe again as her pussy rubs his thick cock down with a fresh coat of her glimmering arousal. She starts giving it to Gabe even harder, bouncing on his dick while panting as all her pent-up desire comes to the fore. She artfully squeezes and clenches, swivelling her hips in Gabe's lap.

"Gods, yes," she sighs. "Mmmh..." She twists and rolls her hips, her plentiful breasts wobbling as she gyrates in his lap, clenching around Gabe's giant cock and stroking it with her pussy while juices spatter his groin.

His cock has given her far more than she knows how to work with — now all she can do is ride it out.

"Fuck! Fuck! Holy- shit!" Thalia gasps, her fingernails digging into Gabe's chest as her ass slaps his thighs. "Oh! Fuck! Gonnacumagain! Cumming! Cumming! Cuh- mmmnh- nnnnhhhh-"

Her face goes red as she holds her breath and flexes before letting it all out with a groan of animal bliss spills from her black lips as she scrunches her face up and revels in the orgasmic ecstasy, shuddering and shaking as her legs kick and her canal clenches hard around Gabe.

She weakly thrusts her trembling hips back and forth. Her glistening juices drip down Gabe's sloshing nuts while she contends with her impalement, his cock still hard and twitching.

"By the gods," she moans after a few seconds of satisfied silence. "I didn't think you would last this long."

Gabe grins up at her, meeting her amazed gaze. "I'm going to go a lot longer, sweetheart."

"Really? " Thalia asks, slowly shifting her hips as Gabe moves his hands from her thin waist and up her toned stomach.

"Now for my reward," Gabe says as his hands finally grasp the girl's bare, perky tits.

Thalia makes a noise of faux annoyance, lifting her hips and smacking her butt down against Gabe's groin as he teases her erect nipples while she weakly protests. Then, sinking his fingers into her boobflesh, Gabe squeezes them while rubbing her nipples with his thumbs.

"They're pretty," Gabe says with another wide grin.

"Shut up," she says, raising her ass high.

Thalia brings her butt down with all the force she can muster, her pussy smacking wetly against Gabe's groin before she grinds her hips forward as hard as she can, grunting under her breath with effort and pleasure. A bolt of pleasure shoots up Gabe's spine, his body tightening a bit.

"Going to cum already gramps?" Thalia says, grinning.

Gabe was getting a little tired of her attitude. Sure, he'd paid her, but the money meant little to him anyways, and she had been begging for any excuse to ride his hog from the minute she laid her slutty eyes on it. He ought to teach this bitch the lesson he'd taught Annabeth, that she was worth nothing to him other than as an object of his pleasure.

"Not from this," Gabe huffs and looks at her tits, barely paying the gorgeous demigoddess any attention. After now, he's gotten all he wanted as she bounces atop him.

Thalia could already feel the muscles in her core fluttering, threatening to pull taut the moment he thrusts hard into her again. Gabe gets a faraway look in his eyes as if Thalia's not even worth his time. It stirs something deep inside her. She shakes her head and changes course, trying to regain control of the situation.

"Yeah? Would it speed it up if I told you I wanted to feel you filling my young womb with your dusty, old spunk?" Thalia says, moving quicker and trying to edge Gabe on.

Gabe rolls his eyes. Thalia shudders in response.

"If I said I wanted to feel your pathetic fucking cock swelling inside me?" She desperately continues, bringing her ass down on him hard, the impact ringing out like he's slapping her across the face. Gods, the thought of that drives her crazy.

"'Cause! I! I! I! FUCK!!!"

She pounds her pussy against Gabe's groin with a ragged moan of pleasure, fucking him as hard as she possibly can while she screams in bliss, fem-cum spurting from between her jiggling thighs.

Thalia lets out a long, satisfied moan as she collapses forward on top of Gabe, chest heaving and body slicked with sweat while the last few shocks of her orgasm work their way through her body.

Gabe forces the limp Thalia off his lap and onto the table, the plates clattering as he unceremoniously dumps her there. She lies there panting, shuddering every few seconds, her hands coming to play with her soaking wet pussy and heaving tits.

"A-ah! Gods- I- I'm letting you g-get away with too much," Thalia gasps, her arm winding between the two of them, reaching down to grip Gabe's dick and slowly jacking its thick length.

"So, you'd better fuck me so hard..." Thalia purrs, her tongue running over her pouty lips as she looks down at his member in her hands.

"If you don't squeeze this loose, d-grade pussy I'm not going to finish," Gabe instructs with a vaguely annoyed tone as Thalia shudders, not looking back up and begins jacking him off harder.

"I like it when you tell me what to do," Thalia admits with a blush, her eyes still downcast.

"Whatever." Gabe huffs an absent response, aligns himself, and begins to push against her folds.

She's still ridiculously tight, but the fat man doesn't care, and Thalia loves that.

"Unf! Ugh! Oh my gods, yes," Thalia groans desperately, wrapping her arms and legs around him. "Force it in! Fuck me!"

Gabe rolls his eyes again in response.

Thalia lets out a scream of horny, grateful bliss as Gabe violently thrusts himself to the hilt inside her overwhelmingly tight pussy, arching her back and digging her fingernails into his back and clinging to you with her legs as hard as she can. At the same time, Gabe draws back and starts to ram her pussy hard enough to make his groin slap against hers immediately. She's already shaking and moaning, eyes rolling in her head as she grips him and tries to keep herself steady.

"Yes, yes," Thalia practically sobs, hugging Gabe tight. "Oh my gods, it's soooooo good."

After another particularly hard thrust into her squeezing slit, Thalia untangles her arms from around Gabe's back. The demigoddess stretches her arms out behind her, a happy smile on her flushed, sweaty face. She gasps for breath in great gulps, each one taken after a long, deep thrust into her dripping heat. Her perky tits bounce in time as Gabe ploughs her into the table, squeezing her hips while she squeezes his dick.

"Gods- yes- make me your fucking bitch-" Thalia pants as Gabe slams his rock-hard cock deep inside her.

Throaty moans spill from Thalia's mouth playing accompaniment to the sound of her slick pussy taking Gabe's dick to the hilt with every savage thrust. She looks up to catch the gaze of her impossibly talented and endowed lover, only to see a faraway look in Gabe's eyes as he looks towards his laptop and pounds away at her as if she were nothing more than a fleshlight.

"Oh, FUCK!" Thalia screams louder and louder, her big ass rising off the table, so desperate to get off that she doesn't know what to do with herself.

His complete disinterest drives her crazy and has her bucking against the table. For the first time in her life, someone did not care who she was, didn't treat her like some princess just because of her dad, but viewed her as nothing more than a convenient hole to dump their cum.

"Yesyesyesooooooooohhhhhhh!" Thalia howls, tightening her legs around Gabe's back, desperately pulling him deeper inside her. She clenches hard as per Gabe's instructions, even while she cums her brains out. Her back arches off the table as Gabe keeps on fucking her through her orgasm, the table creaking in time with his rhythm.

"This wasn't even worth my time, let alone my money," Gabe grumbles between Thalia's moans.

"No! Please! A-aahh- d-don't stop," Thalia moans as if Gabe would listen to her, squirming underneath him as she tries to get his big cock even deeper inside.

Gabe gives her a rough pushback and slides Thalia off his cock with a grunt. She collapses back on the table with her skirt pushed up against her hips and with her legs splayed to either side.

Thalia pants with her tongue out while her pussy gushes with girl-cum.

That's what satisfaction looks like.

"Get on your hands and knees." Gabe orders as his convenient hole nods and scrambles over on her unsteady limbs. She looks back, biting her lip as she sees Gabe's monster cock throbbing, aching for release.

"let's get this over with", Gabe sighs in a half-bored tone, placing a hand on her back.

The demigoddess lets out a little pant and stretches her back beneath his fat fingers, pushing her tight ass out and waving it towards him in anticipation, desperately trying to get him to pay her attention.

Gabe shifts his hands to Thalia's peach of a butt. She thinks he will spank or reward her or finally pay attention to her for her. Instead, she feels him shift again, and a cool weight settles on her back as he places his laptop on her thick ass.

Thalia hears faint moans and the slapping sound of flesh against flesh playing through the laptop's speakers while Gabe takes a solid grip on her hips and places his bestial tool against her needy pussy.

"You better cum make me cum soon, or I'm putting it in your ass." Gabe threatens.

Putting one hand up, grabbing Thalia's hair in a bunch, Gabe thrust straight into her and started to pound the lusty demigoddess out, earning long, satisfied moans with every thrust to her core while she dripped onto the table.

Thalia cries out in pleasure while her ass jiggles with the impact of Gabe's groin smacking against her. Her perky tits bounce beneath her as he ploughs her hard, plunging his dick into the depths of cunt.

"F-fucking gods!" Thalia pants, arching her back severely and pressing her ripe tits out into the cool air of the restaurant.

Gabe makes her take the full length of his dick brutally hard. He slams the head of his huge cock repeatedly against her cervix, making Thalia gasp with shock on every stroke. She loves it when he hurts her with his big dick. It tells her he barely cares if she's enjoying it. It tells her Gabe only thinks of her as something to use to get his spunk out. It makes her go crazy.

Shining juices run down her thighs every time Gabe comes close to pulling out of her, his bulging cock coated from base to tip in her glistening arousal. Whilst seemingly barely trying, he's brought Thalia to her proverbial knees and left her begging on every outstroke for him to go deep inside her and bruise her cervix.

"Huuuhhhh... fuck," Thalia squeals as a shiver works its way down her spine.

Her desperation is starkly clear from the way Thalia grinds back into Gabe. He's deep enough that his nuts are flush with Thalia's gushing pussy as her thighs quake in response. The sex-starved demigoddess groans in ecstasy as she makes little movements up and down the base of his shaft, gripping him hard with every squeeze of her pussy.

"That's it. I'm tired of this crap." Gabe huffs.

He gives her several shallow, dissatisfied thrusts before pulling out of Thalia's pussy and watching her legs shake while she moans her heart out. He deigns to glance down with annoyance at her perfect ass and realigns his cockhead with her backdoor.

Gabe's determination to cum has turned from frustration to anger. Thalia knows it's her fault, of course. It's her fault for not being good enough. Her fault for not getting her cunt tight enough around the throbbing meat of his dick. Her fault for not helping. Her fault. Bad girl.

There's no preamble, no lube, and no foreplay. Gabe thrusts in and takes Thalia's anal virginity as if it was the least consequential thing to him in the world. Pained tears run down her cheeks, straining them with her mascara in symphony with the gush of wetness from her useless cunt that gapes in his absence.

"Hnnf! Nnnhhh- oooohh!" Thalia sings, balling her hands into fists as her virgin hole is forced to stretch around Gabe's massive length.

Gabe just pulls back and starts fucking her tight hole, yanking her hair a little tighter to straighten her out and stop the laptop he watches intently from slipping off her ass. She cums again, asscheeks flexing and thighs trying to pull inwards as she bows her head in submission and groans.

"Ah! Mmm- ooohhh," Thalia moans, her backdoor stretching wide around his cockhead over and over.

Thalia's stomach bulges outwards with the shape of Gabe's cock as he holds her down with his weight and fucks her stretching ass. Satisfied he finally found a tight enough hole, Gabe draws his cock nearly out and then fucks her silly.

"H-holy- sh-shit-" Thalia gasps, panting in pleasure and still pushing back into Gabe as he ruthlessly hammers her arsehole. "F-fuck! Fuh- fucking! Gods! Nngh!"

Sweat begins to break out all over Thalia's body as Gabe ravages the demigoddess in just the way that she's secretly always wanted.

Finally, Gabe feels his orgasm approaching, and it becomes the only thing occupying his mind; he clenches his jaw and grits his teeth.

He fucks the whorish girl to pieces just to get to his orgasm. Not caring if the brutal pace and force of his thrusts hurt her. Thalia senses Gabe tense up, and the thought of him dumping his spunk into her drives her even wilder. It drives her so crazy that Gabe doesn't even seem to care that he is fucking her; she's just a receptacle for him to dispose of his fucking mess.

"Inside! INSIDE!" Thalia shrieks, slamming her face onto the table and reaching back to pull her asscheeks apart.

"Hmfhh!" Gabe strains as hot spunk pumps up from his tightening balls and shoots from the end of his cock, his hips grinding against Thalia's ass while she screams in orgasmic delight. Letting it all go pressed deep into her guts, Thalia shudders against him, arching her back in feminine bliss as she moans into the table. The fierce, squeezing contractions of her orgasm help ensure Gabe completely empties himself, filling her with spunk until she's dripping with it.

When he pulls out his spent cock and slumps down into the seat, Thalia stays in place, her on its side facing him, her eyes half-lidded.

"G... gods," she gasps. "I- I think you fucked me to death."

Gabe grunts. "You look pretty alive to me."

"I can't move my legs... Don't wanna work... wanna go bed." She mumbles semi-coherently to herself, her face still pressed into the table.

"Ding. Ding."

"What in Hades is going on here?" Barks a commanding feminine voice from the doorway.