Ménage à Trois
Fuming, Annabeth resigned herself to her desk chair, massaging her temples as she futilely attempted to calm herself.
"I should've known," she muttered. "All these years…"
"You're not being fair to yourself," I consoled "Look at the schemes she's pulled already. She knew what she was doing."
"Exactly," she snapped. "From dumping cow shit by my bed to wiping Percy's memory, she's pulled this crap before." Her gaze turned toward the ceiling, likely imagining Hera once more hanging from the sky with an anvil strapped to her feet.
"Listen to yourself." Piper stepped forward, cupping Annabeth's cheeks. "Trust me, I get it. Look at what she did to all of us. She made Percy believe he was Roman. She turned the entirety of my teenage life into one giant Mist induced hallucination." Her voice adopted a softer tone as she wiped her cheek clean of tears. "You can't blame yourself. There's only one person to blame for this, and we can all agree that she's bad news."
Annabeth pulled her head away and leaned it back against the top of the chair. "On that, we agree.I think we've finished up here," she sighed, leaning forward, pinching the bridge of her nose and blinking away her tears. "Please tell me that we're going to relax while visiting your dad."
Piper smiled deviously as she pulled Annabeth to her feet. "Depends on what you find relaxing. I have no intention of letting anyone go to bed without being thoroughly relaxed."
Despite the temperature rising in my cheeks, I said nothing. Instead, I opted to stand up and put away the thirty pound tome.
"Please don't drop that!" Annabeth called.
"Have some faith-"
THOOM!
"Whoops..."
"Dammit, Seaweed Brain!"
We all left rather unceremoniously. Annabeth's dad voiced concern about the deafening thud, but didn't seem surprised to find out that it was caused by a book and a careless boyfriend. I suppose the red handprint on my cheek didn't help matters. The rest of her family wasn't around to see us off. Her brothers remained glued to their games and her stepmom didn't offer anything besides a glass of lemonade before we left.
"Are you sure you'll be okay out there?" her dad asked. "I can drive you if I need to."
"We'll be fine, dad. Besides, I don't think you can drive us to Malibu and back, and be home in time to complete your study."
He rubbed a cloth over the goggles of his gas mask. "When you're right, you're right." He let out a heaving sigh. "Be safe out there. Call me if you need something."
Ha! If only.
"Yeah," she replied. "Of course."
Little more was exchanged before we left, save for a final awkward hug. Piper tried pressing the matter of talking things through with Mr. Chase and attempted to set up lunches with him, but Annabeth refused to offer much commentary in response. By the time she gave up on the endeavor, we had already reached the end of a pier.
"Alright," I said. "Let's hope Rainbow didn't wander too far."
Rainbow cut through the water at breakneck speeds, capping over one hundred knots. Remind me to get a read on the horsepower of this guy. Mind you, he ensured the ride stayed smooth, but that didn't keep the wind from nearly ripping the hair from our heads. Needless to say, we spent the entire trip huddled up and leaning forward, using his massive neck as our windbreaker.
"How does it feel to be on this side of the coast?" Piper called out, her voice nearly eclipsed by the roar of the parting waves and rushing air.
"Not sure," I replied. "Last time I was here, I was riding around in the Romans' sorry excuse for a navy." Oh, the memories. "The water is definitely colder on this side of the country though."
"Oh? So does that mean your nipples will get hard if I push you in?"
"Don't even think about it."
"Is this honestly how you two talk when I'm not around?" Annabeth commented.
Piper and I hesitated, before returning our attention to Annabeth. "Pretty much, yeah."
She scoffed, and I could almost see the exasperated smile she must have had on her face. "You're both going to get arrested one of these days, and I'll be reading a book while you get taken away."
Piper feigned a look of devastation, pressing her hand over her heart. "So you wouldn't even bail us out?"
Annabeth pushed out her lip, contemplating an answer. "Maybe after a week. You two need to learn your lesson, after all."
I was half tempted to fall off of Rainbow in mock heartbreak, but decided it wouldn't be in my best interest. The last thing I needed was for Annabeth to convince Rainbow to leave me behind. And if anyone could turn a hippocampus on me, it was Annabeth, even without being able to talk to it.
The rest of our trip remained more or less the same. It was sporadically punctuated with playful jabs and snarky retorts before Annabeth would reel us back in. On one occasion, Piper suggested playing "I Spy." It didn't last too long, given the ludicrous speeds we were traveling at.
As we neared the end of the first hour of travel, we went quiet. Piper hugged Rainbow's neck, I hugged her waist, and Annabeth, in turn, hugged mine. Though I could hardly hear her breaths, the warm air tickled my ear every few seconds. Of course, Piper's body radiated warmth like no other. So, despite the chilly ocean spray and the supersonic wind speeds, I managed to stay quite cozy in my nest of lovers.
Of course, as all good things must do, our trip came to an end. At some point, I noticed a subtle shift in the currents, and not too long after, Piper let out a sigh of… what was it? Relief? Exhaustion? Regret? She turned to the two of us with a weary smile on her face.
"Welcome to the snobbish hellhole I used to call home."
Honestly, when the McLean home came into view, I questioned whether or not Rainbow had accidently taken us back to Galínios. The mansions stretched across the coast, each as obnoxiously luxurious as mine, if not more so.
Piper's house… Well, it left me with a slight inferiority complex regarding my own mansion. While mine was situated comfortably along the coastline with the beach a mere stone's throw away, the McLean mansion seemed to laugh at the notion of being graced by the ocean breeze. Instead, we had to trek our way up a rocky coast until we reached her house, which cast its ostentatious glare down on the ocean from atop its very own isolated prominence.
During the walk up, Piper kept muttering to herself. Only a few bits managed to reach my ears. "It's so damned gaudy."
Annabeth seemed to be having a field day, if her shining eyes were anything to go by. Her gaze darted and scanned over every detail of the contemporary complex.
By time we reached the door, Piper's attention seemed to have shifted from hoping we didn't feel sorry for ourselves to sheer anxiety about seeing her father.
"It's been like six months since I've seen him," she said. "How… how can I…?"
I smirked internally and threw an arm around her shoulder. "If my reunion with my mom went well, then you'll be fine. Besides, what does he think you've been up to?"
She grimaced. "Well…"
"Pipes?" a voice called out.
Our attention turned towards the balcony above the front door. Standing there, his face worn and creased with stress and glee, yet still retaining the same ruggish good looks of a Spartan king, was none other than Tristan McLean.
Piper let out a choked sob. "Dad…"
For a few seconds, no one said anything. Father and daughter stared back at one another, as if unsure if the person in front of them was real.
"I'll be right down."
Before she could reply, he rushed inside. Annabeth and I turned to Piper, who continued staring at the balcony, her lower lip trembling. I placed a hand on her shoulder, to which she immediately grasped it with her own. Smiling gratefully, she took Annabeth's hand and dragged us both to her front door. We waited for only a few seconds longer before it opened before us.
"No. All of them," Mr. McLean hurriedly ordered into his phone. "Push back all the meetings. Clear the rest of my day."
He ended his call and slipped his phone into his pocket before wrapping his daughter in his arms, his breathing shaky and eyes moist with tears.
"God, Piper. It's been months."
"I know," she murmured into his chest. "I missed you."
His attention turned towards Annabeth and I. "Friends of yours?"
"Yeah." She pulled away. "Dad, I'd like you to meet—"
"Annabeth Chase," she cut in, holding out her hand. "This is my boyfriend, Percy Jackson."
His shoulders relaxed even as his brow furrowed. "Percy Jackson… That name sounds familiar. Have you been on the news?"
"Uh…"
"A couple times," Annabeth said. "We work with Delphi Strawberry Services in New York. Percy is a master of keeping them properly hydrated. A couple stories have been done on us."
I sent her a silent 'Thank you' as he rubbed his chin. "Delphi… Is that the joint group of the Wilderness School you told me about?" He turned to Piper.
"Something like that," she said sheepishly. "That's actually why we're here. Our group was visiting the west coast, so I thought we could drop by."
I frowned, not missing the slight hint of charmspeak in her voice.
"Makes sense. Have to get new trading partners. If you're looking for one, I'd be happy to pick up on it."
All of us went wide eyed, but Annabeth stepped in. "We'll be sure to tell our superiors that. In the meantime, they gave us the day off. As long as we check in with them every few hours, we won't have to meet back with them until tomorrow afternoon."
"That works perfectly," he said, his eyes shining. "My whole day is free. Do you have any ideas for activities or did you just want to lounge around and talk."
"Actually," Piper said, "I've been trying to teach Percy how to surf. He needs work, but he's got potential. Think the master could give him some tips?"
His eyes gleamed as he turned to me. "A grommet, huh? Well, you're in luck. Let's get ready and I'll show you what I know."
I wish I could say that the training went well. Perhaps, I learned some wicked moves like breakdancing on the board while traveling across a wave. Instead, the only familiarity I gained was the sensation of water flooding my ears and the never ending thought of "Hey, why is my board sha— bluuuurrb!"
In all honesty, I shouldn't have expected anything different. When I first saw Piper surf, she seemed like the epitome of great surfing. After watching her father in action, I realized she was just playing the role.
Said girl was in the middle of taking a break while I was in the middle of kicking some seaweed off of my legs, joining Annabeth in some much needed relaxation. Clad once more in a fine violet bikini, Piper took extra care to ensure I saw her rubbing her legs over with lotion. Oh, how my hands wished they were doing that job.
Obviously noting that I was eye-fucking his daughter, Tristan paddled his board up to mine, his expression difficult to read.
"I don't think your girlfriend would take lightly to that."
I cursed silently. "Am I that obvious?"
His expression cracked with a sly smile. "For someone who's spent decades in the acting business, you may as well be screaming."
Brushing some of my soaking hair out of my face, I tittered. "Things are… complicated."
"Heh, I know all about complicated. But in any case, what about my daughter would pull you away from your girlfriend? She's just as good looking, so it's not the looks."
He was right. Hades, next to Piper, Annabeth looked right at home, resting on a lounge chair, adorned in one of Piper's older two pieces. I had earlier noticed, while they were almost the same size, Piper's breasts were just a tad smaller. While Annabeth never really cared too much about properly fitting clothes, it was difficult not to notice her chest seemed… restrained.
"I met your daughter only a couple months ago. My girlfriend, I've known for a few years now. But a lot has happened in those months. I'm always going to stand by my girlfriend, no matter what, but lately, there have been some… concerns."
My thoughts strayed to the final lines of the prophecy once more. "And the lord will fall by his lover's virtue." Why couldn't I get that line out of my head? It wasn't fair, for Annabeth or myself. It was all because of someone else that our relationship took a nosedive, so why was I still worried that she was the subject of the prophecy?
"Listen, I won't pretend to know what's going on in your lives, nor will I claim to be an expert with relationships. To this day, I'll never forget the face of Piper's mom. How beautiful she was…"
His downcast expression almost made me choke up. Evidently, he never managed to get over Aphrodite. A part of me couldn't be sure whether to envy him or pity him. He'll never get to know how… difficult his lost lover could truly be.
My attention returned to my girlfriend and mistress. Both were chatting, laughing at some funny memory perhaps, likely at my expense, not that I could hold it against her. In times like those, all troubles seemed to melt away. Even from the distance between us, I could still imagine that dazzling smile that made my heart flutter, those sparkling gray eyes that shined like mirrors in the proper light, the bounce of her princess curls that caught my attention since I first laid eyes on her.
"Anyways," Tristan continued, pulling himself from his memories, "Piper is much better when it comes to people than I am. She just has this way of working with them." A smile of... regret? Forlornness? … appeared on his face. "More than once, it's gotten her into trouble, but I know she's a good girl. If you ever need help with someone, especially your girlfriend, she's the one to talk to."
Sage words from the father of the girl I'm plowing…
"Thanks for the tip. And who knows? Maybe you'll find someone who can fill the gap that Piper's mom left. Something tells me she's moved on long ago. Maybe it's time you did the same."
He remained silent for some time, staring at the deep blue waters before him. When he did speak, it was only after turning his head back. "Looks like we've got a good one coming. Let's go. Remember, keep your center of gravity low."
"Ugh! I swear, these movies start blending together after a while," Piper complained. "Can't we get any that break from the norm?"
After attempting to watch some recent movies we had missed while indulging in a fine dinner of spinach enchiladas (a common meal developed by Leo apparently), we all groaned at the prospect of throwing on another unoriginal plot. Only when she got absolutely desperate, Piper threw on an old Disney film; one with a main character that made Hephaestus look pretty.
"When in doubt, pick something old," Piper said, laying herself across the laps of both Annabeth and myself, her back on Annabeth's thighs, her legs draped over mine.
Her father frowned. "This movie isn't even as old as you are. What does that say about you?"
She let out a strained groan as she arched her back. "Oh, I slipped my disk! Yep, I'm old."
He rolled his eyes. "And what does that say about me?"
"You're ancient," she replied, not even missing a beat.
Annabeth and I snickered. The casual banter put us at ease, and experience made rare by recent events. Seeing Piper laughing with her father was almost surreal. The fact that a demigod other than me actually got along with her mortal parent...
As he let out a post laughter sigh, he checked his watch. "Oh, dear. Is that the time?" He stood and turned to Piper, giving her an apologetic look. "I put off quite a few meetings today, so tomorrow is packed."
She let out a sigh, leaning her head back on the arm of the couch. "I guess it wasn't fair to hold you up all day. Still have your medicine?"
He gave a sad smile in response.
"Remember, two tabs and a glass of water. No alcohol."
His smile morphed into a chuckle. "You're here for one day and you've already turned into your grandmother."
As if summoned by a secret cue, a member of the house staff walked up to him with a tray in hand. On it was a glass of water and a bottle of pills.
"But," he continued, "I'm glad you still remember."
Her expression turned to something I didn't expect. Pain.
After he downed his medicine, he stood and rattled his head. "Don't stay up too late. Feel free to use the guest bedrooms."
As he turned to walk away, Piper called out. "Hey, dad."
He looked back over his shoulder.
"Since you're going to be busy tomorrow, do you think you could keep the staff from trying to wake us up? We've spent the past several months needing to wake up early, so getting up when we want to for once would be greatly appreciated."
Though subtle, the charmspeak in her voice still was almost able to convince me that she was telling the truth. The effect seemed markedly more drastic on her father.
"Of course. Get as much sleep as you need." He turned his attention to all of us. "Goodnight, you three."
We replied in turn as he left for bed.
Piper shifted her head on the arm of the couch. "Though I don't think we'll be doing too much sleeping."
Annabeth raised an eyebrow. "Did you seriously just dupe your father into letting us recover from a night of sleeping together?"
She picked her head up. "The three of us have an entire night alone. Did you honestly expect me not to take advantage?"
I laughed, rubbing the exposed portion of her thigh.
Seems like Calypso was right.
"And while I may not be dressed in my lingerie, it wouldn't be fair if you couldn't dress sexy too."
Whether or not she was dressed in lingerie, I wasn't too sure about the not dressing sexy aspect. Sure, she was only dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a tee shirt, whereas Annabeth adopted a full pair of jeans instead, but they both looked more than appealing in my eyes.
"Aww," Annabeth moaned in mock disappointment. "So you won't lend me something to turn on my boyfriend?"
She smirked and propped herself up on her elbows. "Are you sure you want to put the strain on your chest? It won't be comfortable."
Annabeth gave me a sideways glance, her lips curling into a devious smile. "I think I can manage for a little while."
Piper pondered that for a few seconds while I attempted to swallow back my arousal.
Think of something disgusting!
Boobs!
Not helping!
Piper in a nightie!
Stop!
Annabeth in stockings!
Shut up!
Before I could reel in any control over my arousal, Piper rubbed the back of her thigh over my developing erection. "Seems like someone isn't against the idea." She sat up, scooting backwards until her back was pressed against the arm of the couch. "First, though, I need some collateral. A way to make sure you're really on board with this. Percy's is rubbing against my foot, but what about you?" She turned to Annabeth.
A few seconds passed as Annabeth considered her words, the gears definitely turning in her head.
When she came to a decision, she latched her hands on either side of Piper's face and pulled her in for a kiss, much to her surprise. Once she realized what was happening, Piper let herself melt into the kiss, adjusting her technique as necessary for Annabeth's more… tactical approach. The show didn't help ease the tension in my pants.
Pulling away with an audible smack, Annabeth grinned at Piper's flushed expression.
"That definitely works." She stood up and pulled at the belt loops of her shorts. "Why don't we move this to my room?"
Annabeth turned to me, an evil gleam in her eyes. "I thought you'd never ask."
Not a second later, she grabbed my hand and hauled me up. After turning off the movie, Piper led the way to her room with a slight bounce in her step.
"So, what's the medicine for?"
The bounce vanished. Her shoulders drooped. "Before I met you guys, before all of this, he was kidnapped by one of the giants, Encaladus. He spent weeks slowly being roasted or mentally tormented. Despite my mom giving me a potion to get rid of those memories after we saved him, he never fully recovered. He still has nightmares about it, even though he doesn't know why. The medicine helps suppress those nightmares."
You just had to ask…
"On the plus side," she said, turning around and walking backwards through the hallways, "it did wonders for his acting career. Going missing for several months with no memory of what happened… Well, several offers were sent his way about making a movie about it."
Despite her words, I could tell she didn't believe it. There are no plus sides to getting involved with the giants, unless they wind up dead by the end of the meeting. Even then, it rarely ended without consequence.
"Anyways," she continued, twirling around to walk normally, "we're not here to talk about all that. We're here to get laid."
Annabeth's face morphed into a conflicted expression, likely wanting to continue the subject at hand, but knowing that some topics are simply best left alone.
When we reached a door that looked no different than the rest, Piper rested her hand on the door handle, a grimace on her lips, and paused. "Don't judge too harshly." She opened the door and ushered us both inside.
"Woah."
If Piper's room on Galínios was anything to go by, she had a long way to go before she reached the level of decoration necessary to meet her standards. And those were some quite… eclectic standards. Woven rugs contrasted with the plush carpeting, each one designed with different animals and letters I couldn't begin to recognize. Along her walls, talismans were mixed with the odd piece of sports equipment and shelves containing various other trinkets, from beaded jewelry to gold watches to a mantle of feathers draped over a leather skirt. Dangling from a peg, near a leaning over painting, was a blowgun suspended by a leather strap. All in all, there was no real sense of togetherness. There were bits and pieces of Piper all over, from her heritage to her hobbies to her comforts. No wonder she was worried about showing us, the room was the spitting image of her.
"This is beautiful," I said, not quite caring if anyone heard me.
"I know it's not exactly nice to look at but…" Piper pivoted on her heel, staring me straight in the eyes. "What?"
I threw my arms up, gesturing to as much of the room as I could fit within my sight. "This room screams 'you.' I wouldn't change a thing."
Crossing her arms, she frowned, her brow furrowed. "That's not funny. If you're going to tease me—"
"I'm not teasing anybody! I wish I had a room like this. The only decorations I get are cracked wallpaper and a candle."
Eyes widening, she dropped her arms to her sides. "You're serious?"
"What would he gain from lying?" Annabeth said. "And while this room is certainly unique, I agree that you shouldn't change it. It's a reflection of who you are. Take pride in it."
She went silent for a few moments, staring at the floor as a tear rolled down her cheek. Once it hit the carpet, she blinked the rest away and grabbed Annabeth by the wrist.
"Sit down on the bed," she commanded, her voice laced with an unnecessary amount of charmspeak. Her smile turned coy. "And be patient."
Annabeth in hand, she marched towards her walk-in closet and closed the door behind her, ensuring I couldn't go peeping as they changed. Frankly, I had no intention of doing so. The anticipation of what was to come was all it took to tide me over… for the next half hour.
I ran my fingers along the plush fleece blankets. Her bed seemed unnecessarily large for a single occupant, yet something was off. Her nightstand was bare, the expected items instead residing upon the end table by her wall facing couch. The oddity troubled me nearly until the charmspeak was shaken from my mind, and I strolled around the room once more.
After spending time in Rachel's old room, back when she was still living with her parents, I thought nothing could compare to the sheer vastness of her living space. While Piper's wasn't as spacious, it made up for it with the sheer quantity of furniture and decorations. Among them was a small lounging space, consisting of two face-to-face couches, one of which was back to the wall; though that may not always have been the case.
At the legs of the aforementioned couch, the carpet looked distressed and worn, as if someone frequently shifted the couch back and forth. Only moments later, the reasoning dawned on me.
That's where she slept.
Rather than retire into a luxurious bed, she chose to make a little nook for herself to sleep in, hiding away from the extravancies of her father's purchases. I could imagine the struggle she went through every night, dragging the couch away from the wall just to tuck herself into the small alcove it formed.
My shoulders sagged. On a few occasions, she had mentioned how she yearned for her father's attention as a child, eventually leading to her landing in the Wilderness school as a result of that desperation. If the room was anything to go by, her father attempted to substitute his attention with his money. Definitely not something you want to do to a child.
No wonder she was on edge about this room. It may be designed to her tastes, but everything here is probably a reminder of her father's failed attempts at keeping her content.
A part of me wanted to throw a tantrum, to rip apart the room piece by piece and build another one with her. Annabeth could help. We could create a room that she actually wanted, a room that she could honestly say she was comfortable to sleep in.
As my thoughts trailed towards the possibilities, the sound of two giggling girls yanked my attention away. Quick as I could be, I launched myself back to the bed and turned away from the closet door, pretending that I wasn't just imagining the room's destruction.
The door opened.
"Oh, Percy," a melodic voice called out.
I turned my head. "Di immortales…"
If someone told me two weeks prior that both Annabeth and Piper would be hugging one another, foreheads pressed together, heads tilted in my direction, each wearing a pair of "fuck me" eyes, I would have probably laughed it off and attempted to get the image out of my head… unsuccesfully. And yet, there they stood, each clad in a lavish set of lacy lingerie, in that very position. With their hands running along the flanks of the other, they teased and tortured both their partner and I with the lovely sight.
"Like what you see?" Piper asked, grazing her fingers up Annabeth's neck.
Throat dry, I nodded, barring no reservations regarding how much my loins boiled at the sight of them.
A sly smile graced her lips. "Bien."
Those lips parted for only a second, turning to the woman in front of her. And then they kissed.
And kissed.
And kissed.
Hands shaking, I forced a dry swallow, attempting to take in the sight before me. Despite every hormone screaming for me to strip myself and take them, my willpower held me in place, eager to see what else they would do.
For several minutes, their lips locked beautifully, parted only by their tongues, each dancing with the other, slipping, sliding, and twirling as their lips grew ever wetter. Their hands roamed over the body of the other, pressing along the legs, rubbing the hips, tugging the hair. Their bodies molded together, mixing in a beautiful concoction of bronze and gold.
Only my involuntary whine ended their kissing, making me scream internally for them to keep going.
"Aww," Piper teased. "Do you want a taste?"
All shame cast aside, I bobbed my head up and down.
"Okay." Her lips curled into a sultry smile as she dropped her arms from Annabeth, who seemed none too pleased about losing her kissing partner. Slinking her way forward, hips swaying ever so slightly, she twirled a strand of hair around her graceful finger. "Just a taste."
At some point, she started kissing me, though I couldn't recall when. Her wet lips took their time massaging mine, pulling and pressing as her tongue delved into my mouth, an eager moan echoing in her throat.
"That's all for now," she said into the kiss, dragging out my lip as she pulled away.
A pathetic whine was the only response I could muster as she returned to Annabeth, ensuring my eyes were locked on her lean rear with every step.
"What should we do next?" Annabeth asked when Piper reached her.
A few seconds passed.
"I have an idea," Piper replied. She glanced at me, her smile coy. "Sit right there and enjoy the show."
Not a moment later, she led Annabeth by her hand, strolling towards the head of the bed, opposite of where I was forced to sit. Giggling, she rolled Annabeth onto the soft bed, letting her rest herself in the soft recesses of her numerous pillows.
Legs spread, Annabeth moaned as she rubbed herself through her warm turquoise lace, two fingers massaging her panties as her free hand caressed her straining bust. Eyes locked on mine, she rolled her hips forward, enticing me to approach as she drew her fingers through the moistening lace.
Piper crawled her way towards her, stretching herself across the bed like a cat. Back arched, legs swaying in the air, she pulled Annabeth's hand to her mouth and licked the juices from her fingers.
"So sweet," she moaned. "I can't wait to taste more."
Kiss upon kiss, she trailed down Annabeth's body, along her cheek, down her throat, trailing over her bridled bosom; each peck glancing its way across her sun kissed skin. A mere click of her concealed fingers and the breasts remained bridled no more.
Exposed to the crisp Pacific air for only a moment, Annabeth's bountiful bosom quickly found its way into Piper's clutches, by means of her soft hands or softer lips.
"Oh," she cooed as her best friend suckled her teat, flicking her tongue over the hardening nipple. Her back arching further, she attempted to press her bosom farther into her lover's graces, but Piper was already moving on. Parting her mouth slightly, she pressed herself between Annabeth's breasts, her hot breath steaming against the valley of skin, interrupted only by the cool flow of fresh air as Piper breathed in once again.
Slowly the Cherokee girl dragged her face down the increasingly frequent rising and falling chest of the girl before her. She stuck out her upper lip, allowing it to drag out along her satiny, trim stomach. The two girls released hot breaths almost in unison, Piper's breaths against Annabeth's stomach seemingly forcing the pants from her. Her tongue darted out and traced a spiral across her stomach, it's pink glistening barely visible to me from my vantage point.
Lower and lower she went, trading her kisses for the occasional nip at Annabeth's taut skin. Mewling in pleasure, Annabeth attempted to clutch Piper's hair in an attempt to push her even further, but Piper refused to pass her waistline.
"No no," Piper teased. "Don't get hasty."
Red faced with frustration, Annabeth whined. Despite her efforts to shove Piper's head between her legs, every effort was met with a none to delicate nibble along her waist.
Never could I recall a time when Annabeth seemed so helpless, so desperate. I wanted to tell her to use her legs, trap Piper beneath her thighs and take what she wanted. However, the aberrant curiosity of what Piper had in store for her left me silent, and the same thing seemed to keep Annabeth complacent with Piper's wishes.
"What's the matter?" Piper whispered. "Want something you can't get?" She finally lowered her head, yet delved far lower than what Annabeth hoped. "What do you want me to do?" She trailed down the rim of Annabeth's thigh, nipping and kissing the firm flesh until a trail of red specks marked her path.
Rather than giving in, she attempted to kick Piper away, bringing up her knee to force a position change. Her attempts resulted in nothing but Piper's mischievous laughter.
"Really? That's how you want to play this? Okay."
She pulled away from Annabeth, her hands finally leaving the muscled flesh of her legs. The pitiful whimper that resulted almost made me dive right in to satiate her evident need. However, when I moved to do so, Piper shot me a deathly glare that spoke clear as day: "Be a good boy, or you're next."
I decided to listen.
"So," Piper said, returning her attention to the desperate demigoddess before her, "you want me to get you off?"
Stubborn and prideful as ever, Annabeth curled her lips into a sharp pout and snaked her own hand downward.
"Oh, no you don't," Piper said, rushing to her side and yanking her hand away from her pantyline. "Only I get to touch you. Is that clear?"
A startled gaze was the only answer Annabeth could give.
"You want that, don't you?" She cupped Annabeth's cheek and brushed her thumb over her lips. "You want me to touch you. You want me to… lick you." Her final words, she whispered into Annabeth's ear, barely loud enough to reach mine. If my own dizziness was anything to go by, the charmspeak she wove into her words should have left Annabeth debilitated.
As if trying to prove me right, Annabeth nodded, desperation evident in her eyes.
"Hmm. Good," Piper said, wrapping her fingers around Annabeth's jaw, pressing into her cheeks. "But not good enough." Squeezing her cheeks until her lips puckered, Piper brushed her lips over Annabeth's. "Beg me."
Startled, Annabeth could only groan in confusion.
"Beg me to touch you. Beg me to lick you." Her grip on Annabeth's cheeks tightened as the panic rose in the blonde's eyes. "Or—" she turned Annabeth's head to face me "— I'm going to make you watch as Percy fucks the daylights out of me and you won't get a single touch from either of us."
Annabeth shuddered beneath her. The fiery stubbornness that she so clearly fought with earlier dissipated instantly Piper said that. I won't deny that the idea of carrying out what Piper said seemed cruel, and yet I found it oddly erotic. At least, that's what the throbbing erection in my pants told me.
Her will caved, Annabeth attempted to voice herself, but her words only came out as garbled groans through her unwillingly puckered lips.
"What was that?" Piper asked, tightening her grip. "I couldn't hear you."
A shrill whine reverberated through Annabeth's throat as she attempted to shake Piper's grip from her cheeks, but the Cherokee girl refused to let go.
"Come one, Annabeth," she said, her voice soft, yet commanding. "Beg."
No longer did Annabeth simply shake her head to get away. Rather, her entire body thrashed in her attempts to escape Piper, and after an excruciating thirty seconds of wrestling herself away, she managed to escape the clutches of Piper's firm grasp.
"Please!" she begged. "Touch me! Kiss me! Lick me!"
A smirk of smug satisfaction shone on Piper's face. "Good girl. Go ahead and lie down. I'll take good care of you."
Evident relief in her eyes, Annabeth obeyed and laid her head against the pillows.
Licking her lips, Piper retraced her path of red marks down Annabeth's body, choosing to drag on the teasing just a bit longer, rather than immediately grant her the promised relief.
As a whine began to leave Annabeth's lips, a soft nibble cut it short and replaced it with a squeak.
"Lift up your butt," Piper commanded.
She obeyed without hesitation, even swaying her hips a bit to show her eagerness.
Once more, Piper took me by surprise. I expected her to slip Annabeth's panties down her legs. Maybe she'd take it slow just to taunt her. Maybe she'd do so quickly just to get things moving along.
Instead, she took it slow, agonizingly so, in fact. On the same note, I couldn't have predicted that she'd tug and pull at Annabeth's panties and slide them down her legs using only her teeth. Inch by inch she went, brushing her chin over Annabeth's thighs, past her knees, and down her shins, her teeth gingerly clutching the undoubtedly expensive piece of lacy fabric.
When she finally tugged the garment free of Annabeth's feet, she shot a glance back towards me, a wicked gleam shining in her eyes. More wicked still was the smile on her lips. Said lips needed only be wetted by the sliding of her tongue before she returned her attention to my heaving girlfriend.
A hand on each of Annabeth's knees, she pushed apart the golden legs with no resistance. Rather, Annabeth seemed to try and accelerate Piper's actions by latching her legs on her shoulders.
"I don't think so," Piper said, pushing up Annabeth's legs until her knees were pressed against her chest. "You'll keep these legs right here so we can give Percy a good view, understand?"
She nodded without hesitation, chewing her lower lip.
Satisfied, Piper lowered her head to the moist lips between Annabeth's legs and brushed them over with her own.
Eyes fixated on the demigoddess leaning down between her legs, Annabeth breathed a sigh of relief as Piper at long last kissed and licked at her dripping labia. With one hand, she massaged her breast. With the other, she dared to reach lower. Evidently, Piper took no issue.
"Gods, yes," she moaned breathily.
As she massaged her clit, Piper continued toying with her leaking lower lips. A few fingers rubbed the sensitive folds of her vulva as her tongue ravished the pink slit between them, every touch met with a mewl, a moan. Her tongue slipped into her tight core, curling and twisting, setting off every nerve it touched.
Toes curled and back arched, Annabeth let out breathy moans, punctuated only by the occasional squeal when Piper reached particularly sensitive spots. Her hips bucked in an effort to pull Piper deeper, but she never could quite get the satisfaction she so desperately desired. As Piper moved her lips to suckle on the clit before her, Annabeth threaded her fingers and pulled at her best friend's hair. Whether or not she was coherent enough to realize what she was doing, I couldn't tell you. Still, she continued pulling, and Piper kept sucking.
"Ohh, yes!" Annabeth moaned into her words, her hips trembling as Piper prodded her clit with her tongue while suckling on it.
Annabeth's legs shivered as she kept them raised, her feet swaying to and fro. Her chest heaved as she continued playing with her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipple. Sweat gleamed on her body, giving her a golden glow to rival Apollo's. And every drop, every glimmer, was a result of Piper's deft handiwork.
Once finished with her clit, Piper lowered herself, probing her pussy's entrance, sticky with juices. Clearly satisfied with the dripping results, her tongue slipped once more inside of Annabeth. One hand occupied her clit. The other massaged the back of her thigh.
Piper clearly enjoyed her work, moaning from the taste of the juices secreted from Annabeth's pussy. Her hips swayed back and forth, teasing me to come forward and mount her from behind as she worked my girlfriend's tight cunt. Every so often, she'd pull her hand away from Annabeth's thigh to massage herself through her damp panties.
"Please," Annabeth muttered. "I'm almost… almost… ungh!"
Never one to relent, Piper continued feasting. Her tongue curled and flicked as her fingers pinched Annabeth's clit. Her satisfied moans served to push Annabeth closer to the edge, the vibrations making her toes curl and drive her hands into the fleece blankets, balling them in her fists. When Annabeth's words failed her, replaced by nothing but drawn out moans, Piper doubled her efforts, burying her fingers inside of the tight pussy and massaging her insides.
Annabeth chewed on her lips as she heaved, whimpering and moaning as she drew closer and closer to the edge. Eyes lidded and face flushed, she said nothing to distract Piper from her work. The rising and falling of her chest and the desperation on her face caused my erection to ache inside of my shorts. Despite every hormone begging me to rush forward and fuck them both, I restrained myself, only to see the end result of Piper's work.
"Hah hah hah! Huh?"
In a mere second, Piper stopped.
"No! Please!"
Piper licked her lips and returned the pleading expression with one of smug satisfaction.
"Were you almost done?"
She bobbed her head. "Just a little more! Please!"
Instead of continuing, Piper backed away and crawled off the bed, much to Annabeth's frustration. She approached me with eyes gleaming. "Don't you think your boyfriend should be the one to really finish you off?"
Flustered, but still very desperate for release, Annabeth turned her attention to me. Legs spread wide open, she invited me forward with her desperate eyes. She even went as far as to use her fingers to spread open her dripping pussy lips, presenting me with a lovely view of her pink interior.
Piper sauntered up to me and nibbled my ear. "I have her all warmed up for you. Show her how much you really love her." She pulled away with a devious glint in her eyes.
As I moved forward, she pressed herself against me and rubbed my covered erection.
"And when you're finished, I'm going to milk every ounce of cum from these heavy balls and swallow every drop."
"I heard that," Annabeth called, her breaths labored. "You better share with me. Or else…"
Piper pouted, but said nothing in return. Rather, she turned to me with a wink and squeezed my aching bulge once more. "Show her what that tongue can do." She pressed her lips to mine and slipped her tongue between them with no resistance on my part. The taste of Annabeth's juices still coating her mouth further fueled my desire to finish her off.
Without another word, I surged forward and crawled to Annabeth. The face she gave me, tears in her eyes, a grateful smile on her panting lips, warmed my heart just as much as my loins.
My head dove between her legs, my tongue slid inside of her.
"Yes! Oh, Percy! Yes! Please!"
Her legs resumed shaking, but unlike with Piper, she didn't hesitate to wrap them around my head, not that I minded. She threaded her fingers through my hair and tugged as I licked and teased over her most sensitive spots.
Two fingers replaced my tongue and stroked along her insides, reducing her to a panting wreck. My tongue switched to her clit and circled the sensitive nub. Her grip on my hair tightened as I pushed her closer and closer until…
"By the gods, yes!"
Her pussy contracted and spasmed, along with the rest of her body. Rapid convulsions tore through her body as she let out a wondrous scream of ecstasy. Unable to control herself, she tightened her legs around my head in a deathgrip of spasming muscle. Her toes curled. Her hands tightened their grip. Her ecstatic cries rang out. Hips bucking uncontrollably into my face, she rode out her orgasm to the fullest extent, only settling down when exhaustion began to consume her.
When she finally released me from her legs, she trapped my head once more with her hands, and pulled me forward into a passionate kiss. With drool on her lips and her jaw still twitching, the kiss was messy to be sure, but all the more delightful because of it. For those few seconds, nothing else mattered. Not the cool air. Not the gods. Not the undoubtedly eavesdropping wait staff. Only we mattered. Only our lips. Only our breath.
She pulled away, if only to throw her head back into the pillows. Raw love shimmered in her eyes as she weakly pawed at my shoulder.
"Ungh!"
Our attention turned to Piper, who had stripped herself of her lingerie and seemed to have just fingered herself to a nice orgasm of her own. Her fingers were still rubbing over her clit as she eye fucked the both of us.
"I don't know about you," she said, "but I think we've teased Percy with this show long enough." She leaned forward and stood from the couch. "Plus—" she strode forward, her thighs moist with juices, though not to the extent of Annabeth's "— I could really go for a nice big, hot load of creamy cum right now." She licked her lips as she crawled onto the bed, joining the both of us.
Annabeth let out a weak huff of laughter and licked her own lips. "I can show you every one of his soft spots. All of the best techniques to draw him out and make him lose control. You'll be drowning in all the cum you can ask for."
Piper paused and stared at her with wild curiosity and infatuation. "What's the catch?"
She smirked. "Isn't it obvious? You have to share with me. Not just his cock, but his cum too."
A chill went down my spine. "Are you sure that's such a good—"
"Deal."
Before I could comprehend their words, they were already moving. Having apparently caught her second wind, Annabeth rolled us over so that my back was on the bed.
"I don't think you need this."
Both of them yanked my shirt off. I didn't even bother resisting.
"Mmm, that's a good view," Piper said. "But that's for our enjoyment. "This—" she hooked her fingers around the hem of my shorts "—is for yours."
Not five seconds later, my shorts were tossed from the bed, leaving all three of us stark naked and burning with both desire and anticipation.
My erection stood proud, eager to be blessed by the bodies of the two lovely women before it. If only I had the confidence that it did. Their hungry gazes were as unnerving as they were alluring. There they sat, two of the most dangerous demigoddesses in the world, and they were staring at my cock with ravenous hunger.
"Well," Piper said, running her hands up my leg, "let's see some of this magic."
Annabeth smiled. "As you wish."
With a tentative hand, she ran her fingers over the delicate skin of my penis. I hitched in breath, my subconscious recalling the last time her hands did this very thing. And yet, despite my reservations, her touch was gentle, loving, unlike the night I wish I could oust from my memory.
"He has a few soft spots," she said, brushing over the top. She glanced towards Piper. "Some are obvious, but one of them is hidden away."
Piper tucked her legs beneath her, shifting with excitement as she licked her lips.
"First off," Annabeth said, "the glans." Her thumb brushed over the swollen head. "It has more nerve endings than almost any other part of the penis."
Smirking, Piper seemed to want to roll her eyes, as if it were obvious.
"Next, we have the frenulum."
Both Piper and I frowned.
The free what?
Annabeth lifted up my erection, presenting them both with the underside. "This little spot where the glans connects with the shaft; that's the most sensitive part of the penis."
Her thumb pressed into that very spot, igniting a very familiar flare that Calypso and Zoë had when giving me a blowjob. My hips bucked, eliciting a giggle from Piper.
"This spot alone could make him cum with no issues," Annabeth said matter-of-factly. "But, I think you're more interested in how to really coax him into an orgasm."
Despite evidently taking mental notes, the moment those words left Annabeth's mouth, Piper's attention cleared and locked onto her hands.
"There are three spots you want to focus on when trying to really work him. The most obvious is the testicles." She cupped them and rolled them between her fingers. "I don't think I need to give you any advice about what you can do with them."
Piper smirked, clearly agreeing with that statement.
"A much less obvious spot," Annabeth continued, "is below the navel." She massaged her fingers into my pelvis. "It's a perfect spot to tease him. While there aren't as many nerves here as everywhere else, the excitement and stimulation should be more than enough to not only get him hard and keep it that way, but if you rub here while he's orgasming, it makes the sensation deeper and can often send the feeling up to his stomach."
I shivered. The idea that she knew how to induce an orgasm of that magnitude in me terrified me to no end.
Just how often did we have sex before Hera kidnapped me?
"And now, my favorite spot."
Uh, oh.
Her hand shifted down, brushing her nails over my delicate skin.
"If you really want to milk him for all he's worth, you want to stimulate his perineum."
Piper and I shared a frown, both confused by the word she just said.
"His what?"
"Perineum," she repeated. "Or p-spot for short."
Her hand continued its downward trek, reaching beneath my engorged erection.
"The area between his testicles and anus is a good way to stimulate his prostate."
Piper snickered. "You mean the part where doctors have to stick their finger up his butt to check?"
"Exactly. That's where most of the semen is made. But, if you stimulate it directly, it can be overwhelming and uncomfortable for the guy. Like this—" she pressed her fingers into my scrotum, further back than any other girl dared to touch, and stroked her tips where the base of my shaft connected with the rest of my body "—you can stimulate it indirectly and work him into a very deep and long orgasm. I only do it when I'm feeling really generous; otherwise he'll get spoiled."
Whether or not Piper was paying attention to the latter part of Annabeth's statement, I couldn't tell. All I know is that the moment Annabeth said "milk him," her eyes brightened like traffic lights.
"Wouldn't a tongue feel better than fingers?"
Annabeth paused. "Yeah, most likely. But I normally do it while blowing him, so reaching there with my tongue is out of the question."
Piper smirked. "I can take care of that. No problem."
Paling, Annabeth faltered. "But… you'd have to deepthroat him and reach there with your tongue. That's not feasible."
Her eyes narrowed. "Challenge accepted."
As she attempted to dive in, Annabeth restrained her by the shoulder, which resulted in a frustrated whine. Which of us did it, I don't recall.
"This is about getting him off," Annabeth said, "right?"
Piper nodded, her eyes still locked on my dick.
"Then you need to slow down. Lube him up. Tease him. Build up to it."
She clenched her fists for a few seconds. When she relaxed them, her posture relaxed with them. She leaned forward, replacing Annabeth's hand with her own. Soft fingers massaged the base as she locked her eyes with mine.
"Je vais te faire jouir," she whispered before surging forward and pressing her lips to my ear, "et avale tout."
A moment later, she came face to face with my swollen head. She gave the shaft a tentative stroke as Annabeth settled herself to the opposite side of her, resting her head on my hip. Satisfied with my initial groan, Piper lowered herself to the base of my penis and pressed her nimble tongue to my sensitive skin. Up, up, up she went, dragging her tongue along the underside of my shaft, her eyes ensnaring mine in their mesmerizing gaze. She flicked her tongue over the tip, cleaning it of the dribbling precum, and opened her jaw wider to descend upon the throbbing cock.
"Wait."
Annabeth lurched forward, clamping her hands on either side of Piper's face as she leveled them both eye-to-eye.
Piper groaned. "If you want to kiss me, can't you wait fo—"
"Since when did you have pink eyes?"
Startled, neither Piper or I could bring out a reply. Annabeth held her grip, humming to herself. Even with her back to me, I could still imagine her putting on her thinking face. Furrowing her brow. Chewing her lip. I may not have seen it, but I knew it all too well.
"What… what are you talking about?" Piper asked.
"Your eyes switch between blue, brown, and green. Right now, they're pink."
"It isn't the first time," I said, trying to move things along. "I'm pretty sure it just happens when she's having sex."
Annabeth turned to me with a frown. "Then she would have been that way when she went down on me. If it were really…" She trailed off, her gaze falling to my dick. "I wonder…"
Releasing Piper's face, she took over where Piper was and took hold of my cock once more. She stroked it a few times, giving it the occasional squeeze. As I hummed to myself in pleasure, she studied my cock until a bead of precum peeked from the head. After taking a breath, she dipped her tongue into the droplet and massaged the tip of my cock until no more precum could be found.
Piper whined. "That was mine."
Annabeth retracted her tongue and sat back. With her eyes closed, she swished the miniscule amount around her mouth. Piper attempted to reach forward to continue, but Annabeth latched her hand on her wrist before she could make it half way. She opened her eyes.
"Your semen is laced with an aphrodisiac. A strong one at that."
Despite my urge to scream "I don't care!" and facefuck either one of them, I decided that it may be in my best interest to pay attention.
"You mean like a drug?"
"Exactly." She turned to Piper. "Looks like your mom didn't tell us all there was to know about her blessing."
She frowned. "Sounds like something she would pull. Still though, is it really that bad? With or without her blessing, I'd still want to do this."
Annabeth crossed her arms. "What about the others? Katie, Zoë, Calypso… Okay, maybe not Calypso. But most of them wouldn't be so enthusiastic to sleep with him if not for his semen literally drugging them." She turned to me. "You know it's true. Didn't Zoë suck you off after the boar attack?"
Piper snickered. "She really enjoyed it too."
"Exactly," Annabeth snapped. "If not for—"
"But she wanted to give it a try even before that," Piper continued. "Percy apparently showed her a good time with his tongue while they were on a little trip."
My cheeks flared, but I felt an odd sense of satisfaction from hearing those words.
"I don't know about you," Piper said, "but I'm sick of living in fear of my mother's games. If she wants to keep up with her little tricks, I won't stop her. But for now, I'm going to enjoy having sex with my best friends."
Both Annabeth and I stared back, unable to form any words in reply. By the time I could muster a sound, Piper had already returned to lying at my side and took my dick into her mouth without another word.
Before I could begin a thought of stopping her, she sucked it deep and quickly pulled back. The immense pressure on my groin forced a stiff groan from my throat as pleasure quickly overwhelmed me. My hips bucked everytime she bobbed her head, matching her rhythm as her tongue massaged the underside. With every pull back, she hollowed her cheeks with a vacuum like seal and wriggled her tongue over every spot Annabeth pointed out to her.
Annabeth, though initially reluctant, returned to her spot opposite of Piper, and cupped her hand around my balls, massaging them, coaxing my cum from them. Her watchful gaze locked onto Piper, who returned it with one glazed with passion. Turning to face me, she moved her remaining hand over my pelvis and massaged the area below my navel.
My response was instantaneous. If not for me already lying down, I would have collapsed under their combined efforts. The pleasure from Piper sucking my dick reached deep within my stomach, perpetuated by the massage matching the speed of her bobbing head.
Drool spilled from her mouth. Every bob pushed my dick further and further to the back of her mouth. With every buck of my hips, my cockhead fell just short of her throat. Her lustful gaze told me that wouldn't be the case for much longer.
I gasped. "I don't… think I can…" Overwhelmed, I failed to muster the strength to say anymore.
Piper hummed along my dick, closing her eyes as she finally slipped the head down her throat. Holding herself there for a few seconds longer, once her eyes opened again, she pushed forward, sliding more and more down her throat until she reached the base of my dick.
Annabeth pulled away her hand and leaned down. The gagging from Piper both forced my legs to spasm and told me what she was planning next. Her tongue slipped from her mouth and lathered my balls with its warmth. Within her throat, my cock pulsed and throbbed as precum streamed out, coating her insides with the lubricating substance.
"No way," Annabeth said. "There's no way she can actually do it."
She did it.
Caught somewhere between a pained laugh and a lustful groan, I couldn't restrain my voice as Piper massaged her tongue along my perineum. She coaxed it through my scrotum and massaged my balls to either side as she ran it over my apparent weak spot. My fingers gripped the blankets. My legs trembled. On and on she went, suffocating herself on my cock and massaging me with her tongue, until she couldn't hold herself any longer.
Coughing and spluttering, she pulled away in an effort to regain her breath. As she heaved, Annabeth stared at my glistening cock, awestruck by the performance she just witnessed.
With her hands on her knees and drool on her chin, Piper glanced over to Annabeth with a competitive smirk.
"Your turn."
She paled. "I can't go that fa—"
Piper silenced her with a messy kiss. Her fingers toyed with her golden curls. She received no resistance when she slipped her tongue between their lips. Only when she pulled away did Annabeth seem to recollect her bearings.
"You take what you can," Piper said. "I'll take his balls."
Annabeth shot a glance between my legs and remained silent for a few seconds. After coming to a silent agreement, she nodded her head and moved into position. Piper did the same. As Annabeth grasped the base of my cock, she slid the first few inches into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over the head and teased the frenulum. Not long after, Piper followed and sucked my balls into her mouth.
"Gods, you two…"
She worked quickly, not bothering to tease me after the drawn out performances and mouthwork of Piper. As Piper hummed to herself, switching from one testicle to the other, Annabeth moved her hands away and let her mouth do all of the work. An occasional glance was shot in my direction from either of them, but for the most part, they remained focused on the task at hand. Annabeth bobbed, Piper sucked. The pace of my girlfriend's blowjob quickened. Her curls bounced with every motion.
Spit and drool spilled from her mouth. Not to the extent that Piper's had, but more than enough to result in an unexpected, though not unwelcome, outcome.
"Hmm?"
Startled by her own work, Annabeth attempted to pull away as she swallowed down my dick. Her convulsing throat massaged my cock. Copious amounts of precum poured directly into her waiting stomach. Eyes twitching, she whined as she unwillingly slipped more and more of my cock down her throat, not unlike Zoë's attempts from before.
"I… I'm about to—"
"Oh, no you don't."
Piper grabbed Annabeth by the head and yanked her off of my cock, leaving it waving in the open air. While Annabeth coughed and drooled into the bed, Piper rubbed her back and whispered words of praise into her ear. Her gaze shifted over to me, who returned it with one of pained frustration.
"Unless you're ready to go multiple rounds with us, you're not allowed to cum until you fuck us."
I forced a swallow. Though I understood her position, I couldn't deny how badly I needed to cum.
She crawled forward and trailed a few kisses up my chest. "Annabeth goes first. Then I'll finish you off, okay?"
I nodded.
She smiled. "Bon garçon."
As she kneeled to my side, Annabeth took her place and crawled up to me. When I expected her to push me down and give me a kiss, she turned around and straddled my hips. Leaning forward, she grabbed my dick and guided it between her tanned pussy lips.
"Oh my gods," she said through her teeth.
She slowly slid her tight pussy down my shaft. Inch by inch she went as she gasped and moaned. Her slick walls gripped me and massaged me with their ridges. The further down she went, the tighter they seemed to squeeze.
"Let me help you two out," Piper said.
Grabbing her by the shoulder, she pulled Annabeth back until she could no longer balance herself. Rather, she braced herself with both hands behind her pressing into the bed. Once she was comfortably seated on my cock, Piper knelt at her side and pulled her into a kiss. Her fingers ran down Annabeth's stomach until they reached her clit, at which point she began rubbing the small nub until she started trembling.
"Now ride him like your life depends on it."
And so she did. Her tanned ass moved up and down, jiggling slightly with every bounce. Her arms strained under her efforts, mirroring the flexing of her back. As she bounced her hips, she kept her lips locked with Piper, who continued rubbing her clit to perpetuate the cycle of pleasure running through Annabeth's loins.
"Gods, Annabeth," I groaned. "I don't know how long I'll be able to last."
As Annabeth moaned her agreement, Piper directed a not so subtle death glare at me. "You better not cum yet. Not until I get my turn."
My face reddened under the strain. "I'll try."
Annabeth's bouncing didn't help matters. Her walls squeezed down on my cock as she attempted to rebalance herself. She nearly collapsed as my cock rubbed some particularly sensitive spots inside of her. Unable to handle the onslaught of my cock and Piper's fingers, she pushed herself forward, and braced her hands on the bed beneath her. She fell from her feet and dropped to her knees, kneeling with my cock inside of her. Her legs tightened their grip to either side of my hips, mirroring the actions of her pussy around my cock.
Unhappy with her loss of a kissing partner, Piper took advantage of her new position and massaged her hands into Annabeth's jiggling ass cheeks.
"Ooh, these are nice," she said, kneading the fleshy cheeks.
Moaning without reservation, Annabeth sped up the pace of her bouncing. Her convulsing pussy slammed down onto my dick without any sign of stopping. Juices spilled from inside her, coating my pelvis in a sticky sheen.
"Oh my gods!" she cried out.
Despite her trembling, she kept up her pace. She squeezed her knees into my flanks. Her quivering pussy tightened every time she bottomed out and loosened every time she pulled away. She turned back to me with her mouth hanging open.
"Ahn," she cried out. "Gods… Percy!"
As our eyes met, she grew even tighter around me. Still, she seemed to quicken her pace. She panted and moaned with every bounce of her hips, and her pussy continued to squeeze my dick as she did.
Piper kept up her rubbing, squeezing Annabeth's bouncing ass cheeks as they jiggled in her hands. Her hands were soon shining with the juices that ran down my cock and over my hips. The same could be said for the sweat streaming down Annabeth's body as she continued exerting herself.
Annabeth's eyes rolled up as a drunken grin stretched across her lips. "So… good!"
I feared the ever growing need to finish. At that point, only sheer willpower held my climax at bay. The lewd stupor on her face didn't help matters. If not for Piper staring me down as she massaged Annabeth's bouncing cheeks, I don't think I could have held back.
Annabeth finally started to slow her pace. Her pelvis slammed down on my throbbing dick. Every time she bottomed out, a throaty groan left her mouth. Her back flexed as she slowed further. The grip of her pussy walls tightened even further.
"I'm… I'm about to…" Drool ran down her cheek as she attempted to voice her thoughts. Still, she seemed relentless in her efforts to bounce on my cock, slow and powerful as they were.
"That's right, Annabeth," Piper said. "Cum. Cum all over his dick." She didn't even bother putting in any charmspeak.
Annabeth clamped down on me. She threw her head back, sending her hair flying everywhere.
"Oh, gods!"
She finally let loose and came. Her pussy walls rippled around my cock as juices streamed from inside of her. Slowing her pace, she rode out her orgasm, gently sliding her pussy up and down my cock as it continued to convulse around it, spewing her juice in small spurts every time she bottomed out. Quivering and trembling, she collapsed forward as she juices finally seemed to finish spilling from her pussy. A sigh of relief was all I could hear as she settled down.
"Good girl," Piper said, releasing her sweat covered cheeks.
Annabeth remained there for a few moments longer, moments that I strained not to cum during. She managed to pull herself off of my dick, but couldn't reach much further before her arms and legs buckled beneath her.
"Poor thing," Piper said. "She really outdid herself." Her attention turned to my twitching cock. "Hmm… you really aren't going to last much longer, are you?"
I bit my lips under the strain, but managed to shake my head.
She frowned. "I really wanted to keep this up all night, but I guess teasing you with that show really put you on edge."
For a few agonizing seconds, she stayed silent, pondering to herself. When she seemed to come to an agreement with herself, she crawled forward and placed her hands on my shoulders. "I want to test something, but you'll need to cum first, alright?"
I bobbed my head without hesitation, groaning from the strain.
She gave me a gentle smile and rolled us over. With her back against the bed and my shivering body above her, she rubbed my cheek and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "Give it everything you've got. Don't hold back."
She didn't need to tell me twice.
I glanced back to Annabeth, who was still mewling in satisfaction. She had rolled onto her back and started rubbing herself while watching us. A devious shine in her eyes made it clear that she wanted to see just how much I was going to ruin her best friend.
Despite my trembling, I managed to position myself above Piper's dripping entrance. Of course, she needed to guide me a bit, given how my body seemed to try and buck against the air before I could position myself correctly. Giggling, she grasped my cock and guided it towards her pussy. The head pressed against her plump lips, at which point she released her grip and returned her hand to my shoulder. Eyes shining pink with lust and love, she pressed a simple kiss to my lips. No further instruction was needed. My hips sank downward, sheathing my cock deep inside of her hot pussy.
Of all of the girls I've been with, I can safely say that Piper is undoubtedly the warmest on the inside. Not to say she's slacking in any other department, but the lovely heat inside of her practically made the cum in my balls boil.
"Oui!"
She wasted no time locking me in place. Her legs clamped around my hips as her arms did the same with my back. Staring me without any hesitation, she drove a fiery kiss against my lips. As she did, her hips rolled forward, giving me more than enough of a hint to get things moving.
Taking her cue, I pulled my hips back and slowly sunk my cock inside of her once more. A mutual groan of relief left both of our lips as she continued deepening her kiss. Once more, I repeated the action, sliding out and in as agonizingly slow as possibly, striving to hold back my own desire to fill her to the brim with my cum. Only when she dragged her nails across my back did I decide to pick up the pace.
Within the first few thrusts, my thighs were coated in her slick juices. She returned my pounding with her own motions, rolling her hips into every thrust. Her hot walls clamped around me every time I entered her, rippled for a moment, and attempted to suck me back in as I pulled out.
As I continued to plow into her tight pussy, she struggled to maintain her kissing. More than once, she nearly bit off her tongue as she attempted to shove it down my throat. When she finally couldn't keep up the pace, she pulled away and let out a melodic scream.
"Comme ça!"
Annabeth apparently wanted a better vantage point. She crawled over to join us and took a closer look as my cock sunk into Piper's juicy pussy.
"Mmm, as good as that looks, I think I'll keep her voice down for now."
The moment those words reached Piper's ears, she tightened her grip on my body and pressed her head into the crook of my neck. Her hot pants and sultry moans continued going unchecked as Annabeth attempted to pry her arms from my back. All she managed to accomplish was Piper digging her nails into my skin and clamping her pussy walls tighter around my throbbing cock.
Annabeth growled in frustration as she continued failing in her endeavor. "Okay. If that's how you're going to be…"
She disappeared from my view. Piper peeked her head over my shoulder, bobbing her head in response to my thrusts. A stifled gasp is all she could manage as she attempted to choke out her words. "Wait!"
As I continued pounding her pussy into oblivion, I could feel Annabeth snake her hand between our colliding bodies. Her fingers massaged around Piper's pelvis before taking a turn south and pinching her clit.
"Merde!"
Piper let loose a beautiful scream as Annabeth rolled her clit between her fingers. Under our combined onslaught, her body trembled and quaked. The juices spilling from her cunt soaked her blankets as they streamed down her ass. She couldn't keep up with rolling her hips against mine, though she did tighten her grip on my back as she moaned and screamed.
"Je suis presque…"
Her pussy lips locked tightly around my cock as her insides kept sucking me in. Harder and harder, I continued pounding into her as her body shook and trembled beneath me. Annabeth continued toying with her clit, which only made her pussy clamp even tighter around me. I struggled to keep my churning balls from spilling inside of her, but I couldn't hold it in for much longer.
"Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!"
Sweat streamed down her beautiful face. Her lips remained parted as she struggled to breathe. Slender nails dug into my back.
Loud slaps signalled my quickened change of pace. Every collision of our hips resulted in a sinful symphony of flesh on flesh, and her voice provided the choir. I couldn't help but join her in groaning and panting as I reached my limit. Her tightening pussy didn't help matters as I continued thrusting with my hastened pace.
Jaw dropped and eyes staring blankly at me, she let her groans out unimpeded as I kept pounding into her. Every time my cock slipped inside, her rippling walls attempted to suck the seed straight out of it. No longer did her legs hold me in place. Rather, they trembled in the air with every slam I made against her hips.
Sweat dripped down my body and splashed against hers. Using the last of my strength, I sped up once more. My hips hammered against hers as she let loose an endless stream of unintelligible phrases. Her parted lips morphed into a drunken grin as her pussy constricted around me.
Annabeth's efforts didn't go in vain. If anything, her continued assault on Piper's clit hastened our mutual impending climax.
Waves upon waves of euphoria slammed against me. My limit was near its edge, and Piper's lust drunk expression said the very same. Her head bobbed with every thrust. Her moans mirrored every bob. No longer could she speak. Only an endless stream of drunken moans is all she could manage.
Those moans heralded a beautiful finish as her breath hitched for only a moment, only to be shattered by an angelically deafening scream. Lost in pure pleasure, her pussy clamped down as a torrent of juices spilled from her pussy. Her legs shivered against the cool Pacific air as she locked her arms around my back in loving deathgrip.
I couldn't hold it any longer. Locked deep inside of her loving quim, I released an equally large load of cum. My body mirrored her trembling as I grinded my hips to a halt, pumping her with rope after rope of my load. A sigh of relief left my lips as I collapsed on top of her, shivering and sweating in the crisp air. My cock slipped out of her as I fell to her side. Semen bubbled and spilled out of her as she quivered in place.
"Uhnn…" she groaned. Her eyes were glazed over and her mouth was stuck in a lucid smile.
Annabeth crawled over the both of us with an amused smirk. "Looks like you both outdid yourselves."
I attempted to retort, but all I could manage was a few more gasps of air and a mildly irritated glance. As I heaved, Annabeth returned between Piper's legs and gazed at the aftermath.
"Wow. You wrecked her."
She scooped her finger through her pussy and brought a glob of cum to her lips. After giving it a small sniff, she stuck it into her mouth and swished it around.
"Hmm. If only I managed to get a hold of this before you started sleeping with everyone. It doesn't taste like it used to. Not better or worse, but definitely different."
Piper let out an exhausted whine and attempted to close her quivering legs, but failed miserably. "Mine…"
Annabeth looked up and smiled with narrowed eyes. "I thought you said you had more plans for him. What happened?"
She attempted to sit up, but once more failed to do so. Instead, she grabbed my arm and hugged her body against it as she continued shivering. "He did."
Annabeth chuckled, but her smile turned more friendly. "I know what you mean. Anyways, while you're recovering, I'm going to clean off this lovely cock."
Without another word, she did exactly as she said and attacked my now flaccid cock with her tongue. I groaned from the overstimulation, but couldn't muster the strength to pull away. While I won't say I didn't enjoy how gentle she was, my cock still throbbed from its recent use.
After a few seconds, Piper pulled me in for a kiss. Once more, it was a gentle kiss. Once more, it took my breath away.
"Tu es à moi."
I smiled. "That French is really sexy."
She returned my smile with one of her own, albeit a much sleepier one. "What can I say? You light up my lips with the language of love when your lips are loving me."
Annabeth flicked her tongue over the tip of my penis, making me groan out. Both of us turned to her as she finished licking up the last of our combined fluids.
"Now that we're all cleaned up on this side," she glanced towards Piper, "how would you like that dessert."
Piper bit her lips as Annabeth settled herself between her legs once more. She let out a throaty moan as Annabeth dove her finger inside of the cum filled pussy and scooped out as much of the gooey substance as she could.
"Gods, Percy! You've pumped her with at least five ounces of cum!"
"Mmm. That's five ounces of hot, creamy goodness that I get to enjoy."
Though the measurement didn't seem too big to me, I was a little too exhausted to care one way or another. All I could do was watch in a haze as Annabeth brought two handfuls of cum up to Piper's lips. A loud series of slurping is all I could hear as Piper attacked her cupped hands. In a matter of seconds, she swallowed every trace of cum that Annabeth brought to her. She even went as far as sucking the final drops from her fingers as Annabeth attempted to stifle her laughter.
"You've really turned into quite the cumslut, haven't you?"
Piper swallowed the final droplets and licked her lips. "Only for him."
Following her words, she wrapped her arms around mine once more and cuddled against my side. Moments later, she was snoring into my shoulder. Smiling, Annabeth followed her lead and crawled to my opposite flank.
"This was definitely worth the trip here."
Without another word, she placed one hand on my stomach and pressed a few kisses into my shoulder before falling asleep. Not too long after did I follow them. Morpheus trapped me in his clutches and sent me once more into a not so dreamless sleep.