Chapter 1: Percy
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Percy
‘Okay… this is not how I saw this day going.’ Percy thought as he stood in the cold empty wing of the Museum of Natural History in downtown Manhattan. His pants around his ankles and a bronze sword in his hand.
Percy Jackson didn’t have the best luck. With anything really. Weird stuff always just seemed to happened to him and, without fail, he’d get in trouble whether it was his fault or not. He’d gotten into fights, been suspended, expelled and even arrested once for barging into a woman’s bathroom. The cops didn’t believe him when he’d told them he was running away from a man with six arms. He could deal with adults who thought he was a bad kid, but what he couldn’t stand was people outright calling him a liar. He was many things; dyslexic, ADHD, constantly horny (it was a real problem), and very possibly crazy, but he wasn’t a liar.
But no one was gonna believe this… this was a whole new level of weird.
Yancy Academy, or as Percy called it, the boarding school for the fucked up and hopeless causes, only had 2 field trips per year. He’d missed the first one to the boardwalk because he got into a scrap with the school bully, Nancy Bobofit. She had big tits for a twelve-year-old, but that was about her only flattering attribute. She called him ‘Prissy’ one too many times and kept harassing the only real friend he’d made that year. A scrawny kid named Grover. Percy felt bad for Grover because he was an easy target. He was black with short, curly hair tucked under a Rastafarian hat that he always wore no matter the occasion. He was timid and had clearly been held back a few years. He had a bit of stubble under his chin and, Percy had seen tuffs of hair in the sink like he’d shaved. To top it all off, he was disabled. Grover had some kind of disease that Percy couldn’t remember, let alone pronounce, that made him walk funny and need crutches.
Nancy had been throwing tatter tots at him in the cafeteria after 20 minutes of berating him and telling everyone he had a little dick. “How would you know, bitch? Been checking him out?” Percy yelled. Nancy had gone red in the face and charged him. The ensuing scuffle had left him with a black eye and a few bruises. Nancy had lost her pants somehow and ended up with a cucumber up her ass. Naturally Percy got in the most trouble, but no one could figure out where the cucumber had come from, including him.
The second Field trip was to the Museum of Natural History in Manhattan and, Percy had been on his best behavior so he could go. His mom’s place was in Manhattan, and he liked the idea of being close to home. In fact, if he wanted to, he could hop a bus from the museum and be home in less than fifteen minutes. It was tempting, but not a good idea.
Keeping a group of 12-year-olds’ attention focused on old dusty artifacts was hard enough, but when one of them had ADHD and raging hormones, it was impossible. Percy stood in the back of the class, staring at one of his classmate’s asses, and wishing that the school dress code required girls to wear shorter skirts when someone called his name.
“Earth to Percy Jackson.” said Mr. Brunner. From the waist up the Latin teacher looked like the actor who played James Bond in the mid-90’s except for his hair. It was brown, curly and nearly touched his tweed jacket. From the waist down he was confined to a wheelchair; his legs covered by a blanket. His eyes were kind, but old. Like they’d seen a lot of stuff, and he tried not to let it get to him.
“Hm? Uh, I’m sorry. What was the question?” Percy asked, eyes scrambling around the room for clues as to what topic they were discussing. They were in the Greek and Roman section of the Museum, in front of a statue of three people. They were all naked. ‘That’s more my speed.’ He thought.
“I wanted to know if anyone knew the inspiration for this sculpture? Any guesses?”
Percy looked at the base of the statue and swore under his breath. The metal plate that normally would have given him the answer was too far away to make out and even if it wasn’t, he had dyslexia. The disorder had caused him no end of headaches in school, so much so, that he gave up trying by the end of each year. But he really tried his best in Mr. Brunner’s class. It wasn’t like he thought, ‘Hey, I’m totally gonna need to know Latin when I’m older.’ or that he would need to know the inner workings of Olympian politics to make it through high school, but because Mr. Brunner was the only teacher that seemed to genuinely care if he was doing well.
When reading didn’t work, Percy studied the statue. First there was a man on his knee’s clawing at his eyes and wailing in agony. Next to him was a woman, forearm to her head like she was about to faint and a hand on her exposed belly. A second woman stood behind them, glaring down at the two. She was larger than the couple. Not fat, in fact she looked pretty hot for a 5000-year-old piece of marble, but bigger. Like she was more important. Percy tried to think of any myths that might fit. Something about a man gouging out his eyes in shame sounded familiar but he wasn’t sure.
“Oedipus?” Percy guessed. Mr. Brunner’s old eyes brightened, and he knew he hit it right on the money.
“Excellent! Yes. This statue was inspired by the Sophocles’ play, Oedipus the King.” Mr. Brunner told the story of Queen Jocasta of Thebes who was so vain that she believed she could outshine the goddess of love herself. For her arrogance, Aphrodite cursed the queen with a prophesy that her unborn child would grow up to kill his father and fuck his mother. The crowd of kids made gagging noises and Percy’s cheeks flushed.
“To make a long story short, the king tasked a guard to get rid of the child, but instead the guard took the child to the king of Crete. He was raised there and eventually became the king. Through a series of coincidences or fate, he met and befriended his parents, not knowing who they were and proceeded to have a decade long affair with his mother until the truth was revealed.”
“What happened to him?” A girl in the front asked.
“Well, they don’t call it a Greek Tragedy for nothing. Oedipus blinded himself in shame, then fell off a cliff.”
As the class shuffled out of the room toward the next exhibit, a cold hand wrapped around Percy’s arm. It was his math teacher Mrs. Dodds, the second chaperone for the field trip.
“Mr. Jackson. A word, if you don’t mind.” She pulled him into a room opposite where the rest of the class had gone and closed the door. The place smelled musty, like old mothballs and had scaffolding around an unfinished display. Percy didn’t really like any of his teachers, (other than Mr. Brunner of course) but Mrs. Dodds was at the top of the list. She was a tall, skinny woman in her mid-twenties with jet black hair and a thing for leather. She wasn’t ugly by any means, in fact Percy thought she kind of looked like Taylor Swift, if the singer stopped blinking and became a dominatrix.
Percy constantly felt confused in her class and not just because pre-algebra was hard on his dyslexia. No, the hardest part was him. Literally. She wore these tight little leather outfits that drove him crazy. Most days he would fantasize about tearing her clothes off and shoving his cock down her throat or bending her over her desk and hate-fucking her from behind. It wasn’t just because she was hot, it was because she seemed to have it out for him. She constantly watched him and picked on him when she knew he didn’t know the answer. Then there were the constant chills when she was near him. There was a quote somewhere about the feeling you get when someone walks on your grave. Well, that’s what being around his math teacher was like. Horny and terrified.
“I know you took it! Where is it?” Mrs. Dodds shouted, snapping Percy out of his thoughts and remembering that he was about to get into trouble for something.
“What? I didn’t—” Percy stuttered, but she cut him off.
“Don’t lie to me! We know you took it!”
Percy shook his head, trying to clear his head and remember what he could have taken, but he came up with nothing. He didn’t know what she was talking about, but he was about to have another major problem. They were alone and Mrs. Dodds had for some reason decided to wear the most revealing outfit to date. She wore ripped leather pants that were easily as thin as a dish glove, so Percy could see the outline of her pussy clear as day. Her shirt wasn’t any better. It was a black leather corset that made her waist even smaller and pushed her large chest up so high that he could see part of her nipples poking out of the top. She topped off the ensemble with a black leather biker jacket that made him think of a ‘Hells Angels’ Barbie doll. His pants grew uncomfortably hard.
He hoped she wouldn’t notice the massive tent he just pitched, but no such luck. She glanced down in the middle of yelling at him and stopped talking. Her stern gaze slowly melted into a big smile, but it didn’t make Percy feel any better. Her eyes were still cold and she kind of looked like a cat about to play (or torture) a mouse before eating it.
‘Fuck it.’ Percy thought. There was no way he was getting out of trouble now, even if he could convince her that he didn’t have… whatever it was that she thought he took. ‘Might as well swing for the fences.’
“Look! I didn’t take anything. But if I did—I might be willing to give it back if you let me fuck you.” The moment he said it, he regretted it. He winced, expecting her to slap him and saw his future pass before his eyes like a very depressing silent movie. She’d get him tossed out of school. Unable to afford another Prep-School his mom and Gabe would ship him off to military school. His mouth and wild hormones would get him court marshaled for fucking the sergeant’s daughter and he’d spend the next 10-20 years in an 8 by 10 cell with his boyfriend, Sweaty Carl.
None of that happened though. When he opened his eyes, Mrs. Dodds didn’t look angry or offended. She looked shocked. Not the kind of ‘shocked’ a teacher should have from being propositioned to by a student, but like she was thinking, ‘It’s really that easy to get what I want?’
“Let me get this straight, you’ll give me the Κεραυνός if I let you fuck me?” she asked.
He didn’t know what Κεραυνός was, but he immediately began to apologize and prayed she would only give him a month’s worth of detentions instead of having him expelled. He was imagining what he would tell his mom about why he was home from school early when Mrs. Dodds made his brain short circuit.
Percy’s jaw dropped to the floor along with her jacket. Then her corset. Then her pants. She stood in front of him expectantly, hands on her hips, perky nipples pointed right at him like cold, pink daggers. “Well?” She asked, raising her eyebrow like she expected him to know what to do in situations like this.
Percy knew that stuff like this only happened in those cheesy porn movies, but he wasn’t thinking with his head anymore. It didn’t matter that at any second a camera crew would come bursting through the door and yell ‘You just got Punk’d!’ He dropped his pants and pulled his cock out, waving it at her as she got onto all fours and crawled over to him. She placed one hand around the shaft, stroking it a few times before taking him in her mouth.
“Oh god! Holy crap—I can’t believe this is happening.” Percy gasped as her tongue slithered around his lower head. He curled his fingers through her hair and helped her take more of him in her mouth. He pushed her down until he felt her nose touch his hips and she gagged violently. He released his grip, but she stayed were she was, choking herself on his dick. Percy wasn’t a proud person. Didn’t have much to be proud of, but he’d always known he was—gifted, down there. Fully erect he was just over 9 inches which, from his research, was well above average for a full-grown man. So that made Mrs. Dodd’s commitment to deepthroating him all the hotter.
She bobbed her head back and forth, extricating his shaft from her throat for half a second before diving back on it and slurping like crazy. He moaned as her tongue dragged along the underside of his cock near the base, then magically circled over the top like her tongue was just as long as his dick.
She sucked him off for two minutes before coming up for air. When she did, her face and his cock were sloppy with spit and precum. She inspected his dick like she was grading a test, looking to see if every answer had been filled in, then stated, “You’ve been lubed up enough.”
She turned around and stuck out her ass for him. Putting her face to the cold laminate floor, she spread her pale ass-cheeks so he could choose which hole to stick it in.
The situation, plus the decision was almost too much for Percy to handle. ‘I’ve got to be the luckiest guy alive!’ he thought as he got behind her and aimed for her pussy. He’d read about teachers getting in trouble for doing stuff like this with students, then seen kids go on primetime tv and say how wrong it was, but Percy knew they were full of it. Everyone at some time in their lives had a crush on a teacher and would have killed to be in his position. He wasn’t about to waste his chance.
“Oh, fuck yes!” he moaned as he pushed into her. His dick sinking four inches into her pussy on the first thrust, making her grunt with pleasure. Percy picked up his pace quickly, bucking his hips hard and slapping her ass. “That’s it baby, you love getting fucked from behind, don’t you? That’s a good little slut.”
This wasn’t his first time, clearly, but it was the first time he’d fucked a teacher in the middle of a public museum where the risk of getting caught wasn’t if, it was when. But from the moment her pussy fully engulfed him, and she started twerking that fat ass on his dick, moaning like a whore as she used him to get off, none of that mattered. He was gonna live in this moment as long as he could.
“Ugh Yes! Just like that! Back that ass up!” Percy exclaimed.
“Ah—Ahha!—am I doing good? Is this—is this what you want?” moaned Mrs. Dodds.
“Oh yeah! Your pussy is so hot! Its gonna make me cum!”
“Cum—ugh—cumming is good… What is that? You just hit—FUCK! Something is—AGHHH!”
Mrs. Dodds seemed to vibrate like she was having a seizure. Her pussy spasmed around his cock like it was her first ever orgasm. The warm folds milked his pulsing member, begging him to cum inside her tight pussy.
Percy was so lost in the pleasure of her cunt that he started to hallucinate. His vision blurred for a second and he could have sworn he saw wings jutting out of her back. He blinked twice to clear his vision, then everything looked normal again. Well, mostly. He was still balls deep in his hot math teacher and he was about to blow his load. He let her know he was close by increasing his pace by ten times. Percy threw his hips back, pulling out inch by inch until only the tip teased her gaping pussy lips, then he slammed his hips forward, burying all 9+ inches into her in a single, violent thrust. He repeated the process as many times as he could, as fast as he could until he felt her climax again.
“Oh FUUUCKK! Give it to me! Give it to me! I haven’t felt this good for eons!” Mrs. Dodds screeched. Her moans of pleasure echoed off the empty walls, but they were sharp, primal noises. Kind of like a wailing screech. It would have been a bit of a turn off had her pussy not squeezed his shaft like it was the rope in gym class and the only thing keeping him from plumiting 15 feet down to the mat. She kept him inside as she finished creaming on his cock for a second time.
That was enough to push Percy over the edge. He fired three thick wads of cum into her hungry twat, then pulled out and finished on her ass, his white jizz contrasting nicely with the red handprints where he’d spanked her.
He left his cock between her ass as he caught his breath, then noticed that she was staring at he over her shoulder expectantly. She made no move to retrieve her clothes and didn’t seem to be experiencing any post-orgasm regret about fucking him, which bode well for him, but the look in her eyes made him nervous.
“What?” he asked.
“You fucked me. Now, where is it, boy?”
Percy was confused for a second, then remembered how this had started in the first place. “Oh yeah—about that… I didn’t take anything—”
Mrs. Dodds jumped up so fast it knocked him flat on his ass. She let out an inhuman roar then began to change right in front of him. Her skin turned dark grey, and she sprouted a second set of arms from her ribcage. Both sets elongated and grew into purple veined batwings. Her legs bowed and her feet cracked the floor as they turned into talons. A leathery tail sprouted above her ass and coiled its way around her leg, smearing his cum that continued to leak out of her pussy. Her eyes glowed red, and if it was possible for her face to get any crueler, it did.
“Holy Shit!” Percy scrambled back along the floor as Mrs. Dodds took to the air, flapping her bat wings.
“We know you have it! Give it to us! GIVE US THE LIGHTNING BOLT!”
She dove at him and, acting on instinct, he dodged just in time. She missed him by an inch and crashed into the scaffolding, sending shards of twisted metal and wood into the wall. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Percy screamed, terror making it hard to move.
“Percy!”
Percy whipped his head around and saw Mr. Brunner in his wheelchair by the side door. The Latin teacher reached into his coat pocket pulled out something small and tossed it to him. “Defend yourself! It is a mighty weapon!”
Percy caught it, hoping for a gun or—a pen? He looked at the generic ballpoint pen then back at Mr. Brunner like he was out of his mind. “—This is a pen… This is a PEN!”
Another crash as Mrs. Dodds freed herself from the scaffolding and zeroed in on him again. “Uncap it you fool!” Mr. Brunner shouted. As the monster charged.
Percy flicked the cap off and the pen grew into a long, hand and a half bronze sword. The same sword Percy had seen Mr. Brunner use during tournament days in class.
Mrs. Dodds lunged, claws extended, ready to rend his flesh apart. Percy arched the sword up and felt it tear through leathery wings. Mrs. Dodds exploded into yellow dust.
When the dust cleared, Percy was alone in the room. No Mrs. Dodds, no Mr. Brunner and no sword. Just his pants around his ankles.
***
Percy had gotten one thing right: no one believed him. Not about getting frisky with his math teacher. Or about the fact that she turned into a monster and tried to kill him. Nor about how she thought he stole a freaking lightning bolt. None of it. But the strangest part, and the one that pissed him off the most, was that nobody would admit that they’d even had a teacher named Mrs. Dodds that year. He hated to admit it, but there was a chance he really was crazy and imagined the whole incident at the museum, but there was no way that he could have made up a teacher being there for half of the year. It was like the entire school had come together to gaslight him. He’d casually slip Mrs. Dodd’s name into conversation and to everyone’s credit, no one broke. They really seemed to have no idea what he was talking about. Most kids just looked at him weirdly, but Nancy Bobofit felt the need to torment him about it. He took the verbal abuse as long as he could, but eventually had to put her in her place.
The only thing that convinced him he wasn’t crazy was that Grover sucked at lying. Every time he brought it up the guy choked. He’d even caught him talking to Mr. Brunner about it late one night, but when confronted, he denied it.
Truthfully, Percy didn’t care. It had felt like a horrible acid trip, and he’d just as soon believe it was a hallucination. It was the end of the year, and he was ready to get home and see his mom. Unfortunately, the second altercation with Nancy had been the last straw the school needed to ‘not invite him back’ next year. Percy had sucker punched her in the stomach then made her suck him off in the cafeteria in front of the whole school. Percy really didn’t see the problem at this point, but the school agreed it was… excessive to say the least.
Percy thought it was great that Grover tagged along for his trip back into the city, but it became clear something was agitating him. He kept trying to get him to talk about Mrs. Dodds, but Percy was preoccupied with seeing his mom again.
Just like her son, Sally Jackson had a hard life, but you wouldn’t know it by talking to her. There was little reason she should be content; a simple job in Grand Central Station as a candy striper, crappy deadbeat husband who treated her like shit, and a kid, who despite his best efforts to stay out of trouble, kept getting expelled from schools. This made six schools in six years. But despite all that, she was still a bafflingly happy person, and he loved her for it.
She’d had Percy a month before her 17th birthday and had to drop out of school to raise him. Her family had disowned her for getting knocked up before marriage. At least that’s what she told him, but he could tell there was more to it, he just never pushed the subject. It had been just him and his mom till he was seven, then she met and married Gabe Ugliano, who was by far the biggest asshole Percy had ever met. Plain and simple; and Percy, for the life of him, couldn’t figure out why she stayed with that Pig.
Once they were married, Gabe had insisted that Percy go off to boarding school just to get rid of him. Over summer and winter breaks when he was allowed to come home, he got to watch Gabe treat his mom like a maid, making her service him and his poker buddies, then groped her right in front of him. Percy had almost come to blows with the guy on multiple occasions, but his mom had stopped him, saying “He’s been good to us in ways you just can’t understand yet. You just have to trust me.” After, she’d take him out for ice cream or to a movie. Something just for the two of them.
The one thing he most looked forward to was also the thing he feared might not happen this year. Not in light of his recent expulsion. Every summer his mom would rent a small cabin down in Montauk and they’d spend a full weekend together. All their normal worries with school or work didn’t matter. There was no Smelly Gabe to give him a hard time. Just him and his mom, watching old movies and spending hours at the beach. It had always been the highlight of his summer…and that was before last year.
Last summer had been particularly hard on Percy. Gabe pretty much kicked him out of the apartment from 7:00am and wouldn’t let him back in until well after his mom got home from work.
“Go get a job!” Gabe had shouted at him down the stairs.
“Dude, I’m eleven!” Percy responded, telling Gabe where he could shove his ‘job’ and was rewarded with an empty beer can tossed at his head.
His mom worked hard, even though she didn’t make much. She concealed any spare cash she made from Gabe and hid it in a jar under the sink for their trip to Montauk, but that year there had been some unexpected bills.
She was able to get it sorted out, but it had delayed their trip till the last weekend of the summer. A few weeks before he started at Yancy Academy and a month before his birthday. The wait had been well worth it as it turned out.
Their first night, after a long day of playing on the beach, chasing sea turtles and going out for dinner, Percy and his mom crashed on the couch in the living room. Sally brought a bag of blue jellybeans out that she got from work for them to share, then went to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of Tennessee whisky out of a cupboard. He couldn’t recall his mom drinking anything stronger than a glass of wine after a hard day dealing with his stepfather. She dropped a few ice cubes in a cup, poured herself a glass then returned to the couch next to him.
They watched two full movies on the 10-year-old Tv, but thinking back Percy couldn’t remember which ones. It wasn’t the most memorable part of the night. That had started when his mom suddenly started talking about his dad. Up until that night he could have counted the things he knew about his dad on one hand. Every time he brought the topic up his mom would look so sad. All she’d told him was that his father was an important man and had to go away before he was born.
That had always made Percy angry. ‘How could he just leave us. If he was so important he should have taken us with him. My mom deserves someone who loves her, not someone like Smelly Gabe. Not someone who abandon’s their kids…’ He wanted to find his dad and kick his ass, but his heart was conflicted. Under those feelings of resentment was a boy’s desire to know who he was and who his father was. A desperate longing for answers. Why was he the way that he was? Did he get anything from his father other than daddy issues?
Percy glanced at the counter as the credits rolled and saw the bottle of whisky half empty. Sadly, he was all too familiar about the effects alcohol had on a person’s behavior, but his mom wasn’t like Gabe. She was a good person, so those traits were amplified. He decided to take the opportunity to ask more about his dad. ‘Maybe I’ll get some more information. Maybe she’ll finally tell me his name.’ he thought.
She didn’t, but she did tell him how they met here at this cabin when she was a girl. “It was like he’d just appeared out of the ocean and swept me off my feet. He was tan and strong with big arms, but his hands were soft. Gentle. They knew just where I like being touched…” His mom trailed off for a second, lost in memory, then she looked at him and giggled softly. “I see a lot of your father in you Percy. You are strong—and kind. You lift me up when I’m feeling low—"
With each complement his face grew redder. He felt both embarrassed by the praise and exceptionally proud, but there was something else. Something hot stirring in his gut, working its way down into his crotch.
“—I love you.” His mom kissed him on the forehead, then on each cheek and finally the lips.
Percy tensed because the kiss wasn’t a normal motherly peck, but a full, deep kiss filled with yearning. He froze, unsure what to do, then the next moment his head exploded. It was like fireworks had gone off inside his skull, setting all his neurons ablaze and unlocking something that had been buried deep in the recesses of his mind. Heat spread down his torso toward his crotch, and he returned the kiss with just as much enthusiasm.
They continued to kiss for a minute before she pulled away, jumped off the couch and covered her mouth. “Oh shit shit fuck… Percy I’m so sorry honey—I shouldn’t have done that!”
Percy felt offended. That had been the best (and first) kiss he’d ever had. As he looked at his mom he began to see her differently. When his vision was not obscured by the lens of parentage, he realized that his mom was a knockout. Sally had thick light brown hair that cascaded down her back and over her shoulders. She normally had it in a ponytail for work, but Percy thought it looked much better this way. She was average height, a bit taller than he was, and had an hourglass figure. They’d come straight in from the beach to watch the movies, so she was still in her swimsuit. A red two-piece bikini that showed off her toned stomach and large chest. Percy didn’t know how it had been possible for him to miss all that, being a growing boy and all, but now he couldn’t stop staring and he was painfully aware his shirt was off, and his dick was hard as a rock.
“Oh, gods that was so inappropriate.” Said his mom, about to have a panic attack. “Honey, please I—” Percy stopped her from spiraling by standing up and kissing her this time.
That was his second kiss ever, and it made him feel like his heart might explode out of his chest. His mom’s lips were wet and soft and felt really good, so he kissed her again. Then again. She didn’t stop him, and he took that as permission to continue, but he didn’t know what to do next. No one had given him ‘The Talk’ yet and he only had a basic academic understanding of what he needed to do.
Just then, a burst of confidence washed over him like a tidal wave, and he heard a voice in his head. ‘Don’t think, son. Just do. Let your instincts guide you.’ It was less than a whisper, like the sound of a gentle breeze carrying leaves on the wind or the trickle of a stream. More of a feeling than a voice.
He listened, wrapping his arms around his mom’s waist and pulling her closer. Her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, and he felt her nipples through the fabric of her top. She put her arms around his neck and moaned into his mouth, kissing him back now with enthusiasm. As his lips parted, she pushed between them and began exploring his mouth with her tongue. ‘Oh god this feels so good!’ he thought, his dick twitched in response, pressing hard against her leg.
Moving on instinct again, Percy readjusted his stance, so his raging boner poked between her legs, then he moved his hands up her back to the knots keeping her top in place. In one quick motion he pulled the strings loose and tore the bikini away, setting his mom’s perfect tits free.
“Percy!” She gasped, blushing so hard he couldn’t help blushing too. She sounded surprised but didn’t cover them up or attempt to retrieve her top. He kissed her again, pushing his tongue into her mouth this time. She hummed pleasantly and sucked on his tongue. He kept one hand on her back as the other explored her boobs. They were soft and tanned, just like the rest of her, and they were so big he couldn’t fit his hand around even one. She gasped and arched her back as his fingers brushed over her nipples. Another surge of instinct told him to escalate even more.
Sally whimpered involuntarily as he broke their kiss, then moaned as he started placing wet kisses down her neck. “Oh yes—Just like that baby. Keep going!”
Percy placed a trail of kisses down her neck, over her clavicle then all over her tits. Both hands working overtime now, massaging, twisting, doing anything he could think of to make her feel good. Finally, he got to her nipples. He kissed each one, flicking them with his tongue and enjoyed the sounds she made, then he took the right into his mouth.
“Oh gods! Fuck yes—Percy baby! Lick Mommy’s titties!” Sally cried. She put her hands on his arms for support.
Spurred on by her words, he continued with delight. Percy licked circles around her erect nipples, flicking them with his tongue and savoring the taste of her flesh. He gave each boob equal treatment, sucking on one and playing with the other till his mom began to shake. He almost stopped to see if she was okay, but she put a hand behind his head and said, “It’s okay honey! Keep going! I’m almost—almost THERE!”
When she stopped vibrating, she kissed him again with even more passion behind her lips. Percy wanted to keep sucking on her tits, but before he could make the move, he felt her hand reach into his swim trunks and wrap around his dick. He tensed again as a jolt of pleasure shot through him.
Percy watched, his eyes as big as saucers, as his mom got on her knees, hooked her thumbs around his shorts and pulled his dick out. “Woah honey! When the hell did this get so big?” she asked, taking ahold of the shaft with both hands.
“I—I don’t know. I never noticed.” he said.
Sally purred like a cat and lightly slapped herself in the face with it. “It’s huge!” she said, giggling like a schoolgirl on Christmas morning. “—looks like another thing you got from your dad.”
Percy felt pride and revulsion all at once, but it was quickly replaced by searing pleasure as his mom ran her tongue along the bottom of his cock like it was a popsicle then took the head into her pretty mouth.
‘Holy fucking shit! Oh no oh god! My mom’s sucking my dick!’
Sally’s pouty lips smiled around his shaft then got off with an audible pop! She giggled again and began licking him like he did her tits. Her tongue flew across his dick with skill and speed, lapping up and down like a dog and getting it nice and wet.
“Oh my—ahhh fuuck—Mom! How are you so good at this?” gasped Percy as she placed a tender kiss on the head.
Sally looked pleased with herself and said, “A lot of practice when I was younger… Mommy’s always had a thing for guys with huge cocks. I like to take them DEEP—” She engulfed 6 full inches in one go then started to go to town.
She grabbed the base of his cock and jerked him off with both hands while deepthroating his member as best she could. She held him in her throat for a three count, pulled him off, then inhaled him again. Saliva frothed around the edges of her mouth and connected her lips to his cock each time she came up for air. His mom was a professional cock sucker, and he stood no chance. In under a minute, he felt his balls tighten and his dick swell in her hands.
“Oh fuck fuck fuck! Mom, something’s happening!” he shouted, grabbing her hair like horse reins.
“It’s okay baby! Let me have it all!” Sally begged, taking him in her mouth as he came.
“Ugh—uhh-Ahhh!”
His mom gagged around his spasming shaft as he shot countless warm loads down her throat. Her face was red from strain, and it looked like she couldn’t breathe, but she kept him in her mouth until his dick began to deflate and she finished swallowing his load.
“Mom—aha—that was—that was AMAZING!” Percy said between breaths.
“No, you were amazing! No one’s cum in my mouth like that in… well, a long time.” She grinned from ear to ear. Saliva and a bit of cum dripped from his deflated cock to her chest and she scooped it up with her fingers and licked them clean. “We’ll have to wait a little while to do anything else—to give you time to—uhhh—bounce back.”
Percy didn’t want to stop. In fact, he doubted he ever wanted to do anything other than this again. He willed himself to get hard again and to his (and his mom’s) astonishment it actually worked. Percy’s cock rose steadily, filling with blood and determination until he was fully erect again.
“—Or not.” His mom said, salivating like she was looking at an expensive three coarse meal. She grabbed his slick shaft and put it between her breasts and pushed them together so only the head poked out. “Mhmm your cock looks so handsome between my big titties, don’t you think?’
“God yes!!” Percy agreed, inhaling sharply as she began fucking him with her boobs. Up and down. Up and down. His dick slid seamlessly between her soft melons, then poked out into the open like a groundhog looking for his shadow. Or in this case, her mouth.
Sally stuck out her tongue and licked his cock with each thrust upward through her slutty boobs. She did this for five minutes, occasionally reaching underneath to fondle his balls. When she could tell he was getting close to another orgasm, she dropped her tits and jerked him off faster, both hands flying up and down his shaft while she suckled the tip.
“I’m almost there!” Percy warned, feeling his balls clench up again and heat rise through his cock.
“I want you to throat-fuck me as you cum!” his mom pleaded with a wild look in her eye.
Percy hadn’t heard the term before then, but his primal instincts seemed to know exactly what to do. He grabbed her head and shoved his cock down her throat as far as it would go. He ran his hands through her hair again and pulled on the reins, holding her on his cock until she started choking, then he began thrusting in and out at a brutal pace. His balls, wet with her spit, slapped her in the chin as he face-fucked her. He held eye contact with her as she took his meat in and out, slobbering like a fiend while her gaze seemed to thank him.
After a minute he fired another round of jizz down her throat. He groaned with immense pleasure as she slurped him down a second time. However, this time she wasn’t able to hold her breath long enough to take every drop. She gasped for air as she pulled off his cock and he fired the rest of his load into her face.
As Percy watched his cum land on her cheeks and nose, he had an overwhelming feeling of accomplishment. He felt like the king of the jungle. The leader of the pack. Marking his property so everyone around knew who Sally Jackson belonged to.
‘That’s right Gabe, she’s mine now so you can go right ahead and fuck off.’ Percy imagined saying to his stepfather. But he knew she wasn’t really his… not yet anyway. He thought of all the nature documentaries he’d seen and his own limited exposure to sex ed, and he knew there was only one way to mark his territory.
Sally had put up a finger, signaling she needed a minute, and ran to the kitchen. Percy watched her beautiful tits bounce as she ran to the sink to clean up. He appreciated it, he really wanted to kiss her again, but didn’t want to taste himself. His eyes fell to her shapely ass, barely contained by the red swimsuit bottoms and the trail of juices going down her leg.
‘It’s been long enough—’ he thought. ‘—time for those babies to come off.’ He stepped fully out of his trunks and followed his mom into the small kitchen.
Sally had finished washing her face and tits and was halfway through a fifth? —no sixth— glass of whisky when Percy appeared behind her. He made a show of checking her out so he could get the exact position of the knots holding her bikini bottom in place. Sally blushed and brushed her hair behind her ear. He leaned up and kissed her, getting a taste of the alcohol on her tongue and as she returned it, he made his move.
She was naked faster then she could register with two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy.
“Oh Gods!” She gasped, throwing her head back as his fingers explored her vagina.
Part of Percy wanted to take his time, experiment, maybe see what she tasted like, but a bigger part of him was hard as a rock again and wanted nothing more than to bury itself in his mom’s pussy.
He fingered her while teasing one of her legs up onto the counter, so he had a full view of his mom’s most private area. Her pussy was bald and smooth, like baby skin. Above it was a small patch of hair trimmed into a strange shape. ‘Is that a fork?’ Percy grabbed his dick with his right hand and rubbed it along her slick pussy as his fingers worked their way out.
He’d barely put the head in when his mom put her hand on his chest, stopping him. “Woah wait! Honey no—oh god… shit shit shit!” She pushed him away and walked back into the living room.
He followed and when she got close, she covered her tits. “Mom, what’s wrong?” he asked.
“Fuck… this whole thing is wrong—honey I’m so sorry! I should’ve never let you—I mean, it was really fun, but— Oh god’s I let you cum in my mouth!” she stammered, unable to finish one thought before failing to describe the next.
“It’s okay Mom. Just take a breath. Here—” he gestured to the couch. “—take a seat.”
She sat on the ground instead and hugged her knees to her chest. Percy wasn’t sure if she was trying to cover herself up again or not, but if she was, it wasn’t working. Her tits spilled out from behind her knees, and he could still see her pussy glistening between her legs despite her apparent regret.
“Mom, I’m not sure what I did, but if—”
“No! It’s not your fault! You did nothing wrong—What we did… it was really bad! I mean you were GREAT—excellent in fact—but you’re my son. We can’t have sex—even if it might be just what I—NO!”
Percy had never seen his mom like this before. Maybe it was the alcohol, guilt or something else entirely, but whatever it was it seemed to have ignited a battle in her head over whether she genuinely wanted to fuck him or had taken advantage of him while she was drunk.
He didn’t want to tell her how to feel, but he was most definitely fine with being taken advantage of, and looking down at his cock, he knew that he genuinely wanted to fuck her. Percy did his best to reassure her, but she was too conflicted, and his dick was getting painfully hard with nothing to put it in.
When she made a move to try and grab her clothes and end the fun they’d had for good, his head exploded into fireworks again. Waves of horny instincts and a primal need to fornicate swelled in his head like a water-balloon. He wanted to bend her over and ram his dick into her whether she wanted it or not, even though he knew she did. That feeling grew and grew until it finally burst, and he took the choice out of her hands.
Percy jumped on her like he used to do when he was little, wrestling with her then pinning her to the floor. She’d let him win then, but this time he seemed to call on strength he didn’t know he had. He twisted her arms behind her back then spread her legs, rubbing his thick meat along her wet slit as she shook her head, begging him to stop.
“PERCY PLEASE! We can’t!” She shouted, real tears formed around her eyes, but despite his forcefulness she didn’t try to push him off like she did in the kitchen.
Her pussy quivered under his touch, and he felt the power he held over her like a drug. He could do anything he wanted to her and there was nothing she could do about it, or he could honor her wishes and let her go, even though he KNEW she didn’t really want him to stop. “Sorry Mom. I have too!” he said and pushed inside her.
Tonight, had been filled with a lot of new experiences for Percy, but this one had them all beat by a landslide. His mom’s pussy felt tailer made for him. He slid in perfectly like her cunt was the lock and his dick the master key.
“OH MY GODS PERCY!—Take it out!” his mom begged, eyes wide with panic, fear, and not a small amount of thrill. “Please… If you don’t I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” he asked, cupping her chin in between his thumb and finger, and making her look him in the eyes as he pushed his cock deeper into her folds.
“I—I—I can’t handle it!” Sally gasped and tried to shake her head, maybe hoping to wake up, but no such luck. Percy leaned in to kiss her, putting more weight behind his thrusts and capturing her lips when she screamed out. She returned the kiss willingly, moaning louder and louder into his mouth as he worked his cock in and out of her grateful pussy. “Oh shit!—it’s so fucking big… and—” She looked away, face so red she could have passed for a strawberry.
Percy could see and feel her wearing down. “And?” he prompted.
“And—and it feels sooo good…” his mom whispered it so quiet like she was afraid the empty room would tell everyone back home what they were doing. “Percy…this is so wrong.”
Percy stopped mid-thrust, his cock half buried inside her and waited. He didn’t have to wait long. ‘There it is!’ He thought half a second later as he felt the slight arch of her back push him deeper into her quivering love-box. It was all the confirmation he needed that she wanted it…BAD.
He pulled all the way out and her cunt whimpered in protest. “But I’ve never felt anything so RIGHT!” he said, slamming his meat all the way to the hilt and making her scream with pleasure. “Your pussy is so hot Mom, and I know you love my cock going in and out of you— Just.”
Thrust
“—Like.”
Thrust
“—This!”
Slam!
“AAGGHH!—AHHHA!— Ohmygod! Ohmygod! OHMYGODSSsss!” Sally screamed with pleasure as she was violently railed into the carpet.
‘Fuuuuck! Her pussy is incredible!’ Percy thought. “Come on mom. Tell me you want it!”
Sally gave in. She wrapped her legs around her son and started meeting his thrusts with her own. “You’re right, Percy! You’re right! I want it, just don’t stop!—Don’t stop!” she begged.
“I wouldn’t even think about it!” Percy said triumphantly, embracing her again.
After Percy fucked the minor panic attack out of his mom, the two of them humped like rabbits in heat, breaking half the pieces of furniture and covering the rest in sweat and juices. When they moved out onto the beach, they almost got caught by a guy walking his dog and the risky nature of what they were doing made them both explode in orgasm. Percy had to shove his cock down her throat again, because she wouldn’t stop cumming so loud. If he didn’t then they totally would have gotten caught.
When they finally got to the bedroom, they were soaking wet from a dip in the ocean. “Damn Mom! You look sexy all dripping wet. It makes your tits all shiny.” he said, sucking on one of her perky nipples.
“The ocean isn’t the only thing that’s making me wet.” Said his mom, grabbing his 9-inch dick and using it to flick her bean.
Percy flipped her around and pushed her up against the sliding glass door. The door faced the residential side opposite the beach and if anyone looked in their general direction, they would see his mom getting fucked like a whore. He thrust in, sheathing himself in her tight folds for the umpteenth time that night.
“Oh Percy! You make me cum soo hard! Never stop fucking me!” Sally cooed, massaging her tits into the glass, the cold making them painfully hard, just the way he liked them.
Percy spanked her juicy ass and worked up a healthy pace. He felt his orgasm coming slower this time which he guessed meant it might be his last one for the night and he wanted to make it count. There was still one thing he wanted to do, and he needed him and his mom to cum at the same time to do it. He started by getting her a little riled up.
“Ugh—hey Mom, look over there. Those guys are waving at you.”
“Oh god, where?” Sally stopped moaning and looked across the street to the house Percy was pointing at. There was some kind of party going on and there were people on the back porch. Every now and then a person could be seen walking passed one of the lit windows.
“I bet if you moan loud enough, they’ll come on over.” He teased. He’d realized after the 3rd time that his mom came the hardest when she was afraid and embarrassed.
“No, Percy they can’t see—” Sally started to move away from the window, but Percy pulled her arms behind her back and used them as handles to keep her pressed firmly to the glass while he picked up his pace.
“They can watch all they like Mom, I don’t mind—” He whispered in her ear, and she shuddered. “—as long as they know that this is MY pussy!” He buried himself to the hilt. “—and this is my slutty mouth!”
Sally’s eyes rolled up into her head as Percy covered her mouth and pistoned into her at record speeds. She creamed around his cock and screamed with pleasure so loudly that it would have woken everyone within two blocks had her son not had her gagged.
Percy felt his mom’s juices splash his thighs and immediately turned her toward the bed. He laid down on top of her and kissed her passionately, wrestling with her tongue while he thrust in and out of her spasming hole while she continued to go through micro-orgasms.
“ Ugh! Mom I’m so close!” Percy said, his balls swelling as they slapped against her ass.
“Me too sweetheart! I’m almost there!—Just a little more—” Sally cried, gripping the sheets as he put on one final burst of speed. “Yes baby yes! Make me cream all over your huge fuckin’ cock! I’M CUMMMING!”
Percy shouted in release and fired load after load into his mom’s unprotected pussy, filling her womb to the brim leaving only one place for the rest of his jizz to go. He collapsed on her soft tits and passed out from exhaustion as his baby seed oozed out of her pussy.
The next morning Percy had worried that his mom would be filled with shame and regret for having fucked him again, but thankfully it seemed like the opposite. He’d woken up to her, completely sober, giving him sloppy head, then climbing on top of him. The rest of their holiday weekend they fucked like a newlywed couple on their honeymoon, and it didn’t stop there.
Percy and his mom’s dynamic changed after that trip. She was still his mom, and everything that came with that was still present in some ways, but there was now this extra layer to their relationship that manifested in the best way imaginable. When they got back home, life return to normal for the first few days. Mom went to work. Gabe yelled at him. Mom made him feel better. Rinse and repeat. But now Sally had a few new ways to make him feel better and she did so with great enthusiasm. Every time she was angry with Gabe she would stay in his room and he would fuck her sweet ass and cuckhold his prick of a stepfather. Or when they went off to the movies it was so they could find a dark corner to be together. One night on the internet also up’d his game in a number of ways.
If nothing else it was a quality-of-life improvement, but it had only lasted a few weeks before he had to go back to school.
As he sat on the bus next to Grover, he thought about how he hadn’t been allowed to come home that year for Christmas break, something about Gabe’s extended family being in town and not wanting a punk kid hanging around. He wondered if his mom still had the hots for him and prayed that she had the car already packed for their trip.
Percy ditched Grover when they got to the city. He felt a little bad about abandoning him, but if he knew what was waiting for Percy that weekend… ‘Well… he might tell me I was a sick fuck.’ Percy thought. In any event, Percy was still happy to get away from him and that bus. Grover hadn’t stopped talking the entire ride home and most of what he said made no sense, then the bus had broken down and Percy had a weird interaction with three grandmothers huddled together in identical rocking chairs. He had no idea what three grandmothers where doing on the side of the road, but they seemed to stare into his very soul. They took a pair of gardening shears and chopped a piece of string connected to a hat they were all knitting.
Percy had doubled over like he’d been struck in the stomach and a feverish chill rolled down his back. He didn’t know who the grannies were, but he never wanted to see them again. After that, Grover just looked at him like he was a walking corpse. So yeah, he was happy to get away from Mr. Doom and Gloom.
***
Six blissful hours was all he got before things went to shit. His wish had come true, and his mom had been waiting for him on the steps leading up to their apartment. She had on her long tan trench coat that she used on chilly summer nights. Her hair was tied up in a messy ponytail like she’d rushed to get ready in time. She was still wearing her work shoes, and they were scuffed from walking home.
“Welcome home!” She hugged him, then helped him load his stuff into the back of Gabe’s 1967 Cherry-Red Mustang.
“What happened to the Honda?” Percy asked.
“It’s in the shop. Gabe was nice enough to let us use his car for the weekend.” She said, shutting the trunk with some effort.
‘Yeah right.’ He thought. ‘Gabe being nice? No, it wasn’t in him.’ Percy exhaled through clenched teeth and tried not to think what his mom would have had to do to be allowed to use the car.
“You ready to hit the road?” she asked. His mom’s beautiful smile instantly lifting his mood.
“Heck yeah.” He said, sliding in the passenger seat.
Any questions he had about his mom’s view of their relationship disappeared as they passed the city limits. She opened her coat to show him that she was wearing sexy blue lingerie underneath just for him then kissed him. As she drove, he rubbed his hand along the inside of her thigh and played with her pussy.
Traffic and the weather made the two-hour trip take twice as long, but Percy found ways to entertain himself. He had a contest against himself to see how many times he could make his mom cum without his dick. ‘13 times!’ It wasn’t his first choice, but he couldn’t find a good angle to fuck her while she was driving. (and believe me, he looked for one) His mom had given him head when the traffic had come to a standstill, but it started up again before he could finish.
Suffice it to say, when they got to the cabin, after four hours of teasing and near misses they didn’t even make it out of the car. Percy shoved his mom’s upper half out of the car window and started humping her brains out. She took his dick like a pro for an hour in broad daylight as neighbors strolled past the rental, unashamedly snapping pictures with their phones. Bad news was that a video of Sally getting railed in her husband’s car by someone other than Gabe circulated the internet for a few years, but on the upside, no one could make out Percy’s face so his mom was just a whore. Not a felon.
After Percy finished desecrating Gabe’s prized possession, (and by that he meant his Mustang.) he and his mom unpacked the car and hopped in the shower for another quickie. Then they went to dinner and came back to relax. Percy threw a movie on while his mom stripped naked and cuddled up to him on the couch.
“What’d you put on?” she asked, resting her head in his lap while he played with her ass.
“Oh—it’s nothing, just something I picked up from school. I think you’ll like it.” He said as the opening credits rolled showing a ‘Anal Party 7: Don’t tell my Husband’, an X-rated movie he’d ripped off the school’s computer after he got past the firewall. His mom looked worried, like, ‘How the hell did you get this at school?’ and her eyes said, ‘You think hardcore anal is relaxing? How about you try it, naughty boy.’ She watched it with him anyway, making little comments about one position being better than another or telling him that they needed to try a specific move later, all while slurping on his cock.
He was about to cum when someone banged on the front door so hard it shook the hinges.
His mom stopped sucking and listened, only hearing the rain. Percy on the other hand was so startled that he came on his mom’s face. “What the—ooohhh fuucckkk UGH!”
Sally jerked as the hot semen hit her cheek just below her eye then wrapped her mouth around the spasming member to catch the rest, but before she could there was another knock at the door.
Sally’s mouth dropped open, releasing all the collected jizz down her chin and onto her tits. Percy would have asked for a picture of that had she not looked so concerned. She grabbed her silk bathrobe off the back of the couch and through it on. Not bothering to wipe his cum off her face she through the door open and his world turned upside down.
Panting in the doorway, soaking wet from the rain was his friend Grover. At least, half of him was. From his waist down Grover looked like he was wearing pants made of his grandfather’s carpet, a shaggy brown mess from the early seventies. However, near the bottom where his feet should have been he had…hooves?
“Ran—for hours—why did you leave?” he gasped, hands on his knees.
“Uh—hey man… Ugh it’s not really a good time right now.” Percy mumbled pretty sure that last orgasm had fried his brain or something. It was the only explanation for his friend’s hairy rear end, and his lack of reaction to his half naked mom.
“Percy! What happened at school?” His mom asked, deep concern growing on her face.
Percy didn’t know what to tell her until Grover said to start with Mrs. Dodds. “Ah HA! I knew it!” Percy resisted the urge to throw his towel off and kick the crap out of goat-boy for lying to him for months. Instead, he told his mom about Mrs. Dodds—the monster part. Not the sex part.
“Is he in danger?” His mom asked.
Grover nodded, “Sally, we need to go. —Like right NOW!”
Sally didn’t bother putting on anything more than her shoes and Percy barely had enough time to find his pants before they rushed out of there. Within 2 minutes they were flying down a Long Island country road while Percy attempted to get dressed. As they drove, Percy just got more and more confused. His mom bombarded him with revelations that he didn’t know what to do with. They were heading to some kind of Camp his dad had wanted him to go to? A camp for ‘special’ kids where he would be safe…
“Safe? Safe from what?” Just as the words left his mouth, something big hit their car. Percy’s head hit the window as the car rolled. Flipping sideways three times before coming to a stop on the opposite side of the road.
Percy’s eyes shot open, and he winced. Nothing seemed to be broken but when he touched his head, his fingers came away bloody. “Mom!” he called.
“I’m—I’m okay honey!” his mom said after a moment. She was dangling from her seatbelt and that’s when Percy realized the car had flipped.
“Mmmmm foooood…” Grover groaned from the back see.
Percy crawled out the broken window, cutting his hand on some glass then went around to help his mom. He cut her down and helped her out of the car. She looked okay, just a little banged up, but nothing major. As he was pulling Grover out by his hooved feet, a monstrous roar filled the night air.
On the opposite side of the road, out of the stalks of corn rose a massive black form. It bellowed again, a horrible sound like a mix between the T-Rex from Jurassic Park and a cow with indigestion. Flocks of birds fled in terror and Percy wanted to do the same.
“What the FUCK IS THAT!” Percy shouted, pulling at Grover’s legs harder.
“Percy RUN!” His mom yelled.
He threw Grover over his shoulder and followed his mom as she ran into the woods behind the crashed mustang.
“Where are we going!?” Percy yelled, terror in his veins as he heard the sound of something massive tearing apart the car.
“The camp isn’t far! We have to get you to the boarder!”
‘A camp is gonna protect us from THAT?’ He doubted it, but didn’t have the lung capacity to say so. He just kept following his mom.
They reached the top of a small hill and Percy could see Long Island Sound. Between it and them was a huge valley filled with strawberry fields and an odd assortment of buildings. In the center of it all was a baby blue plantation style farmhouse. The lights were on.
“There it is! We just have to get you down—” Sally shrieked as a massive hand wrapped around her throat and plucked her off the ground.
“MOM!” Percy dropped Grover against a huge pine tree and turned to face their attacker.
His first thought was. ‘Holy fuck! I feel bad for this guy’s girlfriend.’ His second was that he was 100% certain he had brain damage. Towering over him, holding his mom by the neck with one hand was a hulking beast of a man. He was SO big that Percy had to take him in from bottom to top. The monster’s lower half looked like Grover’s, but much bigger. Swinging between his hairy legs was the biggest dick he’d ever seen. It was the size of his leg, knotted and purple, dripping something from the tip that Percy didn’t want to think about. His torso was less hairy but five times as muscled. Then Percy looked at the guy’s head. ‘No, not a guy. A cow?’ Atop the beast’s massive neck was the head of a bull with glowing yellow eyes.
A minitour.
‘No.’ Percy thought. ‘THE Minitour.’ He didn’t know how he knew, but he did. This was the same monster that had terrorized Greece thousands of years ago and now it was back… chasing them for some reason? The more he thought about it the less it made sense to him, but what did make sense was the way the monster was looking at his mom. He’d given her that look less than 2 hours ago in the car.
The monster roared and ripped off his mom’s silk bathrobe then lifted her over his massive purple cock.
“Oh god…No!—No no no no no NOOO!” she screamed as the monster oozed precum all over her pussy.
“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Percy didn’t know where he got the courage, but he stood up to the monster.
The Minitour bellowed again, this time was softer, choppier, like he was laughing at him. It was like he was saying ‘Really? You think you can stop me? Go ahead runt. Give it a try!’
“Ohmygod! Ohmygod! PERCY AGGHH!” His mom screamed his name as the monster violated her, her pussy tearing apart as the beast force himself in. It looked like someone trying to fit a telephone pole through a donut, but inch by inch it was going in. One. Two. Then three inches and all Percy could do was watch in horrified fascination.
By the time she’d taken five inches, Sally was near catatonic. The Minitour looked pleased with himself and prepared to thrust the rest of his monstrous cock inside, but just before it could, Sally began to glow with haunting yellow light.
“MOM!” Percy yelled. She reached out for him then vanished in a puff of yellow powder. “NOOOOO!”
Later the details would come back to him, but at that moment he was filled with such intense rage and grief that his memory was spotty. He rushed the creature, fully intending to rip its head off with his bare hands. He remembered flipping over its head and being surprised that he could do it. Then he’d literally grabbed the bull by the horns and made the Minitour crash headlong into the pine tree, nearly missing Grover. One of the monster’s horns snapped off in the trunk and Percy used it to kill the creature, stabbing it in the chest as it charged him.
The monster crumbled to dust and plunged the hillside into an uncomfortable silence. Percy was devastated about his mom, but he had to prioritize. Grover was hurt and they needed help. The last thing his mom had wanted was for him to get to this camp, so that’s what he did. He hoisted Grover over his shoulder and carried him down into the valley.
The last thing he remembered was collapsing on a wooden porch, looking up at a ceiling fan as moths fluttered around the light. A familiar looking bearded man and a pretty blonde girl with curly hair, draped over bare chest and shoulders like a princess’s, knelt over him. The girl’s mouth and small perky tits glistened with cum, and her face was flushed with color. They both looked down at him and the girl said, “He’s the one. He must be—but can I finish cleaning your—”
“Silence Annabeth.” The bearded man said, “He’s still conscious. Bring him inside, then yes, you are welcome to finish.”
Chapter 2: Annabeth
Summary:
So, that was how Percy got to camp, but what about me?
My Name is Annabeth Chase, and this is how my life changed forever...
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Annabeth
We did say that there were Two sides to every story, and mine began right after I ran away from home. My name is Annabeth Chase, and this is how I got here.
***
All demigods had problems. Some were minor inconveniences, while others were absolutely terrifying. Annabeth figured her current problem was somewhere in the middle.
What a difference thirty seconds can make. One moment she was over the moon when the guy she’d had a crush on since she was seven cradled the nape of her neck and kissed her for the first time. Fireworks exploded in her head as she returned his kiss with one of her own. His tongue fought its way past her virgin lips and tasted exceptionally sweet. It was so passionate and sooo worth the wait that she didn’t even mind the taste of alcohol on his breath or notice his thumbs hook around the top of her shorts until it was too late.
Excitement turned to fear as he ripped her shorts around her ankles, twisted her arms behind her back and pushed her against the warm wall of the temple.
“What are you doing!” she gasped, searching his face for an explanation and seeing only lust behind his eyes.
“What does it look like?” Luke said, pulling out his cock and rubbing it against her bald preteen pussy.
‘Oh shit oh shit! Oh shit!’ Annabeth panicked as his big, veiny member pulsed hot against her slit, rubbing back and forth along her sex until it was slick with her unwelcome arousal.
‘No… not like this—not like this!’ she begged.
“Luke please!—I AHHHAGH!—Mhmmmm—” Luke covered her mouth to silence her screams as he thrust forward, tearing through her hymen and taking her virginity.
Tears welled in her eyes at the pain and the sense of betrayal while he ravished her pussy without a single thought of her comfort. Annabeth sobbed into his shoulder as he raped her harder and faster, slamming her small body into the wall, using her like a fucktoy.
Annabeth was angry and devastated. It wasn’t like the thought of fucking Luke had never crossed her mind. She’d known him for five years and most of that time she’d had a major crush on the guy. But she was also the daughter of Athena, ‘Maiden’ Goddess of Wisdom. Without getting into the details, the children of Athena had a very tenuous and complicated relationship with sex. Out of all the sluts that had come out of Camp Half-Blood in the last fifty years, none of them were from Cabin six.
So, the fact that Luke was helping himself to Annabeth’s unused fuck-box was breaking about a dozen rules that even she didn’t fully understand. Not the least of which was ‘Don’t rape your friends!’
“Oh Annabeth! I’ve wanted to do this for years!” Luke said, breaking pace to slowly pull his shaft out and admire her puffy pink folds before thrusting back inside. “Your itty-bitty pussy looks so hot wrapped around my cock!”
Annabeth tried everything she could think of. She attempted to bargain with him; telling him that no one had to know what he did as long as he let her go. When that didn’t work, she tried to physically pull him out of her, but that only seemed to turn him on more, plus he was over twice her size. Overpowering him wasn’t a realistic option, and the longer she fought, the less her heart was in it. The continued assault on her pussy was starting to get to her as her body grew accustomed to his size and tempo. The initial pain lessened, then was replaced by intermittent bursts of pleasure. Her desperate cries for him to stop became whimpering moans as she began to readily meet his thrusts.
Complicating matters even more, something was happening inside her head. Something that she didn’t know how to put into words. She imagined a celestial bronze dome that encircled her mind. Protecting her like a force field from the moment she got to camp till right now, shielding her from deep unspoken desires and primal urges so strong that threatened to overwhelm her senses and send her spiraling into a bottomless sexual abyss. An abyss that she would never come back from and desires that weren’t even fully hers. Each thrust into her unprotected womb caused the dome to crack.
“Ugh—Ahh fuck yes!” Luke shouted in pleasure, his dick pulsing like a hot fire-poker in her twat. “Let’s get rid of this!” He grabbed Annabeth’s camp shirt by the collar and tore it in two, exposing her flat chest and cute pink nipples.
Instinctively Annabeth tried to cover her breasts, what very little there was. She was embarrassed by her lack of boobs, but Luke didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it made him fuck her harder. The colorful gardens around the temple bloomed as his balls slapped against her tanned ass, her stomach protruding as she took his full 8 inches.
Each deep, delicious thrust caused the dome to crack just a little bit more, and she started to hear voices inside her head.
“Slut! Dirty fucking Whore! This is all you are good for. This is the REAL Annabeth Chase! Just a useless fucking cum-box! A Filthy little girl that can’t survive a day without a dick filling her up like a whore! This is what you were made for!”
They weren’t exactly voices, more like echoes or extremely horny elevator music. White noise that demeaned, degraded and reinvented her at an unconscious level.
Luke brutalized her underaged pussy for five more glorious minutes before pulling out completely and dropping her on her ass. Annabeth’s first thought wasn’t ‘Ouch! You didn’t have to be so rough.’ Or ‘It’s about time you stopped molesting me, you fuckin’ creep.’ No; It was, “Wait no! Put it back in!’
“Wha—Why’d you stop?” she asked with a clear tone of desperation.
“So, you’re starting to like it now, huh? I knew you would eventually.” He laughed drunkenly, slurring his words a bit then teased her swollen clit with his thumb and index finger.
“Sh—shut up you jerk…” she blushed like crazy and impulsively rubbed her wetness into his palm. ‘Please put it back in!—Please…’ Annabeth struggled to keep upright. She’d gotten used to the rhythmic thrusting of his cock inside her and now that it wasn’t there, she felt empty.
Possibly sensing her displeasure, Luke inserted two fingers into her wet slit, swirled them around, then offered them to her to see what she would do. Before she knew what she was doing, Annabeth grabbed his wrist and took his fingers in her mouth, sucking on them and licking them clean while the ghosts in her head laughed and called her a cum guzzling cunt.
‘Where did THAT come from? —Mhmmm—fuck! Why do I taste so good?’ she thought.
Luke slapped his cock against her toned stomach and ruffled her curly blonde hair, “That’s a good girl, Annabeth! I think you deserve some more of this!” He bent down and caught her lips with his own, lifting her off the ground by her thighs and pushing back inside her tender pussy.
“OH GODS! AHHA!—AH! OH FUCK!” Annabeth squealed with pure joy as Luke sheathed himself inside of her. ‘Don’t ever take it out! Oh gods!— Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!’ she screamed in her mind as her voice caught in her throat.
Luke spoke for her and told her that she was his good little whore and looked so pretty riding him like a bucking pegasus. She kissed him, hungrily sucking on his tongue as her pussy squelched around his meat. ‘Hmmm. Life as Luke’s little whore…’ she imagined a sitcom style family from the 90’s. Two kids, maybe a dog. Luke coming home from work with an empty prop briefcase and her, strapped naked to the kitchen table with the words, ‘Welcome home honey. Please fuck me!’ written on her ass. She cracked a little smile; not the worst future she saw for herself.
Luke picked up his pace and his breath came in shallow gasps. She felt the heat rise through his juicy cock, filling it with extra blood and stretching her one final time.
“Keep going! OH GODS! Your dick feels so good inside me! Ooooo! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! YES!”
“Oh fucking shiiiiitttt! You’re such a hot little slut, Annabeth! Look at me! I’m gonna fucking cum inside that pussy!” Luke shouted, dipping into his final reserves of energy and doing his best to blow her back out.
“Do it! Cum inside me! Give it to me! Give it to me!” Annabeth’s eyes rolled up into her head as he fucked her so fast and hard that his cock was nothing more than a blur.
“UUUUGHHHHHHH!” Luke grunted with release.
“I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMMMMING! OH MY GODS! OH MY—AHHHHGHH FUUUCKKKK!” Annabeth’s orgasm built like a hurricane then ravaged her from the inside out. Burning heat radiated from her core as tendrils of pleasure wracked her nervous system and sent her muscles into an uncontrolled spasm. Her cunt clenched around Luke’s spasming dick and greedily milked his cum from his balls. The back of her head exploded with in intense euphoria as the metaphorical bronze shield shattered into a million pieces; A symphony of repressed sexual desires descended on her mind, then fused with her subconscious.
The last thing she heard before she blacked out was a woman’s voice.
“Tsk Tsk Tsk, such a naughty girl. What would your mother say? I don’t normally meddle with Athena’s children, but for you dear, I’ll make an exception… This is gonna be so much fun!”
***
As a Demigod, there were a lot of things Annabeth had to get used to. Random monster attacks. Capture the flag with real weapons. Always being on alert for danger, but the most annoying thing were the dreams.
For mortals, dreams were a mix of the last meal they ate and some gnawing insecurity. For Demigods they were rarely so pleasant. Some kids got full blown glimpses into the future or epic riddles to help them on dangerous quests, but not Annabeth.
Oh no!— Her dreams were maddeningly unpredictable. Random assortments of unconnected things and she could never find a pattern. Not once. ‘A closed waterpark. An island with sheep the size of cows. A gothic era school covered in snow. A humid tunnel that smelled of nature, and the bottom of a lake.’ Meaningless flashes without more context. When she wasn’t dreaming nonsense, she dreamed about the past.
***
“Get away monsters!” a young Annabeth shouted, lunging with her clawed hammer.
“Woah!” Luke shouted, jumping out of the way. He was lucky he was quick on his feet. A second later and an inch closer and Annabeth would have brained him. “It’s okay! We’re not monsters!”
He put his hands up in mock surrender as a girl, maybe 11 or 12 years old, with a choppy pixie-cut, tattered jeans, and a leather jacket walked out from behind a stack of tires. “Easy there, Battle Barbie! Wouldn’t want to ruin this guy’s face. It’s his money maker.”
“My name’s not Barbie…” Annabeth said.
“It’s not? Well, I’m Luke and this lovely anarchist is Thalia. What is your name?”
Annabeth had become suspicious by necessity, and two ratty looking teenagers randomly stumbling on her hiding spot in a Richmond smelting plant seemed really suspicious, but she told them her name.
They tried asking her more questions with little success, then Luke suggested that they tell her a bit about themselves, “—Then maybe you’ll see we can help you.”
She’d agreed and listened intently as Luke told her how he and Thalia had both run away from crazy moms and had been surviving on their own for over a year. They were demigods, like her, and offered to take her with them if she wanted to come.
It was the first time in months that she’d felt safe.
***
The dream jumped forward 2 months later, off the coast of South Carolina. The three demigods had nearly been turned into a pile of goo by a six-headed Hydra disguised as a franchise burrito stand. Annabeth had wanted to stay and fight, but between the three of them, they had one celestial bronze dagger, (which Luke had given her.) and Thalia’s shield that gave her nightmares just to look at. Not nearly enough firepower to take out a hydra. So, Luke picked Annabeth up like travel luggage and the three of them ran for it.
The monster would have chased them all night, but something seemed to yank it back as they passed into another neighborhood. “Maybe it can’t leave his burritos.” Thalia offered and Annabeth giggled.
She’d warmed up to Thalia a bit more after a few weeks of traveling with her and Luke. Luke was a natural leader, charismatic and handsome. She’d seen how he handled himself in a fight and how he protected her above whatever else they were trying to do.
She had a pretty big crush on him.
Thalia on the other hand reminded her of an annoying big sister. She constantly cracked jokes and had a short fuse when Annabeth wasn’t getting something done right or fast enough, but the most frustrating part was how she was around Luke. She flirted with him non-stop and wasn’t subtle about it. That was annoying, but it didn’t compare to how she felt when Luke flirted back. It broke her little heart, and she would pout for days about it.
“Yeah, I’m not eating these anymore. I don’t think acid works with my diet.” Luke tossed a take-out bag filled with Hydra burritos in a dumpster.
“Well, we need to get something to eat, so where to now, fearless leader.” Thalia asked, slumping against a building.
Luke thought for a moment then said, “When in doubt, look for rich people.”
The three of them hoofed it across the small seaside town until they got to the boardwalk. Luke bought three bottles of water from a vending machine and handed them out as they walked down the beach.
“Wasn’t that the last of our money?” Thalia asked, cracking the lid and taking a sip.
Luke downed half of his in one swig and nodded. “Ah—Don’t worry. I’ve got a plan.”
“We’ve been broke a few times and I’ve never liked your plans.” Thalia admitted.
“Pff—Come on. My plans are great!” He said, looking to Annabeth for support.
“We’ll of course she agrees with you! She always agrees with you, but she wasn’t the one you asked to stand on the corner, so we’d have enough money to get out of Jersey.” Thalia said.
“Hey, if I remember right you made like a grand in one night. $500 bucks from one guy. What was it he had you do again?” Luke asked, his frisky smile making it hard for anyone to stay mad at him.
“You know damn well what he had me do and we are not gonna talk about it in front of present company.” She motioned towards Annabeth.
“I saw that.” she said dryly.
“You were meant to.” Thalia replied.
“Alright you two, that’s enough. We’re here.” Luke said, pointing up the beach at a two-story beach house with a bleached roof and weather-worn walls. The back yard was open to the beach and nicely manicured. A charcoal fire pit sat in the center and off to the side was a brand new dark grey shed, with a padlock on the door. There were stairs in the back leading up to a wrap-around deck and sliding glass doors.
“We’re where?” Annabeth asked.
“We’re home.” Thalia said. “At least for tonight anyway.”
Annabeth was itching to get inside, but Luke had them walk up and down the beach three times, looking to see if anyone was watching them, before approaching the house. “It’s better to be over cautious then under.” he said. “Hell, if I saw us, I’d be super suspicious.”
Annabeth sniffed her shirt collar and gagged. Luke was right. They all looked and smelled like they’d been in a war zone. It had been weeks since they’d had a shower or slept inside. Their clothes were all worn down from travel and stained different colors, but Thalia’s had gotten the worst of it. Her black leather jacket and undershirt had been torn to shreds during a battle in Georgia with some clawed creature they never got a good look at. Which meant she’d been running around the woods with half her boobs hanging out of holes in her shirt like some stripper Tarzan. Her jeans had faired a little better. They’d been ripped for style to begin with, and Thalia said it just added more style.
Luke pulled a lockpicking kit out of his pocket and they were inside within thirty seconds. As a demigod, you never know when your next battle will be, so you need to take full advantage of the peaceful times. Which is exactly what they did.
The beach house was a rental and from the lack of cars in the driveway or personal items in the house, Luke concluded that they would be good to stay there tonight. “—Maybe tomorrow two if we’re lucky.”
“Sweet! They got food!” Thalia said, pulling a bag of dino-nuggets out of the freezer.
They ate then started to settle in for the night. The main living room and kitchen were on the second floor with the wrap around deck along with a side bathroom and shower. There were two bedrooms on the first floor. One guest and one master suite with an additional shower.
“I call the Master suite!” Thalia said, grabbing a towel out of a cabinet and taking the stairs two at a time.
Luke squeezed Annabeth on the shoulder and told her to take the second shower. “It’s okay, I’ll wait till Thalia’s done. Go ahead and take your time.”
Annabeth felt bad that he had to wait, he was just as gross and tired as they were. ‘He could share mine.’ She thought. She imagined Luke standing under the showerhead, water cascading down his muscles while she was right there with him… naked. The image made her face hot and the skin around her crotch tingle. She considered putting the offer out there but reconsidered when she stood up and felt a damp area between her legs. ‘Wha—what the heck? Did I just pee myself?’
Annabeth hurried into the bathroom and shut the door. Thankfully she didn’t pee herself. She didn’t know what the hell it was, but she knew it wasn’t pee. She still felt bad about making Luke wait. She didn’t want him to run out of hot water, so she showered quickly and was out of there in five or six minutes. She bundled up her dirty clothes and hoped to find replacements somewhere in the house. She didn’t think the rags would survive a run through the washer and dryer. She wrapped herself in a towel and opened the door.
“Here you go Luke. I’ts ready for you when you are.” She said, dropping her dirty clothes near the back door.
Silence.
“Luke?” she called again. She looked in the kitchen and outside thinking he might be keeping watch like he normally did, but he wasn’t out there. She started to go upstairs when she heard a yelp from downstairs. Out of reflex, Annabeth dove over the couch, grabbed her dagger off the table and crouched, ready to strike anything that came up the stairs. Her towel fell off when she jumped, buts she didn’t dare move for a full sixty seconds.
‘What the hell was that?’ she thought, lowering her dagger and grabbing her towel. She wrapped herself up again and stood near the stairs, Listening. She could hear the drone of the shower, but also something else. A steady thump, like someone hitting the wall to the beat of a song. The thumping continued long enough for Annabeth to think it was just something wrong with the plumbing. ‘I mean, the place stays empty a lot. It’s bound to have some problems.’
She turned to head upstairs again when she heard the yelp again. This time more clearly. Thalia had called out and it sounded like she was hurt. Annabeth lifted her knife with one hand and held her towel together with the other as she ran down the stairs. Part of her couldn’t help but think of her dad at that moment. ‘Don’t run around the house naked and don’t run with sharp objects!’
Annabeth opened the door to the master suite and was hit with a face full of steam. Thalia had left the bathroom door cracked and steam was billowing out, filling up the bedroom instead. The room was laid out simply, a king-size bed with white sheets and blue pillows. An old oak dresser and a floor to ceiling mirror opposite the bathroom door. The thumping noise was louder in the bedroom and so was Thalia. The older girl made muffled groaning sounds like she was in pain and wasn’t able to talk.
Annabeth pictured Thalia tied to a chair in the bathroom with a gag in her mouth, surrounded by vicious monsters. ‘Where the hell is Luke!’
Annabeth made a choice between survival and modesty and dropped her towel so she could grip her dagger with both hands as she tiptoed to the bathroom door.
“mhmmmck mhmme hmrdmerr!” Thalia groaned.
“Shhhh!” Another voice shushed her, and Annabeth flattened herself against the wall, heart racing. ‘There was someone in there with her!’ She needed a plan. She hated to admit it, but Thalia was clearly the better fighter and if whoever this was had captured her, what chance did she have. She decided that a surprise attack would be her best option. At the very least she might be able to free Thalia, and they could fight whoever that was together. She held her dagger at the ready, took a deep breath, and slipped around the corner.
What she saw made her freeze in her tracks.
The master suite’s bathroom was bigger than Annabeth’s bedroom back home. On one side it had duel his and her’s sinks with spacious cabinets underneath. On the opposite side was a huge gray tiled shower that opened to the rest of the bathroom. Three separate rain showerheads filled the room with steam. It would have been impossible to see through if the door hadn’t been cracked open. As it was, Annabeth could see just fine and what she saw had her paralyzed.
In the middle of the shower, pinning Thalia up against the wall, was Luke. He was naked and had his hand over her mouth. His back muscles rippled under the steady stream of water as he pushed his hips into Thalia’s making her ass slap against the shower wall. Thalia seemed to really like this because she didn’t stop him and had her legs wrapped around his waist, bucking her hips.
From the expression on Thalia’s face, what Annabeth had mistakenly thought were cries for help were actually muffled squeals of pleasure.
“MHmmmmAghhh!” Thalia moaned again and Annabeth’s face turned the color of Kool-Aid. Luke held one of her legs off the ground by her inner thigh, thrusting hard enough to make the older girl’s boobs bounce. The daughter of Zeus had nice boobs. Big, perky and shaped like teardrops.
‘Just another thing to be jealous of.’ Annabeth thought as her eyes were drawn toward their center where her friends’ hips met. Thalia’s vagina looked just like hers, bald, pink and pretty, but Luke… Annabeth had never seen a penis before. Well, that wasn’t necessarily true. She’d changed her stepbrother’s diaper once or twice when he was little, but this was different. Luke’s penis was a long, thick shaft covered in veins with a rounded pink tip like a mushroom cap. It made her mouth water just to look at it. Then he pushed it into Thalia’s soaking wet vagina like that’s where it always belonged, and Annabeth nearly dropped her dagger.
“Shhh! Keep it down! I don’t want Annabeth to hear us!” Luke said in a whisper that reverberated off the bathroom walls a little louder than expected.
‘They haven’t seen me yet!’ Annabeth realized and looked for a place to hide. She didn’t know what the hell was going on, but her face and chest felt hot, and her own vagina tingled so much she had a hard time concentrating. She considered running back upstairs, but she wanted to keep watching.
“Muhh urr mu ntt ant oo om!” Thalia mumbled.
“What?” Luke said, removing his hand from her mouth.
“Ah—I said, ‘You sure you don’t want her to come down?’” Thalia laughed and spun Luke around, pushing him against the wall this time. “I bet she’d love to get ahold of this thing.” She stroked his penis and kissed him.
Annabeth knew her face was super red, but it could have easily been green with jealousy. ‘I wanna kiss him too…’ she thought. She chose that moment to slip back out into the Master suite, while Luke’s eyes were closed. Her little body was dripping wet from the steam and her nipples were like little pebbles. Rock hard and sensitive. She touched one and gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. ‘Oh god! What was that? That felt good…’ she did it again, then again, playing with her pretty little nubs while listening at the door.
“Come on Thalia. Knock it off.” Luke said when they stopped kissing.
“How come? She’s already attached to your hip. Why not make it official—Ahhh!” Thalia moaned.
“Well, for starters, I’ve only got one dick and its currently attached to you!” Luke said, plowing into Thalia again.
“Ahh—oh fuck! Yeah it is!” Thalia moaned.
Luke continued, “—Secondly, she’s a bit young for me. Don’t get me wrong, that girl is gonna be so fucking hot when she gets older, but now…”
“What are you talking about? She’s cute!” Annabeth felt grateful for Thalia more in that moment then anytime in the last two months. She leaned against the wall and peered around the doorway so she could see them again.
Thalia was on her hands and knees while Luke fucked her from behind. Her ass rippled with each strike of his hips and her breasts swung sexily back and forth.
“Ugh—I’m ugh—I’m not saying she isn’t cute! Ugh!—I’m saying she’s too young to be having sex yet!” Luke said.
“She’s not—Ahhh fuck! Just like that!—Lift my leg—oh yes fuckkkk!” Thalia gasped, shaking with orgasm. “Sh—she’s not too young. I started fooling around when I was her age!”
Luke pulled out and Thalia turned around and put his penis in her mouth. ‘Ew… That was just inside her…’ Annabeth crinkled her nose but couldn’t turn away.
Luke pulled on Thalia’s short hair and plunged in and out of her mouth, moaning with pleasure. “Ahhh yes—use your tongue more! You’re not—Ugh! You’re not the best example of—OH FUCK! Here it comes!” Annabeth gasped as Luke tensed up, his penis so deep in Thalia’s throat that she could see it bulge and pulse.
“Gak! gluck! gluck! gag! UhAhhhh fuck!” Thalia gasped as she pulled it out. Her mouth was covered with spit and a white slimy looking substance. She licked up the base of Luke’s shaft so enthusiastically that Annabeth started to wonder if it really tasted that good or of Thalia was just crazy. She tapped the pink tip on her tongue till thick strands of the white stuff oozed out.
Luke ran his hands through his hair and moaned, “Ohhh fu—wow... Uh, what was I—oh right. I wouldn’t use you as the best example for a stable childhood.”
Thalia swallowed the white stuff then stood up and socked him in the shoulder. “Hey, don’t be mean. You’re getting all the benefits from my ‘stable’ childhood.” She grabbed a bottle of body wash and poured it on her boobs, rubbing them till they glistened with soap.
“Okay okay! You win! Whatever lets me keep playing with those perfect tits.” Luke said, groping her soapy boobs from behind.
“Hmmmm… does that mean Annabeth can come down and play then? I think it would be so fucking hot to watch you fuck her pretty little pussy!” Thalia moaned, grinding hers on his dick.
Annabeth’s heart was beating a million times a second. Her hair clung to her face in wet curls and her cheeks burned. ‘She wants me to do what?’ Annabeth tried to picture herself in Thalia’s place and when she did, she felt a fire building in her stomach. Her slit leaked arousal down her legs and Annabeth covered it with her hand, wincing as she brushed her clit with her fingers and sent shivers of pleasure up her spine.
“Calm your tits you fucking nympho. I didn’t say that!” Luke emphasized. “Gods! How are you still so horny!”
Annabeth saw literal sparks in Thalia’s electric blue eyes as she walked her fingers up his chest. “Just the way I’m made baby! Fight, fuck then repeat. So—” she pushed him. “—what’s it gonna be? Wanna fight? Or do you wanna come fuck my slutty asshole till you see stars?”
Luke grinned like a kid on Christmas day. He wrapped his hand around Thalia’s throat and squeezed tight, then slammed her into the wall again, lifting her slightly so she had to stand on the tips of her toes. “You know damn well we can do both.” he stated. He slapped each of her breast’s multiple times till her pretty pink nipples turned red. Then he cupped his hand between her legs, pushed all four fingers in her slit up to the knuckles and pressed her clit with his thumb. Thalia’s eyes rolled up into her head as she struggled to breathe and moved her hips in circles on his fingers.
“No No No! Did I say you could enjoy this?” Luke yelled quietly in mock anger. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and shove them in her mouth. Thalia gagged on them, choking as he fingerfucked her throat. When his fingers were clean Luke let go of her neck and she dropped to the floor, sputtering. He yanked the back of her hair back and slapped her in the face with his dick.
It looked humiliating to Annabeth, but Thalia laughed and played along like it was the hottest thing in the world. “You want this?” Luke asked, tapping his dick on her mouth.
Thalia nodded emphatically, tongue lolling out of her mouth like a rottweiler looking for a tennis ball. “Hmm yes please! I want it!” she moaned. The hungry desperation in her voice made Annabeth’s vagina wetter.
“Well, you better get it nice and wet then.” Luke said. Thalia went to work, slobbering all over his dick, licking it up and down again while Annabeth wondered why it needed to be wet. When she was done, Luke grabbed her head and fucked her mouth again.
“Aughhh ugh glug ghhhh!” Thalia moaned, spittle flying in every direction as he used her mouth like he owned it.
“You like that?” Luke asked, pulling out and smearing himself on her face.
“Aha YES!” She panted.
He plunged back in. “UGH! Yeah, you do! You want more?”
“Yes yes yes fuck yes!” Thalia gasped, sucking in air like she hated needing to breathe.
Luke flashed a wicked grin and slowly backed away from her. Thalia gave him a wild look that screamed, ‘Don’t you dare take that dick away from me!’
“Beg for it, slut.” Luke commanded. His tone was so authoritative that Annabeth had the sudden urge to barge into the bathroom and do it for her, but Thalia beat her to it.
“AHA! Fuck me—Please! —Shove your fat cock down my throat then fuck my slutty little asshole! Fill all my dirty holes!” Thalia begged, crawling after him as he backed up more and more, leading her out of the shower.
Annabeth was so absorbed in the moment that she almost got caught. In a panic, she scrambled to the only hiding place she could find, under the bed, as Luke led Thalia out of the bathroom on her hands and knees. Annabeth held her breath as Thalia hopped on the bed.
“Oh shit, I left the door open.” Luke cursed and went to shut it.
“Who cares! Let her come watch. She might learn something useful! Now come over here and fuck me!” Thalia groaned, her words dripping with lust.
‘Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!’ Annabeth’s lungs stopped working as she realized she was about to be discovered. She’d left her dagger on the floor near the bathroom and Luke stumbled over her wet towel on his way back to the bed. There was NO way he wouldn’t notice.
Thankfully Thalia’s slutty preteen ass and pussy drew his attention way more. He jumped on the bed, gave her fuckable ass a good hard spanking, then lined his throbbing shaft up behind her asshole.
“AGGHHHH FUCK!” Thalia moaned gratefully as he pushed into her backdoor. “AHA!—It’s so—so—Gods that feels good!”
“Ah! Hell yes it does!” Luke agreed. Working his slick cock in and out. Thalia’s spit helped him push it all in in record time, then he really went to town.
“Fuckin’ give it to me HARDER! AHHHHH FUCK!—Yes yes yes! Break me open baby!” Thalia begged, shoving her face in a pillow and screaming with unrestrained pleasure. She bucked her hips wildly, trying to make him go faster, but Luke enjoyed tormenting her. He slid out inch by inch until her gaping ass trembled, then he ran her through again, causing her to shriek and moan like a slut. He repeated the process over and over for ten minutes, leaving her on just the wrong side of climaxing.
“LUKE PLEASEEEE! LET ME CUM!” Annabeth shrank at the desperation in her friend’s voice.
It had to be agonizing to be so close to release, yet have it kept from her. She could sympathize. Her own skin felt like it was on fire, yet she couldn’t do anything to put it out for fear of being caught.
On the plus side, she had a great view of the action through the floor-to-ceiling mirror. Luke popped in and out of frame driving his cock into Thalia’s quaking asshole. His dick slick and shiny with her arousal and ass juices. On the negative side, mirrors worked both ways. If Annabeth moved to touch herself then she risked them noticing her. All she could do was stay still and listen as the handsome boy she liked had sex with another girl right on top of her.
“Alright bitch, I think you’ve earned it, get ready!” Luke said then flipped a one-eighty, both literally and metaphorically. He fell on his back and dragged Thalia with him, keeping his dick planted snuggly in her ass as he put her in a full nelson. He reversed his previous speed and started slamming his dick so hard and so fast into her abused rear end that it reverberated through the bed, into the floor then into Annabeth
‘Oh gods! Ah—Ughh—AHA!’ Annabeth broke. She couldn’t take it anymore. She could LITERALLY feel the shockwaves of his dick through her skin. She had to chance it. She moved one hand over her mouth and the other between her legs. Her small fingers tenderly touched her wet sex, and she gasped. Another jolt of pleasure rippled through her small body, but this time she shirked from it. She touched herself again, and again, and again, until she was jamming her fingers in and out of her vagina just as fast as Luke brutalized Thalia’s ass.
Luke threw his head back and gasped with pleasure. His dick pulsed hot, and he knew it was about to be over. He was a demigod, but by no means superman. He couldn’t stand it any longer. “UGH—fucking hell Thalia! Maybe you really were made for this! —I can’t—I’m gonna cum!”
“Ahhhh LUKE—UGH! —FUCK! GODS OF OLYMPUS! Don’t stop! Don’t you FUCKING STOP!” Thalia gasped, vibrating around Luke’s cock like an overloading battery. Luke tried to keep it going for her, but only managed another thirty seconds before he unloaded into her ass.
‘I’m cumming!’ Annabeth cried under the bed as she witnessed Luke’s orgasm in the mirror, her pussy gushing around her fingers.
Thalia’s leg muscles spasmed as her ass was pumped full of cum; the white hot jizz bubbled out around Luke’s gushing member. Two arcs of electricity shot out of Thalia’s eyes as she reached her climax and shouted, “I’M CUMMING!— Ahhhh!”
Thalia’s orgasm was explosive and violent; She squirted like a slutty faucet all over the clean sheets and Luke’s legs, then went limp in his arms.
Luke relaxed as his dick deflated and placed a series of small kisses down Thalia’s neck and clavicle. “Ahh damn, girl! That was SOME fucking orgasm!” Luke laughed, then gently turned her face when she didn’t respond. “Oh shit—Ha!—Literally fucked you unconscious!” He rolled Thalia onto her side and got off the bed.
Annabeth froze for a third time in less than an hour and prayed to her mother, and any other gods that protected little girls from getting mortally embarrassed, that Luke wouldn’t see her dagger or towel. She was only half successful. Luke bent down and snatched her wet towel off the ground, looked at Thalia then at the bedroom door. In her head, Annabeth used every curse word she knew. The room was so silent that Annabeth’s heartbeat sounded like a drummer line was banging up and down her rib cage. The silence lingered; one second; two; five. She knew she was caught, and he was just waiting for her to come out.
‘What the heck am I gonna do?’ she panicked. The thought of confessing that she spied on them was almost more embarrassing than how she’d felt while she spied on them. When ten seconds of silence passed, she decided to just suck it up and face the music. She began to skooch her way out from under the bed when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him shrug; toss the towel over his shoulder and walk into the bathroom. She heard a couple of plastic bottles drop on the floor, a soft curse, then the shower turned back on.
Annabeth waited two minutes before pulling herself out from under the bed. She was naked, drenched with nervous sweat and pussy juices and had no reasonable lie for being there. She took a step toward the door then stopped. In the throes of orgasm, watching Luke bottom out and explode like a geyser; she’d had an intense, gnawing desire to taste his cum; to feel it inside her like Thalia had. Now, as the heat of the moment had died down, it wasn’t so intense, but it was still there, nonetheless.
‘I might never get another chance…’ In the end, curiosity won out over common sense. She glanced at the cracked bathroom door, felt a warm tingle in her pussy, then moved over to the bed. Thalia was a hot mess; Her choppy black hair was even more chaotic than normal, and her dark eyeshadow ran down the sides of her face making her look like a sad gothic clown. She was lying on her side with one knee pulled up toward her stomach like she could start humping the bed at any moment; Her legs glistened with arousal and cum oozed like tree sap out of her ass hole.
Annabeth had to crawl on the bed to get to her. She slowly touched her finger to one of the globs of cum and lifted it to her lips. It didn’t taste like much of anything. ‘Maybe it’s a collective taste kind of thing. I need a bigger sample.’ She thought.
Far into the future, Annabeth still had no idea what possessed her to do what she did next. Instead of scooping a larger dollop off with her fingers, she leaned in and licked it off; Her tongue dragged over Thalia’s pussy, scooping up cum and juices indiscriminately until her mouth was practically overflowing. She could clearly taste the difference between Thalia and Luke, but she didn’t know who was who. One tasted like fruits, maybe pineapple and the other just tasted sweet. She let a little cum drip onto her fingers and rubbed it on her pussy. The jizz was still hot and Annabeth accidently moaned.
“Hmhmmmmm!” Thalia hummed in her sleep, and rolled over, curling up in the fetal position with her face two inches from Annabeth’s crotch.
That was enough to snap Annabeth out of it. ‘Okay, time to go.’ she thought jumping off the bed; Thalia stirred again, and the water turned off in the shower. Annabeth bolted for the door. She unlocked it, cracked it just enough to slip through then shut it again. In her haste, she forgot that she had her mouth full of cum. When she got upstairs it was all over her chin and chest. ‘Well Damn.’
She jumped back into the shower and took her time, making sure to clean everywhere. When she was done, she grabbed another towel and tried the door. Luke was waiting for her in the living room with a pile of clothes and a pack of trail-mix.
“Wow! That was a long shower, I just got done with mine. Anyway, here. I found these in one of the rooms upstairs.” He handed her the bundle. “They might be a little big, but at least they’re not covered in monster guts. —Hey, are you okay?”
“What—why? Why would you—I mean…why do you ask?” Annabeth stammered.
“Your face, it’s really red.” He said.
“Oh—” Annabeth searched for an explanation and tried not to say the first thing that came to her mind, ‘No duh genius! I just had my first orgasm EVER hiding under a bed while watching you shove your penis up Thalia’s ass right on top of me for the last half hour!’ “—It’s probably just the shower. Just the really—hot—shower.”
Luke shrugged and sat on the couch.
Annabeth unfolded the clothes on the kitchen table and laid out her options. Whoever had stayed here last had left some pretty odd t-shirts. The least ridiculous looking one was of a cartoon girl with pink hair from a cartoon called Naruto. She never heard of it; never watched much tv at all really, but she liked the design. She set it aside along with a wool cap and several pairs of socks. There were no girl’s underwear or shorts that fit her, so she’d just have to pray that her old ones survived in the wash.
She looked over her shoulder at Luke as he flipped through the tv guide and grinned. Time for some payback.
She put all the unwanted items off to the side then set the shirt on the edge of the table. She positioned herself just inside Luke’s peripheral vision, then dropped her towel.
One Demigod; Two Demigods; Three Demigods…
She counted, giving him ample time to notice her before she made a show of dropping her shirt on the floor and bending down to get it. She bent over at the waist longer than necessary, sticking her ass out and rocking it from side to side like she’d seen Thalia do in the shower.
She did that for another three seconds then stood up and slipped the shirt on over her head. The shirt was very big on her and draped over her knees like a dress, but it was better than the alternative. She grabbed a pair of socks and sat next to Luke on the couch.
She looked at him still flipping through the Tv guide and smiled. His cheeks were red.
***
Notes:
Thank you for reading! Please feel free to ask questions or tell me what you thought in the comments.
I've got about 12 more chapters written with plans for more but haven't been in the mood to write too much lately. Curious to see what the reaction to this is.
I found this easier to write than some of my other stories because the snarky, smartass Percy is closer to my personality than any of the characters from Avatar and Ican use real world stuff for references (Which is something that writers don't know they'll miss until they can't use it.)
Anyway, I may continue this, I may not. It will probably depend on the traction these first two chapters get.
Chapter 3: Annabeth
Summary:
Annabeth's Vivid memories continue...
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Annabeth
The dream jumped forward another few months.
“Look out!” Annabeth tackled Thalia out of the way of an incoming snowball. The ball of ice and metal shot past them like a cannonball and turned the tree they’d been hiding behind into toothpicks.
“This is NOT what I meant when I asked if we could play in the snow!” She shouted over the wind and across the street. Hyperborean Giants, or as she’d been calling them, Canadians; had been chasing them and their new friend for six hours. For some reason they’d stopped short of the last street and wouldn’t cross, but that didn’t stop them from hurling deadly snowballs their way.
Annabeth ducked and protected Thalia’s head as another snowball exploded and showered them with shards of ice and snow. Their new friend, Grover, a boy around Luke’s age with a colorful beany and shy smile flipped over a wrecked car like spiderman and slid next to her.
He opened his backpack and pulled out a small med-kit. “Is she okay? Did she get hit?”
Annabeth shook her head. “No. She had an accident a few days ago and she hasn’t gotten any better.”
It was the middle of June in Westport Connecticut, but you wouldn’t know it by looking outside. A seemingly endless snowstorm had buried most of downtown just before they got there; It was like the storm was trying to ward them away, but they were desperate. The night before, Thalia had been injured, and they needed supplies. Annabeth had never seen Luke so apprehensive about going anywhere as he did Westport. She’d had no idea they were going to his mom’s place until after they left; and were immediately confronted by an actual god.
Annabeth’s first thought when she met Hermes was, ‘Where did this mailman come from and why is his walking stick hissing at me.’ Luke talked with his dad alone for a minute before Hermes informed them that someone was coming to meet them and lead them to a safe place. Safe sounded great to Annabeth. Safe and warm. Grover had found them this morning, and not long after, so did the Canadians.
“She’s probably still out of it.” Grover said. “She needs more than mortal medicine.” He pulled a little white square out of the med-kit and put it in Thalia’s mouth.
“Nhnnnah Luke… not now… sleep first, then I’ll suck—uhhhh…” Thalia moaned, slipping in and out of consciousness.
Annabeth blushed, and Grover insisted, “Please! Eat this. It will make you feel better.” She didn’t make it easy, but she ate it. Immediately color came back to her face, and she opened her eyes.
“Who are you?” she asked, looking at Grover.
“Sorry! No time to introduce myself again!” Grover hooked one arm under her shoulder and started to haul her further down the street, away from the giants and their flying snowballs. Annabeth tried to help but was too short to take any of Thalia’s weight. They zig-zagged between parked cars and in and out of alleyways until they were a few blocks away.
Grover placed Thalia against the back of a food-truck and tried to catch his breath, muttering something about needing some enchiladas with hot sauce. “Where’s Luke?” Annabeth asked when she realized he wasn’t with them.
“Right here!” Luke jogged over to them. “—Thought you went in the alley. Sorry, I was a few cars behind you.” He looked at Thalia, worry lines forming on his forehead. “How is she?”
“‘She’ is fine! Thank you very much!” Thalia snapped. “Stop worrying your pretty little head—woah…” She tried to stand then fell, catching herself at the last second on the rear bumper of the food truck.
Grover looked into her eye’s one at a time and said, “She’ll be okay, but she needs rest and someplace warm while the ambrosia does its work.”
An abandoned auto-parts warehouse was the best they could do on such short notice, but at least it was dry and got them out of the storm. They set up camp in a shop office at the back of the warehouse. It had an open ceiling with a catwalk above and an adjoining office separated by a dividing wall. Thalia had been prescribed bedrest and a good meal but had to settle for a couch and stale vending machine gummy bears.
“—and it looked like they stopped just short of their territory.” Luke was saying.
Grover scrunched his brow like he was trying to figure out a particularly challenging math problem and failing. “I know—” he finally said, “—I think we’ll be safe here for the night, but just in case, I’ll keep watch.” He sounded confident, but she could see how scared he was and couldn’t blame him.
Luke shook his head. “No. I’ll keep watch. You seem to know your way around that medicine bag, so you stay with Thalia.” Grover tried to argue, he was their protector after all, but Luke was stubborn.
Annabeth knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep, so she offered to help Luke keep watch, eager to be near him. It was where she felt safest… and where she felt other things too. Grover drew the blinds in the office and took the chair opposite the couch while she and Luke found a good spot to keep watch. When they found one, Annabeth huddled close to Luke for warmth; he put his arm around her shoulders and a tingle of electricity seemed to warm her up from the inside out.
As they sat, she reflected on the last few months. Ever since that night at the beach in South Carolina, Annabeth had felt a rising pressure in the back of her mind and fiery urges in her stomach that wouldn’t die down. The pressure screamed at her to release it and she was able to keep it at bay for a while by touching herself late at night, but it always wanted more.
She wanted a lot more.
It didn’t help that she was now hyperaware of all the subtle flirting going on between Luke and Thalia. Every time they went to go get firewood, or scout a new camp, or do pretty much anything that left her alone for more than ten minutes, and she would picture them off having sex. Logically, she knew it wasn’t every time, but it had been at least six; at least that’s how many times she’d actually caught them in the act. Once, a few days after the beach in the woods; then again, the following night as they hopped a bus up north. There was that time in DC at that creepy motel with holes in all the bathroom stalls and another two in Virginia as they camped out in some farmer’s barn for a week.
They never saw her, but she saw a whole lot of them. The last time had been a few nights ago before this mysterious snowstorm rolled in. Luke had stollen a car for them to sleep in after two full weeks of camping in the woods. It was an old Cadillac convertible from the seventies with wide bench-like seats in both the front and back, so it was perfect for sleeping in. Luke and Thalia chose the front, leaning up against the doors, while she’d taken the smaller backseat.
Annabeth laid down and pretended to go to sleep but kept her ears out and waited for the show to start. She’d seen Thalia throwing lust filled eyes at Luke for two days and sure enough, the moment she pretended to snore, the older girl pounced.
“Woah, hang on. Annabeth just fell asleep. Maybe we should—” Luke said.
“Maybe you should shut up and fuck the naked girl on your lap before she gets mad.” Thalia warned playfully.
“Yes ma’am.” Luke said and started sucking on her tits, while she sat on his cock.
Annabeth mostly listened that night while rubbing herself over her shorts. The one time she tried to peak, she could have sworn Thalia was looking right at her, but the older girl hadn’t said anything, so she figured she’d been mistaken. By the time they finished, Annabeth’s pants were sopping wet from fingering herself to sleep.
Demigods always felt like the world was against them in one way or another, but the last few months, it had felt personal to Annabeth. The thing about wanting more was that she had to be proactive to get it. That part wasn’t hard; making plans and coming up with strategies were one of her many talents. The problem was that she couldn’t plan for spontaneity. She’d been teased with a well of new and overwhelming emotions, only for the universe to keep her from experiencing them firsthand in the most frustrating ways.
Each time Annabeth had spied on her friends she’d been building up the courage to reveal herself. She knew Thalia would be into the idea but had the nagging feeling Luke might not be. The only thing she’d known for sure was her best time to approach; and that was when Luke was most turned on. Horny people make bad choices, and she wanted so desperately to be one of those choices.
Unfortunately, the Fates are jerks. Every single time, without fail, something would stop her from showing herself. Sometimes the interruptions seemed logical, like when it started to rain, or when the motel in DC suddenly caught on fire; But other times she could swear something was doing it deliberately, like when a giant chicken had charged out of the Virginian cornfield and smashed the barn they’d been sleeping in. ‘That had not been the cock I was hoping to wrestle with.’ She’d thought.
Part of her wanted to just get everything out in the open. Spill everything to Luke right there in the warehouse and hope for the best, but she didn’t. Luke seemed far away, like he was still on that hill overlooking his mom’s house and talking to his dad. He’d seemed less confident since then; somehow unsure of what he wanted to do next. Annabeth didn’t want to add to that, but she felt like a water balloon about to burst at the seams.
Just as she was about to come clean, Grover called from downstairs. “Hey Luke! Could you come down and help me out for a second!”
“I’ll be right back.” Luke sighed, stood up and made his way back toward the offices.
He was gone for a few minutes when she heard a loud banging sound, a muffled scream and Luke cursing at Grover.
“Not so tight, moron! It’s not as much fun if she stops breathing.” Luke yelled.
“Who you callin’ a moron?!” Grover snapped back. “I’m not the one that let the satyr finish before jumping in.”
“I felt for the guy. Plus, it was really fucking hot! That girl really knows how to suck cock!” Luke laughed. Annabeth sat up straight and started listening more intently.
“Yeah—” Grover agreed. “—let’s just hope she knows how to use these other holes just as well as she runs her mouth. UNGH!”
There was another muffled shriek and a series of grunts. “Aahhh this is great! Do you know how long it’s been since I fucked a demigod?” Luke moaned.
“Mhmmmm Yes!—Yes I do… She didn’t last very long… Why was that again?” Grover asked disapprovingly.
“When will you stop holding that over me? Aghh fuck yes! It wasn’t my fault that she—” Luke tried to explain but was cut off.
“I don’t want to hear it!” Grover growled. “Just don’t do that with this one! I bet we can play with her for a few weeks before turning her over to… you know.”
“Yes, I do and if you’ll kindly shut the fuck up, I’d like to get back to breaking in her slutty little ass!” Luke said.
Annabeth was on the edge of her seat with her hands in her pants as the warehouse filled with the rough sounds of sex. Wet slaps of flesh on flesh and muffled sounds of pleasure turned her on fast. “Oh, fuck yes! Just look at this whore’s pussy!” Grover groaned, “See how it stretches around my dick? —Ahh fuck yes!”
“Her ass is even tighter!” Luke slapped Thalia’s rear, and she screamed! “Yeah bitch! You like that? —Slap!—Be a good little girl and cum on my friend's cock!”
“Agghh AhhhhhHHH PLEASE!” Thalia begged, but the boys ignored her, covered her mouth again and continued to fuck her.
Annabeth noticed Thalia’s cries were a little higher pitched than normal, but it wasn’t the foremost thought in her mind at the moment. That was: ‘This is my chance!’ She’d been about to tell Luke everything two minutes ago and now she had another chance to join in on the action and she wasn’t going to let anything get in her way this time.
She ran back to the offices and slid to a halt in front of the windows. The blinds were still closed, and shadows moved inside. Someone had lit a small lantern, and it cast three distinct shadows on the blinds. The shadows shimmered like a mirage and for a second the boys seemed much larger before going back to normal. The two guys stood on either side of Thalia and held her up by her legs while they took turns fucking her.
Annabeth’s heart pounded with excitement as she slipped her clothes off and started playing with herself while listening to her friends’ gasp and moan and make each other feel really damn good. ‘Damn Thalia… one guy’s not enough for you!’ She thought, jamming her fingers into her pussy. Her cunt muscles flexed around the digits, and she moaned with pleasure. ‘Ahhh—that feels so good. I wish they were Luke’s fingers…’
She sat on the floor in front of the window for five minutes, listening and watching the shadows of Luke and Grover double-team Thalia like she was just a piece of meat to them. Whenever the daughter of Zeus tried to talk, they would gag her with something and fuck her even harder.
“Tsk tsk tsk. Little cock-sleeves like you don’t get to speak.” Grover said.
“Yeah! Just get used! UNGH!” Luke agreed, plunging his dick into her slutty little ass.
Annabeth shuddered and came on her fingers. ‘Oh gods… I need to get in there!’ She stood in front of the door and hovered over the door handle when her Spidey Senses went off.
‘What? NO! WHY?!?! What could it possibly be now!’ Annabeth cried as yet another thing got in the way. She hated it but couldn’t deny that there was something off about the situation. A few small things like Thalia’s tone and Grover’s more aggressive personality didn’t add up, but then there was Luke; in the months she’d known him she knew two things for certain about him; He was loyal and fiercely protective of his friends, and he hated to share with new people. Both qualities were endearing, and she loved it when he acted all possessive over them, but that didn’t line up in this situation.
“Why does Luke seem fine sharing Thalia with Grover?” whispering it out loud didn’t make it seem less weird. ‘Somethings not right…’
“Uhhhh!—Yes Yes Yes baby! Such a good slut!” Luke moaned.
Thalia’s shadow arched her back as she shouted. “AAAGhhhhh fuckkkkkK! –Luuukeee! GROVER! Someone please— Ahhh fuck it hurts!”
‘Okay! That was definitely not a happy shout! I need to see what’s going on…’ Annabeth’s first instinct was to throw open the door and take everyone by surprise, but there was another part of her that really hoped she was overthinking this whole thing. Her friends were fine. Thalia was fine. Just hopped up in the heat of the moment… but she had to be sure.
She grabbed her dagger out of her pants and ran toward a set of stairs at the other end of the warehouse. The catwalks ran all over the place and if she remembered right, it also went right over the office. When she finally found the right walkway, she peered over the edge and prayed she was wrong. She wasn’t.
Annabeth gripped the railing in fear until her knuckles turned white. Down below were two huge humanoid creatures with fat bellies and big meaty hands, like catcher’s mitts. They had Thalia sandwiched between them, violating both her holes at the same time while she wailed and cried into a cloth gag. The creatures only had one eye in the center of their foreheads and the most terrifying thing was that they sounded exactly like her friends.
‘Luke and Grover! Where are—’ then she saw them. Grover was unconscious on his back; his pants and fake feet draped carefully over the arm of the couch and a pink knotted cock poked impressively out of his fur lined crotch; Cum dripped onto his fur like he’d just finished blowing his load. Luke was slumped awkwardly by the door. A purple welt forming on his head.
Annabeth felt helpless and consumed with bone-chilling fear. It was one thing to be attacked by random monsters that wanted to kill her just because she was a demigod, it was another thing entirely to know that those same monsters might want to rape her before killing her. ‘If I had gone in there…’ Annabeth shuddered at the thought, then felt enormously guilty for playing with herself while listening to that exact thing happen to Thalia.
‘—still happening to Thalia.’ She thought.
“Lookie Lookie,” One-Eyed Grover laughed, “I think she’d starting to like it!”
One-Eyed Luke grabbed Thalia’s head with his meaty hand; jerked it back and removed the cloth gag. She gasped for air like a fish out of water and growled through tears, “No! —I’m fucking not! UGGHHHH AAHHHH!” Her entire body was shaking with pain as it tried to expel the massive foreign objects from inside her ass and pussy.
“Oh yeah? Take a look at this?” One-Eyed Grover suddenly pulled out and showed her his cock, glistening with her juices.
“That—doesn’t—Aggh fuck! –mean anything assHOOO NO NO NO!—AAAGGHHHHH!” Thalia screamed as One-Eyed Luke over-corrected for his partners sudden departure by pulling her further back onto his dick. Annabeth couldn’t see how deep it had gone in from her position above, but the look on Thalia’s face said enough for her to get the picture. VERY DEEP.
“Oh! I LIKE THIS!” One-Eyed Luke moaned. He grasped her arms like handles and began thrusting in and out of her destroyed asshole without mercy, causing Thalia to have some kind of seizure on his dick.
“Hey! Not fair! You said we’d share this time!” One-Eyed Grover complained.
“You’re the one who pulled out! Fine! Get over here then, ‘cause this bitch is about to cum and I want it to hurt!”
One-Eyed Luke wrapped a beefy arm around Thalia’s throat and held her against his chest while the other cyclops thrust back inside her pussy. Thalia’s screams were so primal; so full of anger, pain and fear, that Annabeth could feel it all the way from up above. This time, Annabeth could see the older girl squirt against her will all over the creature’s cocks, then pass out from the brutal double fucking.
“OHHH FUCK! That was SO hot! Her wet pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight!” One-Eyed Grover moaned.
“Slut’s ass is so hot! I wanna pump her full right fucking now!” One-Eyed Luke gasped, thrusting faster.
“You better fucking hold it! Whoever cums first has to clean the bitch up for round two.” One-Eyed Grover warned. “Just wait, I’m almost there!”
“Fine but hurry the fuck up! Uaggh!”
The Cyclopes continued to rape Thalia’s unconscious body as Annabeth managed to pry her hands off the railings. ‘She can’t take another round of THAT!’ Annabeth thought, fighting through the panic and fear. Even if Thalia could survive, the monsters had no reason to keep her other friends alive.
‘Luke… Luke was in trouble and if she didn’t do anything—’ No. She was going to do something. She just hoped it didn’t get her, or her friends killed. Annabeth grabbed her dagger and climbed over the railing.
“I can’t hold it any longer! I’m gonna fucking cum!” One-Eyed Luke yelled, plunging in and out of her ass faster and faster, his cock at the edge of bursting.
“Me too, buddy! Let’s fill the bitch togeth—”
POOF!
Annabeth landed on One-Eyed Grover’s head and drove her dagger into his brain. The monster disintegrated in a puff of yellow dust. Now that half his support was gone, One-Eyed Luke lost his grip on Thalia and sent her flying off his cock onto the couch, her face landing just over Grover’s crotch. The Cyclops was so surprised that he came right then; blasting Annabeth from head to toe in monster jizz as she charged at him with her dagger.
Unfortunately, monster cum counted as a spoil of war because it didn’t disintegrate when the cyclops did. Annabeth dropped to her knees in a puddle of white goo and shook as her adrenaline dropped back to normal levels. Later she would appreciate how impressive it was for someone her age to take down two cyclopes, even if they were pretty young themselves; right then, she didn’t care. She was just happy her friends were okay.
“Ew—This stuff is gross…” She said, spitting monster cum out of her mouth. It didn’t taste anything like Luke’s. She looked like she’d been slimed at the Kid’s Choice Awards, except this slime was white and smelled like kelp and expired toothpaste.
“Ohhh… my head.” Grover groaned from the couch. He tried rising up on his elbows and noticed Thalia inches from his dick and smiled. “Oh gods… you made me cum so hard I must have hit my head. You’re welcome to keep sucking it, but I think you drained it pretty good the first time. Plus, we don’t want your boyfriend to come in and see…” he trailed off as he saw them; Luke unconscious by the door and Annabeth naked, covered in monster spunk.
He jumped up so fast he actually shoved his cock back in Thalia’s mouth for a second. “It’s not what it looks like! I was just—Oh Gods! What happened?” He noticed the monster dust and her cum-splattered face, then broke down in tears.
“I am the worst protecter in the world!” He bleated.
After a lot of sobbing and blubbery apologies, Annabeth was able to explain that the cyclopes had raped Thalia, not her and that she’d gotten a face full as a parting gift after she killed them. That didn’t do much to waylay his guilt, but he did look at her like he was very impressed.
Annabeth used some paper towels from a supply closet to clean up as best she could, but she was still incredibly sticky. ‘I need a bath.’ She thought as she threw on her clothes and prayed that they wouldn’t stain. She helped Thalia get cleaned up and covered her mouth when she saw the damage to her pussy and ass. She’d seen what they normally looked like after a good fucking once before and this wasn’t it. Her pussy was stretched way too big, and her ass seemed to have PTSD because it wouldn’t stop opening and closing; like it was expecting the Monster’s cock to push in at any moment.
Grover grabbed his pack, pulled out an intricately carved ceramic flask and poured some of the liquid into Thalia’s mouth, ass and vagina.
“What is that stuff?” Annabeth asked.
“Nectar of the Gods. It’s like ambrosia.” he explained. “It can heal most injuries that aren’t life threatening over time, but too much at once could turn you to ashes like those monsters.”
‘Convenient.’ She thought, doubtful that a drink could fix that amount of damage, but sure enough, Thalia’s holes started to close up. They finished getting Thalia dressed just as Luke started to come around.
“Ngg—Nghh—Shit! Cyclops!” Luke bolted upright and immediately rolled into a crouch; his hands up ready to defend himself. When all he saw was Grover and Annabeth huddled over Thalia on the couch, he let his guard down and winced as pain made his head throb.
When Thalia woke up, she filled Luke in on what happened and didn’t mince words, which Annabeth was grateful for, even though it seemed to make Luke uncomfortable. She told them that two cyclopes had barged in and taken them while they were distracted, knocking Grover unconscious and proceeding to rape her. She neglected to mention the reason the two were so distracted in the first place, but Annabeth could see Grover’s face get red and instinctively cover his crotch. ‘He forgot to put his pants and fake feet back on.’ She wondered if his animal cock was going to pop out in the middle of the story. ‘For his sake I hope not…’
Despite not knowing about him fucking Thalia’s slutty mouth, Luke was still furious with Grover.
“WHAT KIND OF SHITTY LITTLE PROTECTER ARE YOU THAT YOU CAN’T—”
***
Annabeth winced as the dream changed again. ‘No… not this one…’ she willed the vision to go away. She knew this memory better than most and didn’t want to relive it; But she seldom got what she wanted from dreams.
It was the middle of the night, and she was once again running for her life. The wind howled and cold rain whipped at her hair. She, Luke, Thalia and Grover were running through the woods being chased by only gods knew how many monsters with more on the way. Grover had lost his fake legs somewhere over the Brooklyn Bridge and the rest of them didn’t look much better. Luke was cut up and bleeding from a gash in his arm; Thalia had been jumped by a creature made of razers that had shredded her clothes down to just her socks and leather boots and Annabeth was soaked in freezing mud from the chest down.
“We’re almost there! Just over that hill!” Grover yelled over the wind.
“That’s what you said about the last hill!” Thalia shouted.
“I’m sure this time!”
Annabeth hoped so. She didn’t know if she could take much more of this. From the moment they’d left that warehouse in Connecticut, they’d been pursued by angry hordes of Cyclopes, Hell Hounds and other assorted things that go bump in the night. Annabeth was positive it was because she’d killed the two cyclopes, but her friends had shut her down quick.
“You saved our lives!” Thalia had said.
“Yeah. No way this is your fault.” Luke agreed.
“Technically it’s Thalia’s…” Grover muttered.
“Thanks a lot dude!” Thalia had hit him with a coke can.
He just plucked it out of the air and took a bite, munching on the aluminum. “I’m sorry, but a daughter of Zeus has a strong scent. It’s a wonder you’ve all survived this long on your own.”
Annabeth thought about all that as the monsters closed in behind them. “There at the tree line—Oh shit! —Annabeth look out!” Luke shouted. Annabeth turned just as a fist shot out from the darkness and struck her across the chest. She tumbled backward down the hill toward the army of monsters.
“NO!” Her friends shouted and charged after her. Luke and Grover each grabbed an arm and hauled her back up the hill while Thalia held the monsters at bay with her shield. The image of the gorgon medusa adorned the face and paralyzed her enemies with fear, but it wouldn’t stop them for long.
“Come daughter of Zeus! We don’t bite!” A creature called from the darkness. “We just want a taste—just a little taste—of that godly pussy we’ve heard so much about!”
“Fat chance pencil dick! Fuck off!” Thalia shouted, but Annabeth could sense fear in her friend’s voice.
“Ah haha! —You thought a few young cyclopes were too much? Just wait till we get our hands all over that tight little body!” The hoard roared in agreement and surged forward as Annabeth and the boys made it over the hill.
“Thalia! Hurry!” Luke shouted, his voice catching in his throat as Thalia reached the top of the hill.
Annabeth would remember that moment forever. Thalia standing there, naked, looking like an Amazon goddess under a dark sky; dripping with blood sweat and victory. She’d never looked better, and Annabeth had never felt prouder to call her a friend.
Then she was gone.
The hoard of monsters howled with triumph as they seized Thalia from behind and dragged her into their midst. Swirling around her; their slimy hands and perverted tentacles forced themselves inside her while she screamed with desperation. “NO! NOT AGAIN! PLEASE NOT AGAIN!”
Thunder rumbled and lightning split the sky as a blinding light struck the earth and vaporized every last monster on the hill. On the summit, where Thalia had once stood so majestically, was now a hundred-foot-tall pine tree.
The blast threw Annabeth, Luke and Grover over fifty feet down the embankment and she had just enough time to shed a tear for her friend before her head hit the ground and she lost consciousness.
***
Camp Half-Blood. A safe haven for the children of the gods. A place where they could train and grow into the heroes they were always meant to be. Sounded like a dream come true, but not everyone made it there in one piece. For weeks Annabeth grieved the loss of her friend, but after that, things in her life became surprisingly…normal.
The incident at the camps border had woken pretty much everyone, but Annabeth remembered very little as people dragged her and Luke to safety. She remembered seeing a big blue farmhouse, a bearded man with horse legs and a bunch of concerned faces. She drifted in and out of consciousness for two days as the bearded man, now somehow in a wheelchair, tried to ask her questions. She wasn’t able to tell him much before passing out again. The next time she came around, people were arguing over her bed.
“—she has a right to know!” A boy was saying. Annabeth’s eyes were still heavy, but she managed to open them long enough to get a look at the people in the room. There was a girl and a boy, each maybe around fifteen or sixteen, then there was the bearded man in the wheelchair. The boy had unruly hair like Luke’s and a smile that said, ‘No officer, I definitely didn’t steal the car.’; and the girl looked serious. She had her blonde hair pulled back in a high ponytail and wore an orange t-shirt that said, Camp Half-Blood on it.
“Shut up David!” The girl groaned, rolling her eyes. “Don’t you have enough whores in Cabin 11 to stick your tiny dick in?!”
“Why? You offering?” the boy asked. Annabeth heard a slap and winced.
“Okay, thank you Daphne, that’s enough.” The bearded man said trying to play referee.
Daphne composed herself, “Look, Chiron, if what that Luke boy said is true and she is one of Athena’s then this should be my decision as head of Cabin 6.”
“Well, she hasn’t been claimed officially yet so unless you want to break hundreds of years of tradition, then she’s gonna end up with us.” David said. “Besides, I’m betting she’s not so innocent as you guys think she is. Luke told me some stuff after the tour, and I’d bet 12 drachmas she’ll be just like the rest of us.”
“Not ALL of us, David. Some of us have self-control.”
David raised his voice, and Annabeth felt his annoyance turn to anger. “My self-control issues aren’t the topic of this conversation. You bitches in cabin 6 are NOT better than the rest of us; At least we don’t suppress our emotions! What do you think bottling up all those naughty little impulses is gonna do? Internalizing that shit isn’t gonna make it go away and one of these days its gonna blow up in one of your faces.”
“Enough!” Chiron yelled. “You both have valid points. Daphne, I understand your position and I find it admirable that you want to protect the girl from things you feel are harmful, but David is right. Whether any of us like it or not—"
“I fuckin’ love it!” David pumped his fist in the air.
Chiron glared at him then repeated himself, “Whether any of us like it or not these impulses you demigods have, are a big part of who you are, even if some of you choose to ignore them. The girl—
“She’s got a name, doesn’t she?” Daphne asked. “Or would you prefer her to stay a nameless piece of meat too.”
“Daphne that’s not fair—” Chiron said.
“You know what’s NOT fair!? It’s not fair that within the first few hours of getting here the female demigods are given this perverted little tour and told that they are predestined to become sluts. It’s not fair that most of them get thrown into the Hermes cabin for months or even years before being claimed. It’s not fair that during that time they are constantly reaffirmed of that fact by getting groped, molested or worse. It’s not fair that we have to spend years countering all the damage you guys do and it makes the camper’s life 10 times harder.”
“Hey! I resent that! Everything that happens in Cabin 11 is purely consensual. Secondly, we give the tour to guys too. I just gave it to Luke about an hour ago. And third, I don’t doubt it’s hard to brainwash kids into thinking that sex is bad when they’ve already felt how amazing it is. That’s a you problem.”
“Stop! We’ve gone on long enough.” Chiron said. “I’m sorry Daphne, but tradition stands. Unless Annabeth is officially claimed, she’ll be placed in Cabin 11—”
“Yessss!” David celebrated.
“—however, you can go ahead and give her the tour.” Chiron gestured to Daphne. “And I’ll leave it up too you what you include or don’t.” Chiron said.
“This is crazy.” David said. “The point of the tour isn’t about indoctrination, it’s about explanation. What is she going to think when those feelings begin to pop up?”
“You let me worry about that.” Daphne stated.
When Annabeth finally woke up, she only remembered fractions of the conversation and the tour made her forget the rest. Camp Half-Blood stole her breath away; It took up the last ten square miles of Montauk on the north shore of Long Island. There was “The Big House” which was where she’d been recuperating for the last few days; it was a baby blue plantation style farmhouse that looked like it came from an old civil war documentary. There was an old Greek style amphitheater; Pegasus stables; volleyball courts and so much more that Annabeth needed to ask for the tour a few times to remember it all. Then there was the Cabin’s, which in Annabeth’s opinion, were the weirdest collection of buildings she’d ever seen. Each one tailored to one of the twelve Olympian Gods for their children. Annabeth wanted to go down and check them all out, but Daphne said they didn’t have time.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to see everything, but it’s time for dinner. Hopefully you’ll get claimed tonight.”
“Claimed?” Annabeth inclined her head.
Daphne told her that it was when a godly parent chose to claim their kids by giving them a sign over their heads. Then the kid would get placed in the appropriate cabin with all of their new siblings.
“But what if I already know who my godly parent is? It’s Athena.” Annabeth asked.
Daphne’s face soured as she told her that most gods ignore their kids and if they weren’t officially claimed at camp, they usually ended up in Cabin 11. Hermes, being the god of travels, merchants, messengers and about a dozen other things took in people from all over. Annabeth tried not to blush as she thought about sharing a cabin with Luke. She was a little worried about being claimed. Her mom had helped her survive for the first few months after she ran away from home, then she sent friends who helped her. ‘Maybe she thinks she’s done enough.’ She thought.
Thankfully Annabeth’s worries were unfounded. That night at dinner a glowing silver owl appeared over her head; the Athena cabin cheered and welcomed their newest sister.
Time passed and she grew accustomed to her new life. She saw Luke every now and then running down to the lake or sparring in the arena and she would blush hard while remembering all the times she’d seen him and Thalia having sex. She still had a huge crush on him, but she didn’t yearn to touch or taste his dick anymore. In fact, just thinking about how much she’d wanted him made her really embarrassed and it was hard for her to get through long conversations with him. She didn’t even feel compelled to touch herself anymore. (Not that she didn’t still do it sometimes.) That building pressure in her head and pussy that she’d grown accustomed too had gone quiet after her first night in the Athena cabin, making her feel like every other camper… Normal.
***
Notes:
Tell me your thoughts in the comments!
The reception of the first 2 chapters were very well received so i figured that I would post one more. Annabeth's journey started younger than Percy's so initially she will have more POV chapters in the beginning to catch her up to the present.
There will also be a few concepts added to the story that may be confusing, make no sense or are straight up contradictive. Trust me. I'm slightly confused too, just bear with me and hopefully it will all come together.
Chapter 4: Annabeth
Chapter by EyeoftheBeholder (Valleyofspires)
Summary:
Extreme smut with plot. Read at your own risk. 18+/ Mature.
Annabeth's first years at Camp half-blood felt mostly normal. At least, as normal as a camp filled with demigods could be. But there was this nagging feeling that something was being kept from her. Some big part of reality that was being kept just out of sight fir years, then one day she learned the truth and her whole reality came undone.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Annabeth
The dream changed again as years passed at camp. Annabeth learned a lot; Monster fighting classes, archery lessons, metalworking with the Hephestus Cabin, and battle strategy, but there was always this nagging feeling in the back of her mind like something was being kept from her.
Turns out she was right. ‘Shocker!’ After a few years, Daphne went off to college in the mortal world and a new councilor took over Cabin 6. The councilor’s name was Michael, and he ran things a bit differently. One of the first things he did was take Annabeth for a walk along the beach and share some of those things that had been kept from her.
“Soooo… Um—Why’d you wanna talk down here?” Annabeth asked, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. Getting a one-on-one with her last councilor anytime in the last four years hadn’t gone well for her.
“Privacy mostly.” Michael said. “There’s a bunch of stuff that you need to know and unfortunately I drew the short straw.”
‘What did he mean, short straw? What was so bad that people had to vote on who had to tell her?’ She thought.
He must have read her mind because he quickly added, “Don’t worry, I only meant that I thought this would be better coming from Chiron, but he thought differently since it pertains to Cabin 6 matters as well.”
Annabeth nodded her understanding, and he continued. “So, the first thing you need to know is that I’ve been accepted at the university of Ohio starting next fall.”
“Wow, that’s awesome!” Annabeth congratulated him.
“Thank you. Anyway, after me, you’ve been here the longest, so you’ll be taking over as head counselor for Cabin 6 and as a counselor, you’ll be expected to help teach and guide any new campers who get claimed by our mom… Unfortunately.—Ah fuck me…”
Annabeth was so ecstatic that she almost didn’t catch his hesitation. “What? What is it? Just say it, I’m a big girl. I can take whatever it is.” Annabeth crossed her arms and pouted. ‘Yeah… you sure act like one. Get it together, Chase.’
“That’s kind of the whole problem.” He stopped walking and sat on a fallen tree and looked out over the Sound. “—wait a minute, what do you mean big girl? Aren’t you like, eleven?”
‘Next month.’ She thought. “Stop dodging the question, Michael!” She raised her voice a bit too much and he winced.
“Okay fine. When you first arrived, a decision was made to not tell you some fundamental things about being a demigod. It wasn’t my decision, and I was adamantly against it, but Daphne had the final call. Now that she’s gone It’s my job to fill you in, so you’re not blindsided by a few things.”
“Okay… you’re kinda freaking me out. What the hell didn’t she want me to know?”
Michael exhaled long and low, then flipped her world on its head. “In addition to having ADHD and dyslexia, there is one more thing that is inherent in nearly every demigod… We are horny ALL THE TIME.”
He waited for her to react, but when she still looked confused, he deflated. “Damn it… Okay, look. When we reach a certain age, we go through something we call “The Change.” Think of it like normal puberty except it’s a hundred times stronger and effects way more than just our bodies”
“What?” Annabeth looked at him like he was pulling her leg. “You’re kidding, right?” She’d been nervous enough about going through real puberty.
He shook his head slowly. “No. It’s true. Our godly side means we have ten times the amount of hormones that mortal kids have. That extra juice makes us faster, stronger; heightens our senses in battle, but it also makes us predisposed to want to fuck anything with a pulse.”
Annabeth stared at him dumbfounded. “This—this is unbelievable… how could I not have—why did nobody tell me!” she yelled.
“It was Daphne’s call. Her little experiment to see how long she could keep a ‘innocent’ soul from succumbing to all the debauchery that goes on around here.”
‘I was and experiment?’ Annabeth thought angrily. “What debauchery? I’ve never seen anything like that around here.”
That wasn’t entirely true. Annabeth wasn’t blind. She’d seen many inappropriate things in the last four years, she just hadn’t attributed them to anything other than teenagers acting like teenagers. Not some innate need to fuck like rabbits.
“I’m sure you’ve seen more than you realize. That’s why Daphne was so hands on with you. Every time she sensed something was about to happen, she’d steer your attention somewhere else. From what I could see, it was a full-time job for her. I mean, just look over there.”
Micheal pointed down the beach toward a group of kids playing in the sand. “So?” she asked. “Their building a sandcastle or something. What about it?”
“Look closer.” He urged.
She cupped her hands over her eyes like binoculars and looked again. ‘By the gods!’ Sure enough, what she had mistaken as a group of kids building sandcastles was actually an all-out orgy. Several girls were on their knees blowing a couple of handsome boys from Apollo and a busty brunette was getting it handed to her from both ends. “Is… is that Selena Beauregard?”
“Mhmm looks like it.” he nodded, shielding his eyes from the glare off the water. “From what I’ve heard, she’s become quite a little slut since she got here.”
Annabeth’s head spun. This stuff happened all the time? There was no way she could have missed all that sex happening around her. Could she? No; not after Luke and Thalia…
“But WHY though?” She asked. “Why would Daphne hide all this from me? And what do you mean ‘from what you’ve heard’? Don’t you…you know? —do it too?”
Micheal rubbed his eyes like he was about to get a headache. “The answer to both of those is…complicated. I’ll start with the last one. No. I don’t have sex. No one in our cabin does.”
“No one?” Annabeth asked, suddenly disappointed.
Michael shook his head. “Not since Daphne took over, and about fifteen or so years prior to that too.” He grabbed a stick off the ground and started doodling in the sand, then asked, “You know how we’re born right?”
“Yes.” Annabeth said right away. She always felt super self-conscious talking about it. It was weird telling someone that you were born out of a shared love of knowledge. Literally. She’d popped out of her mom’s head like a feisty blonde thought.
“Yeah, well that means that Athena is still technically one of the three virgin goddesses along with Artemis and Hestia, and as her kids, we abide by her oath as well, as a way to honor the goddess.”
Annabeth tried to wrap her mind around that idea. Honoring the gods wasn’t new to her. She did it every time before dinner; scraping a piece of her meal into the fire as an offering to her mother. But vows of chastity? She didn’t see how abstaining from sex honored their mom. Annabeth paced the beach as he waited for her to respond.
“Really? You just… fight nature?” she finally asked. If it was true that they were literally bred to be promiscuous, then Annabeth doubted anyone could successfully resist through sheer force of will alone.
“That’s part of it. We think our mom gives us some protection from some of the more primal urges; either that or we have less hormones then the average demigod because we weren’t born naturally—”
“Sounds like you’re guessing.” Annabeth noted.
“It’s true; there is no definitive answer, but it’s all we’ve been able to come up with over the years.”
“So—umm—we don’t get horny at all?” Annabeth asked, knowing full well that she got horny plenty of times.
He looked at her like she was crazy then busted up laughing, “No, we do. —Ha! Boy yeah, we do. We just don’t act on those dirty impulses.” Annabeth wasn’t sure what she was hoping for; maybe just some reassurance that she wasn’t some freak but holding in her feelings like that; she didn’t know how she felt about that.
“How? That’s sounds like torture.” She asked.
Michael got a pained expression that told her she’d struck a nerve, then said, “Lots of practice and self-control, which leads us back around to your first question.” He threw his stick away.
“When we get new campers at Cabin 6, we usually have to do weeks of rehab to weed out all that perverted crap they get from staying in the Hermes’ cabin. The kids there are manipulative and it’s very difficult to reset someone after they’ve already felt how strong arousal can be at this camp. You were the first child of Athena to come here, already knowing who your mother was, for a long time; So, Daphne wanted to try and keep you out of the hands of the rest of the camp so it wouldn’t be so hard for you to acclimatize to Cabin 6. She succeeded, but after you were saved from being Hermes’ Cabin’s newest plaything; she took it a step too far and decided she would shield you from every sexually devious experience the camp would try and force on you. It was practically a full-time job for her, but she really wanted to let you keep your innocence as long as she could.”
Anabeth felt bad. She was far from innocent; maybe she hadn’t had sex yet, but she’d planned too years ago and was only stopped by circumstances beyond her control.
“Why the hell was Daphne so concerned with keeping me innocent? I’m not! I mean…” Annabeth trailed off as her thoughts raced with a million different questions.
“I’m not one hundred percent, but I’ve got a pretty good guess. Daphne’s mom is a pretty popular porn-star.” Michael said.
“Athena’s a pornstar?!” Annabeth’s jaw hit the floor as she started to question everything she knew to be true. Is the sky really blue? Does two plus two still equal four?
“Ah ha No! gods no.” Michael doubled over at her expression of horror. “Her other mom.” He said when he finished laughing.
“Athena fell in love with a pornstar?”
He shrugged, “Maybe she was a really smart pornstar.” He told her how Daphne had grown up around her mom’s work and been heavily influenced at a young age. She was molested and made to do some very unsavory things with some of her mom’s coworkers, and because of that she’d had a pretty major chip on her shoulder.
“Maybe she saw you as a chance to protect someone from the stuff she went through. Who knows. In any case, I don’t think she realized what the long-term consequences would be.” He continued. “Since you came to camp so young, your hormones should have kicked in over time, as you were slowly exposed to more and more sex around camp. But since you weren’t, its gonna end up hitting you all at once, and we don’t have the time to fully prepare you for the effects, ‘cause whatever your expecting, it isn’t even close.”
Annabeth’s face drained of color. “So… When will—when will I start to—” she stammered.
“That’s the thing. We don’t know. Everyone gets it at different times and to varying degrees, but most campers get it before they turn twelve.”
Michael started to tell her a few coping skills that the Athena kids used to stop themselves from acting on their natural impulses. The most effective ones were finding an obsession, something other than sex, to give all their attention to. For him it was woodcarving.
Annabeth nodded absentmindedly while he continued to talk, but she wasn’t listening anymore. She was too far in her own head, re-examining all her memories in light of this new information and ‘Holy fucking shit.’ Practically every one of her memories at camp had something perverted or sexual happening in the background.
‘Maybe I am fucking blind!’ She thought.
This was a lot of new information to get all at once. Ten minutes ago, she would have been honored to be the next head counselor of her cabin, but now she wondered if she’d even be up to the task. She hadn’t dealt with these types of feelings for years. She wasn’t hornier than any normal kid her age, and she certainly wasn’t looking to have sex. At least, not yet anyway. She thought that maybe her hormones had actually kicked in before she even got to camp. All those months running around with Luke and Thalia had been filled with sexual tension and intense feelings. ‘Maybe I just learned to control them already.’ That sounded right to her. It was the most logical explanation, so it was the one she chose to believe… for about ten days.
***
“Aghh! Oh shit!” Annabeth gasped in surprise as the dream changed again and she found herself in the middle of the canoe lake, grasping at her side while a wave of pleasure surged through her body.
“You okay Annabeth?” Jamie, a Demeter girl, asked from the front of the boat.
Annabeth nodded, but she was far from okay. Her face was red from more than just the sun and her skin tingled pleasantly all over; Her nipples were hard as pebbles and arousal leaked through her bathing suit and into her shorts. It had been less than two weeks since her eye-opening conversation with Michael, and in that time, she’d seen more sex than ever before. The Hermes cabin making off with every piece of clothing from the Demeter cabin; Dual cabin orgies between the Apollo kids and the Aphrodite kids; The Hephestus kids selling sex toys they made in exchange for blowjobs; The North beach past the Poseidon cabin where she’d never really gone before was a fully nude beach now? It was a bit overwhelming. Everywhere she looked there were hot, naked guys, muscles gleaming with sweat, as they fucked girl after girl in front of her. ‘Just like Luke…’ She thought. She’d had to suppress the urge to go spy on him too, not sure if she’d be disappointed that he wasn’t fucking some girl, or jealous that he was, and it just wasn’t her.
She’d been thinking about heading back to her cabin to see if Micheal could remind her of those distraction techniques when she was suddenly overwhelmed. An onslaught of horniness hit her like a freight train and stole the breath right out of her lungs.
Her vision narrowed and she felt exposed, like a raw nerve. Annabeth had known Jamie for two years. She wouldn’t call them close friends, but they did a lot of the same activities together. She was a lean girl, a bit older than her with a calm aura and auburn hair and normally she was nothing to gawk at, at least Annabeth didn’t think so, but now… Annabeth felt like a salivating dog. Jamie’s bikini top was made of thin material and her hard nipples were clearly visible beneath the fabric.
‘If I could just put one of them in my mouth…’ Annabeth’s core flared as she pictured herself tearing off Jamie’s clothes. ‘Just a little…taste—’ Annabeth reached for the string of her top but yanked her hand back before she pulled it. ‘—get it together Chase. Michael warned you this was coming—AHHh but he didn’t say it was gonna feel like…this!’ Annabeth tried to shake away the feelings, but it was no use. They’d crept in deep and intended to stay. She tried to focus anywhere but on Jamie, but that was even worse. All around her were people she’d known for years, swimming, racing canoes, and playing water games, but now all she saw was hard bodies, bouncing tits and tented swim-trunks.
Before she knew what she was doing, Annabeth threw herself out of the canoe and started swimming back to the dock. “Hey! Where are you going?” Jamie called, but Annabeth was already gone.
To her annoyance, the dip in the lake didn’t cool her off. Now she was horny and wet all over instead of just between her legs. She made it to the dock and climbed up. “Thank gods!” She breathed a sigh of relief to see she was alone. She pulled off her wet shoes, socks and shorts and laid them out to dry while she hung her feet over the edge of the dock and stared at the water. ‘Nothing sexy about water…right?’ she hoped, trying to stem the tide of arousal, but it wasn’t working. She pictured hot tubs filled with teens, touching, kissing, putting things inside of her. She imagined grabbing ahold of cocks, one after another and putting them in her mouth, sucking so ravenously that it would have made Thalia jealous. ‘Thalia…and Luke…’ then all the guys turned into Luke, and he was holding her, caressing her cheeks. His strong hands guiding her legs open. Feeling his long, veiny dick tap her pussy, teasing her pink button before thrusting forward and…
“Hey! What’s up?”
“Ahghhhnn…” Annabeth’s eyes shot open, and her face turned the color of the strawberry fields as she was ripped out of her fantasy. A boy, a bit older than her had swam up to her and was checking her out. “Wh-What do you want?” she gasped.
“Ah nothin’. Just saw you over here and it looked like you could use some help.” The boy was smirking from ear to ear while his gaze lingered between her legs.
She didn’t know what he meant until she looked down and turned an even deeper shade of red. Her one-piece swimsuit was pulled to the side, and she was actively jamming her fingers in and out of her pussy; part of her swimsuit slipped over one shoulder, and she was playing with her nipple.
She was mortified and at a total loss for words, but at the same time she couldn’t stop. It felt just too damn good and the fact that this cute boy was watching her made it feel even better. She squirmed on the dock, teasing her clit, spreading her petite fleshy curtains and thrusting her wet fingers in and out. She moaned as her pussy constricted around her fingers. ‘Oh gods! What am I doing?’ She thought as she kept putting on a show for the boy. He was cute, with dark curly hair and the same ‘up to no good look’ that all the Hermes’ boys had.
The Hermes boy took her continued masturbation as an invitation and swam beneath her, popping up between her legs and spreading them apart even more. She yipped in surprise as his fingers walked up her inner thighs ‘till they were on either side of her pussy. ‘They’re so much bigger than mine.’ She removed her fingers and waited, breathless to see what he was gonna do.
“Ahhhh oh my—” Annabeth moaned as he spread her pussy lips and tenderly guided his index finger up and down her wet slit. He slipped it in slowly, all the way to the knuckle, then swirled it around in a clockwise motion. “Aha!—AHHH—Agh!”
“Oooh you’re a sensitive one, aren’t you?” He teased, pulling his finger out and tasting her juices. “—And you taste sweet too.”
She arched her hips closer to the dock’s edge, eager for the cute boy to finger-fuck her some more, but instead he reached under her ass and pulled her to the very edge, so his face was right between her legs. “What are you— OOOOHHHMYGODS!” Annabeth yelped when he started to lick her virgin pussy. Annabeth had seen quite a number of girls this past week in this very same position and from the looks of pure enjoyment on their faces, she guessed that whatever was happening felt really good. That was a fucking understatement! The sensations were unlike anything she’d been able to do herself. A boy! An actual boy was licking her vagina like it was made of vanilla ice cream! Each time his tongue slid up her slit, it sent waves of unexplainable pleasure through her tiny body. ‘Is this what sex feels like? All this time?’ she thought, kicking herself for not trying this sooner.
Logically she knew ninety percent of her feelings were being enhanced by ‘The Change’ kicking in, but she didn’t care. This was amazing! Annabeth moaned louder and louder until she was sure campers from across the canoe lake could hear how good this Hermes boy was making her feel.
“Oh my gods that—that feels— OH GODS keep licking me just like that!” Annabeth cried. The boy teased her clit with his tongue for another few minutes then did something she hadn’t expected. He pushed it inside her. She felt faint and put her hand over her forehead. His tongue was longer than she first realized. “Shit! You—Your tongue is inside me!” Annabeth looked between her legs and the boy smiled.
“Hell yeah it is, baby! And damn girl!—Your pussy tastes so fucking hot!” He said, between licks. “What’s your name? I’ve seen you around, but if I’d have known what a cute little slit you had hiding here, I would have introduced myself sooner.”
Annabeth gasped as he ravenously ate her pussy. “Ann—Aggh! Fuck! Its Anna—OH SHIT!” She tried to tell him her name, but each time she did, he would hit a certain spot with his tongue, and she felt like she might explode all over the place.
“That’s okay princess, I don’t need to know your name. ‘Cause by the end of today you’ll just be known as my newest fucktoy.”
“I don’t—ahhhgh!—I don’t think so.” Annabeth said, a smidge of defiance breaking through her horny shell. She didn’t know what a fucktoy was, but she had a pretty good guess. The idea of being some boys personal whore was revolting and extremely hot at the same time.
“—My name’s Conner. I just thought you should know since you’ll be screaming it out in a few minutes when I fuck that tight little pussy.” he said, completely ignoring her. He began to climb out of the water, pushing Annabeth onto her back as he delved deeper into her pussy.
‘I can’t believe I’m doing this!’ Annabeth felt eyes on her from every direction. Anyone—Everyone could see her acting like… well, like everyone else, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the boy’s long tongue slipping in and out of her cute little cunny. She didn’t care that she was acting like a total whore or that it wasn’t the ‘Athena way’, she just didn’t want it to stop. She pulled his hair to keep him between her legs then started humping his face, milking his tongue for as much pleasure as it could give her. He moaned and sent vibrations through her pussy that made her gasp. ‘Godssssss yes yes yes!—Please give me more!’
As if responding to her silent plea, the boy pushed that button again, then again, and again. Her legs trembled as she squirted into his mouth. “Oh gods! Oh gods!—Conner I’m cumming!”
Conner then did something else she hadn’t prepared for, (Let’s be honest, she didn’t prepare for any of this.) and picked her straight up off the ground and held her by her ass in front of his face as her climax lingered. He stood there on the dock, drinking her like she was a slutty juice box until her orgasm subsided.
“Wow blondie! Now that was some orgasm.” Conner said, slapping her ass. “Let’s take this somewhere a bit more private, shall we?”
He carried her like that off the dock and up toward the cabins, legs wrapped around his head while he continually sampled her wet pussy, keeping her in a state of post-orgasmic bliss. She looked around at the people watching them as they passed; thankfully it wasn’t the whole camp, but at least a dozen kids watched them with hungry eyes. Conner took her into a small, wooded area near the central hearth and set her down.
“Here we go, this should be good.” Conner said, “Now let’s see the rest of that hot little body.” He told her to strip. She didn’t want to, she wanted to fight the urges like a real child of Athena, but her body didn’t listen. She stripped and he started touching her, playing with her cute bubbly ass, sucking on her nipples and fingering her soaking wet snatch. She moaned as his fingers ran all over her body.
“Tell me you want it baby.” He teased, grinding his cock between her ass cheeks.
Annabeth gasped as she felt the hard member through his shorts. She wanted it! She couldn’t remember wanting anything so much in her entire life. She nodded emphatically and he stood in front of her.
“Say it!” he began undoing his shorts and her mouth salivated at the thought of wrapping her lips around his cock, sucking on the shaft till he came in her mouth, ‘—just like Luke and Thalia.’ But before Conner could pull it out, a shield struck him on the head, and he collapsed on the grass. Standing right behind him was the head counselor for Cabin 6, Michael. He was really sweaty and out of breath like he’d just run across the whole camp as fast as he could. He was dressed for combat practice and had a sword strapped to his belt.
“I got here—as fast—as I could.” He panted. “Am I too late?”
Annabeth didn’t even hear him; all she could think about was Conner’s cock. ‘It’s still there, maybe I could just get a quick taste… or maybe Michael would… Yeah! Bet he’s got a good cock!’ Annabeth’s glassy gaze drifted from Conner’s crotch to Michaels and before he could defend himself, she was on top of him, tearing off his armor and struggling to get his shorts off.
“Annabeth, stop! This is what I was afraid of, you can’t control your—Hey, get your hands out of—OHHH SHIT, NO YOU DON’T!”
You know when a person is in a rage, and they say that all they could see was red? Well, all Annabeth could see was pink. Instead of coming down from her last orgasm, her urges only increased until her mind was consumed with a single, unbreakable thought. ‘I need to get fucked right now!’
She managed to pull his cock out and get it semi-hard before Michael could subdue her. He put her in a chokehold and the last thing she felt was his semi get fully erect against her lower back.
***
She didn’t remember a lot about the following two weeks, just snippets. A rush of endorphins here, a blinding orgasm there. Rage and lust mixed with absence. Looking back, it was like going through rehab, but at the time it just felt like torture. She woke up in the big house with Michael and Chiron sitting next to her bed.
“Ohh, my head…” Annabeth asked, pressing the heels of her palms against her temples as Michael handed her a glass of water. She took it and drained it. “—Ughh… what happened?”
While Michael went to get her another glass, Chiron tried to explain. The long and short of it was that she had the most intense reaction to her godly hormones kicking in that the centaur had ever seen. It had started off small enough but built like a brush fire in a wheat field. Chiron did not share Cabin 6’s views on suppressing their gods given urges, but he agreed that loosing her on the camp in her current state would have been a mistake. So, he gave her some herbs to curb her sex drive just enough to get her back down to normal levels, but it had taken two weeks, during which time she’d been locked in the basement of the big house.
Annabeth didn’t remember much. She’d felt near crazy, screaming for dick or masturbating for hours until Michael showed up with a straitjacket. Chiron said that she hadn’t been allowed visitors, but she thought she could remember one or two of them. She recalled a long, pink cock, slathered in spit, then a warm cum bath that made her skin crawl with pleasure, but she wasn’t sure if it was a memory or just a fantasy. When she asked, Chiron quickly changed the subject.
She did feel better; less manic at least, but she still felt like a failure. Sure, she’d only known that the increased hormones were coming for a week or so, but she’d been so confident that she’d be able to control herself. That fact that her willpower had been overridden by primal impulses so easily made her feel ashamed and angry.
Michael returned with another glass of water and handed it to her. He apologized again for not being able to prepare her adequately and must have been able to read the emotions off her face, because he told her it wasn’t her fault. After witnessing her ravenous hormones firsthand, it was the worst case he’d ever seen. She’d been given zero preparation, so the response was so overwhelming it turned her into a sex crazed lunatic. It was a small miracle that she was still a virgin.
“It was so intense that it even affected me.” Michael said. “When you jumped me, I almost threw all my training out the window and fucked you myself.”
Annabeth felt herself get wet at the thought of Michael saying screw it to everything he believed just to have sex with her. “Uhh… How long am I gonna feel like this?” she asked.
Chiron handed her a Tupperware box filled with green herbs. It kinda looked like pot, but Annabeth couldn’t be sure. He said that due to the severity of her reaction, he recommended that she stay in the big house another few days to let the herbs finish their work. They wouldn’t get rid of her urges, but they would help bring down the intensity quicker than if she tried to power through on willpower alone.
She agreed.
Annabeth spent the next year and a half fighting those naughty impulses and mastering her mind, going so far as to stop masturbating to counteract the desires. She hated every second of it, but she was a daughter of Athena, and she could do anything she set her mind to. If that meant wrestling her hormones into submission every day, then that’s what she would do. Over time it got easier; she took up architecture as a way to keep herself distracted and found she really had the knack for it. She really liked the Greek style buildings with their hard, polished columns standing erect against the sky.
***
The dream dissolved and reformed inside a high-class elevator. She was surrounded by several camper’s and a man dressed like a limousine chauffeur. He was blond and beefy like a body builder; except he had dozens of eyes all over his body. Annabeth knew exactly where and when she was… less than three hours ago.
Camp Half-Blood was primarily a summer camp, meaning most campers would go home for the school year to be with their mortal families, but not all of them. Some, like her, stayed the full year for various reasons. Having a bad home life being the most prevalent. This would be her fifth year at camp and excluding chaperoned trips into the mortal world every now and then, she never left. But this trip she’d been looking forward to for months.
The elevator dinged and opened up on a sight she’d only seen once before. Mount Olympus. Five hundred stories above Manhattan. The city was breathtaking, especially for a girl who liked architecture as much as she did, though she still thought she could improve a lot of the structures.
The year rounders had been invited to Olympus for the Winter Solstice, which was one of the few times all twelve Olympians got together to discuss the state of their domains. It was also the first time in her entire life that she got to see her mother in person, even if she didn’t get to talk to her much.
Athena was regal, elegant, and commanded the respect she deserved as the Goddess of Wisdom and battle strategy. She was adorned in golden armor with a shield on her back. Even in a room filled with other gods, Annabeth thought her mom looked the coolest.
The goddess had given Annabeth a present for her twelfth birthday and it was the coolest thing Annabeth had ever received. It was a New York Yankees baseball cap. Rather unimpressive to look at, but when she put it on, she turned invisible.
“Thanks mom!” she’d said, extremely grateful for her first magical item, but Athena had only given her the smallest of smiles and told her to use it wisely, before walking away. The gods would never win any parenting awards, but that didn’t stop Annabeth from wanting to make her mom proud of her.
The Council itself wasn’t much to brag about. It was mainly Zeus and Poseidon bragging about how many planes or boats they took down that quarter, or Ares complaining about the lack of large-scale conflicts in the US to keep him entertained. After the meeting the campers had lunch and were set free to explore the city. Annabeth wandered the streets, talking with Nymphs or minor godlings about the architecture of the city.
She’d been in the middle of arguing against the merits of gold-plated roofing tiles with one of Apollo’s brood when she heard someone whisper her name.
“Pst! Annabeth!”
About a dozen feet to her rear, leaning against a collum and waving her over, was Luke. Annabeth felt butterflies in her stomach and her face get hot, like it always did when she saw Luke. He was dressed in his usual attire. Orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and jeans. He had a brown paper bag at his side in place of his sword.
“Wanna get out of here?” he asked.
His speech was sloshed slightly, like he’d been drinking, but his smile was as charming as ever and the scar on his cheek made him look like such a bad boy that she agreed to come with him. He grabbed her hand and guided her out of the city toward a grassy cliff. The rock face towered over the building so you could see Olympus in its entirety from the summit; a single grassy path, ladened with the oldest and most sacred temples to the gods, cut around the cliff.
The temples were the ones that had been so important to them in the mortal world, that the gods raised them to Olympus after their original resting places had been destroyed or were taken over by invaders. There was the Temple of Artemis. A modest building lined with silver frescos depicting wild animals. There was her brother Apollo’s temple, a blinding gold palace that radiated warmth and hummed with music. There was her mother’s temple, a grandiose marble marvel dedicated to war. Not like Ares’ temple, which was chaotic and mean, but sophisticated. War was strategy, and strategy was organized. Luke didn’t have much to say about his dad’s temple, he just took a swig from his paper bag and moved on.
He dragged her up the path, pointing out all the sacred places and going over everything he knew about them. Annabeth already knew most of what he told her, but she didn’t say so. She liked the sound of his voice. Luke finished the tour at the foot of Aphrodite’s temple and sagged against the wall.
“This place reminds me a lot of Thalia…” Luke said, taking another drink out of his bag.
‘Wasn’t expecting that…’ Annabeth thought.
She tried not to feel jealous that Luke was thinking about another girl while running around with her, but she let it go and sat next to him. The temple hummed as if it could read her feelings like a book. They never talked about Thalia. Ever. In fact, she rarely talked to Luke at all. He was much older than her and every time he’d tried over the years, she’d totally put her foot in her mouth and acted like an idiot. This was the first time they’d been alone together in almost 5 years, and he was thinking about Thalia…
She looked up at the temple to the love goddess and asked, “Did you love her?” It seemed like an obvious question, but one she didn’t really know the answer too, even knowing all that she knew about the two of them.
Luke looked thoughtful as he answered, “Yes. Not in the way you might think, but I did love her.” He sighed, “—and I miss her a lot.”
“Yeah…” Annabeth agreed. “She would have hated this trip.”
“Ha!—Yeah, too much bureaucracy. She would have said, ‘What kind of all-powerful beings just sit around and argue when they could be out fixing all the stuff they broke!’”
They laughed together and told stories about Thalia for the next hour. When Annabeth couldn’t think of anything more to say, she acted impulsively and mentioned that she’d caught them having sex when they were younger and how jealous she’d been.
‘OH GODS… Why did I just tell him that?’ Less than fifteen seconds. Two or three sentences; that’s all it took for her to share the deepest secret she had. Her cheeks drained of color as she realized what she just admitted, but it was too late now. Her head dropped into her shirt like a turtle hiding in its shell and prayed to be struck down before she had to face the embarrassment, but all she heard was laughter.
Luke was clutching his stomach and gasping for air. It was a full body chuckle that told her that she hadn’t given him any new information he didn’t already know. Her embarrassment turned to shock and outrage in an instant.
“WHAT?!?! You knew?” Annabeth shouted, jumping up and facing him.
“Yeah—You weren’t as sneaky as you thought you were. Thalia liked being watched so we let you ‘catch’ us more than once…” Luke explained.
She stared, opened mouthed at him. “You jerk! I’ve been carrying that secret for five years! Hell, yours is the only di—Uhhh”
“What?”
“Nothing.” She shook her head.
“Come on tell me.” He insisted, getting to his feet so he towered over her. ‘Not fair.’ His smile hard to resist.
“Alright! Your dick is the only one I’ve ever seen up close—The only one I’ve ever wanted to—gods!” Annabeth wished she could find the edge of Olympus and jump off.
“Ahhh—Glad to have left an impression.” He smirked.
“Pft…Shut up.” she said, kicking his boot with her shoe. Annabeth hated the way he looked at her; like she was cute. She didn’t want to be cute; she wanted to be hot. She wanted him to look at her the way he used to look at Thalia; the way he was— ‘The way he’s looking at me right now?’
“You leave quite an impression yourself…” Luke said. His whole demeaner shifted as he started to check her out more thoroughly.
Annabeth blushed and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She knew he had to be just trying to flatter her but loved it anyway. She turned twelve six months ago, but she’d barely matured at all. She was still over a foot shorter than him; her breasts were practically nonexistent, and her ass wasn’t much better. She was athletic, but the fun bits just weren’t there yet. ‘Fun bits? Get ahold of yourself girl.’
“So, you’ve been thinking about me for five years? You must have an excellent memory.”
“I do…” she said, her eyes flashing between his legs for half a second before returning to his eyes.
He saw. Luke advanced, making her step back until her back was pressed against the temple wall. “Maybe you’d like a reminder. A fresher memory.”
“I—I don’t—” Her internal voice screamed that she needed to get out of there, but she was frozen in place.
“Shhhh….” His hand stroked her cheek tenderly as he brought his lips inches from hers. “No more talking…”
When their lips met, Annabeth’s brain short circuited and the dream faded to black.
***
Notes:
I cannot express how much fun I'm having writing this story. PJO is one of my favorite universes and it's really exciting to reimagine it in this way.
With the completion of this chapter, that brings us back to the semi present. Still a few months to go before Percy Jackson collapses on the Big House porch, but we're getting closer.
I do have to apologize...
The frequency with which these chapters release is solely based on my availability to sit down and write, and unfortunately, I don't have as much free time as I once did.Knowing that and knowing that it might be some time before I post another chapter to this story, I feel it's necessary to give you all some context now instead of waiting 2-3 more chapters.
If the inclusion of Daphne and Michael as characters seems weird, and some of the "Keeping her Sheltered" plot seems off, it's because it is.I have very erotic plans for the culture of Camp Halfblood and Annabeth, but I needed her to get through 5 whole years at camp WITHOUT indulging in any of it. I didn't want her to be "Used Up" by the time Percy got to camp. I wanted their sexual experiences and progression to start around the same time.
I really hope i was able to convey that in the story, but if not, here it is.Anyway, as always, leave a comment if you liked the chapter. Tell me what you liked most, didn't like at all, whatever you want. And feel free to support me over on Fanbox. I can't directly monetize these stories, but if you support my other work, it frees up time to write more of these.
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Chapter 5: Annabeth
Chapter by EyeoftheBeholder (Valleyofspires)
Summary:
Something was different now. Losing her virginity like that up against Aphrodite's most sacred Temple on Mt. Olympus had changed something in her. She felt liberated... and needed more...
This Chapter follows Annabeth after the Winter solstice as she explores her outlook on life and the many possibilities that being a slut might hold.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Annabeth
Annabeth woke as a surge of energy rushed through her. It was as if her veins had been filled with molten lava. Her legs were wrapped around Luke’s waist as he thrust in and out of her, pushing her back against the temple of Aphrodite. The temple hummed with power like a nuclear reactor. If she hadn’t been so distracted by how hot Luke looked slamming his thick, juicy cock into her bald pussy, she might have been concerned, but she couldn’t see past the lust in his baby blue eyes. She didn’t know how long she’d been out but guessed that it couldn’t have been for very long.
Any hesitation she’d felt before was gone. Unlike her brief lapses of control over the years, truly surrendering to her desires was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. It was like she’d been living her whole life underwater, desperate to take a breath and now she’d finally broken the surface. Her nerves felt raw, exposed and each thrust sent them into spasms that caused her immense pleasure from head to toe.
“Ahhhh!” she moaned, throwing her arms back around Luke’s neck and meeting his thrusts with her hips. “Fuck me Luke! Give it to me baby!”
Luke moaned as she fucked him back, reaching under her ass, to cup her supple cheeks as he plowed into her cum-slick snatch.
‘So warm! Gods I’ve wanted this for so fucking long!’ She felt his last load sloshing around her insides, warming her core and thrusting her toward another orgasm. She wanted it more than anything.
“Fuck me harder! Show me how much you fucking want me, Luke! Make me cum all over that big dick baby! I want to feel it bursting inside me!” Annabeth begged, rocking her hips around his shaft as he ravished her. He buried his face in her neck and kissed her hungrily as he filled her pussy over and over again. The temple hummed its approval like it was cheering her on. ‘You go girl! Get that dick!’
If it was even possible, Annabeth felt his dick get harder as he got closer to cumming. His balls slapped her ass as he bottomed out. He started to pull out when his breathing grew erratic like he wanted to cum on her face or something, but she didn’t let him. She locked her legs around his waist and kept all 8 ½ inches spasming inside her. “Nah Ah! I want you to cum inside me again!”
The lust in Luke’s eyes cleared for a moment and he seemed like he wanted to object, but she reminded him that he’d already filled her once already. What was one more time? That seemed to persuade him because he grabbed her by the ass and rammed in and out of her as fast as he could, and as a child of Hermes, that was pretty fast.
“Yes yes yes! Aww fuck yes! Here it comes!” Luke moaned as he reached his end a second time and fired several thick, creamy loads into her virgin pussy. She screamed with pleasure and came with him, squeezing his manhood for all it was worth, and gushing all over his shaft and hips. Luke took them to the ground and let his dick slip out of her. His cum oozed out of her slit and she moaned as it pooled between her legs. The Temple hummed against her bare back, filling her with warmth and desire just as much as having sex for the first time had. Annabeth had never felt better in her life.
Luke, on the other hand, started looking progressively more horrified as he experienced the worst case of post-nut-clarity he’d ever had. “Oh gods… what have I done. Oh fuck fuck fuck—Annabeth… I’m so sorry! I should never—I forced… oh gods.” He rambled slurring his speech again.
Annabeth tried to reassure him that it was fine. She loved it, even though he kind of forced himself on her at the beginning, but he didn’t seem to be listening. He pulled his pants up, muttering incoherent apologies and left her there, lying naked against the temple.
Annabeth felt like she’d been gut-punched and choked back a sob. His leaving had hurt more than she expected, but there was a better time and place to dwell on that fact. She picked herself up, got dressed and started limping down the hill, back toward the city.
***
The weeks following her field trip to Olympus, Annabeth felt amazing. She’d finally lost her virginity after almost five years of fantasizing about it. ‘It wasn’t exactly how I pictured it.’ She granted, ‘but it still happened. Gods I can’t wait till summer!’
Annabeth felt more confident, more self-assured and way hornier than she’d been in years. Micheal had left for college at the end of last summer, making her the most senior member of the Athena cabin. She’d spent days planning and preparing how she would run the cabin now that she was in charge and before the holidays, the game plan had been pretty much the same as the previous head counselors, but now… ‘Theres gonna be a LOT of changes…’
Her mind had been set free and she had no desire to continue the ‘nun’ like customs that would prevent her or her siblings from fucking anyone they felt like, just like the rest of the camp. ‘It’s time we stopped holding ourselves back from a good thing, just because of tradition. It’s the twenty first century and if I wanna be a slut like every other girl at camp, then I will.’
Despite feeling sexually liberated, she was also incredibly frustrated. She wanted to get fucked again as soon as possible and you’d think there’d be a line of boys jumping at the chance to fuck her, but the problem was that the camp was practically empty. There were only a handful of kids that were Year-Rounders like her, and even the meager few who’d spent a week at camp over the holidays were long gone. That left her with few options.
There was Luke, which was her first choice, but he was avoiding her like the plague for some reason. Every time she approached; he went the other way. She didn’t hold it against him for raping her, at least she didn’t anymore, but refusing to even talk to her? That hurt.
Next was the new girl from the Aphrodite Cabin, Selena Beauregard. She was a bit older than her, maybe thirteen or fourteen years old, but she was much more developed. Her orange camp shirt puffed out bouncy double D’s and she never wore a bra so you could always see her nipples through the fabric. She’d always been nice to Annabeth, but they hadn’t really run in the same circles. Plus, Annabeth was new to all this and wasn’t sure about doing it with another girl.
There was the resident bitch, Clarisse La Rue from Ares. There wasn’t much to say about her except that she was a bully. She was much taller than her and had well-muscled arms and legs like an Olympic athlete. She wore baggy clothes and a bandanna that she thought made her look tough but didn’t. Annabeth didn’t have the same keen eye for fashion that the kids from Aphrodite had, but even she could tell that if Clarisse let her hair out and tried dressing like an actual girl, she would actually look pretty attractive—that is, if you could get past the perma-scowl.
For the last few years, there had been a set of twin boys from cabin eleven, Conner and Travis Stroll, who would have been perfect and eager to get her in bed, but they weren’t there. She wasn’t sure what the circumstances were, but they had gone home for school this year. Instead, there was a young boy named Steven who she eliminated as a possible plaything due to his age.
Lastly, and her only real option, was Charles Beckendorf. As a son of Hephaestus, God of Blacksmiths, Beckendorf was built like a tank for a kid pushing fifteen. He wasn’t the most handsome boy, but there was an obvious appeal in his strong arms, and big black cock. She’d never seen it of course, but she wagered it would get the job done. Her only obstacle was Selena. She’d been all over him since they’d returned from Olympus and Annabeth didn’t know if they were dating or that the Slut from Aphrodite had the same ‘lack of options’ problem that she did. In any event, it was seemingly impossible to get him alone and she knew she didn’t stand a chance of seducing him when Selena was around as another option.
On the upside, she was the only camper in the Athena Cabin for a few months, so she had plenty of alone time to work the problem, which was what she was best at. Over the next few weeks, she occupied herself with a number of projects. First was devising new rules for the Athena cabin in regard to sex and other indecent indulgences. The first change would be that sex would no longer be taboo for her siblings. They could do as they wished without fear of being shamed or ridiculed by the rest of the cabin. The rest of her plan would go about in stages after her siblings acclimated to their newfound freedoms.
The second project was the Beckendorf problem. She tried feeling him out during their classes, but every time she got close, Selena would swoop in from out of nowhere with her huge boobs and take all attention away from her. She felt like stamping her feet and whining. ‘Quit it slut! I saw him first!’ But controlled herself. She changed tactics from trying to talk to him to finding out how to get him alone. It involved a lot of recon and watching him fuck Selena like she was a big brunette blow-up doll. ‘At least I was right about his big cock…’ she thought, fingering herself in the corner of the room as she watched them from the safety of her invisibility cap.
When she wasn’t stalking Beckendorf, she was studying in her cabin. She painstakingly compiled everything she knew about sex into a leather-bound journal. There were things she’d seen around camp, notes on how things looked, crude drawings and a bunch of other stuff. She studied it hoping to learn something more from the pages. She wanted to indulge in every fantasy, but she didn’t want to just be a sex-doll for the boys to pass around. ‘Okay… I don’t JUST want to be passed around.’ She wanted to be the best. When people asked what girl gave the best head, she wanted them to say, Annabeth Chase. When they asked who was the freakiest in bed, she didn’t want there to be any doubt that it was her. That was the difference between being the biggest slut and the best slut and if she was going to compete with the Aphrodite kids, she would need lots of practice. She fell asleep that night jamming three fingers into her snatch while picturing Beckendorf’s massive member sliding in and out of her.
It took over a week, but she finally had a plan. Annabeth moaned as the showerhead assaulted her pussy with jets of warm water. She rubbed her clit frantically as she came, squirting arousal all over the chrome head before putting it away and finishing her shower. She dressed in a white tank-top and blue shorts. Strapped her celestial bronze dagger to her hip and left the cabin. She had archery class in five minutes with the rest of the year rounders and the thought of getting there late was turning her stomach, but she needed to be late this time if her plan was to work. She walked briskly around the side of cabin nine and grabbed what she was looking for and bolted. It was a small metal ringlet from Charles’s workshop. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she’d watched him use it for the last five days on some project he was working on. More importantly, she’d seen him break it a number of times and have to get a replacement from the Big House.
“And this time it won’t be the only thing you find up there.” Annabeth said, tossing the ringlet into the canoe lake, then running to the archery range.
After class, everyone went their separate ways except for Selena who followed Charles back to his workshop like a little puppy dog looking for a treat. Annabeth went to the big house and got to work. She ran over to the sink in the kitchen and tampered with the piping. If Beckendorf followed the same pattern, he would notice pretty quickly that his gizmo was missing and come looking for a new one.
Annabeth looked around the farmhouse and thanked her luck that Mr. D was out running an errand for his father. Chiron had also been absent for the last month or so. Supposedly he was off evaluating a potential camper which she found odd since that’s what they had satyrs for. It was very rare that he would go himself considering he had to spend all his time crammed in that magical wheelchair.
The front porch creaked, and the door opened as she made herself presentable. She ducked out of sight and slid under the sink and swore loud enough for him to hear. “Damn it!” She struck one of the pipes with a wrench, pretending to fix something. Just as she hoped, he came into the kitchen and offered to help.
“Really? Thanks…” She crawled out from under the sink and brushed her knees off. “I’m not sure what I did, but it’s just not cooperating with me.”
“It’s no problem. Let me see what I can do.” Beckendorf said. She handed him the wrench and he took her place. As he worked, Annabeth was able to admire him from above. He wore a white tank top like hers, but his was covered in grease stains. His shorts were brown cargo shorts with dozens of pockets, which made the fact she could clearly see the outline of his dick through them all the more impressive.
“So, what brings you up here?” Annabeth asked.
“Just looking for a part. Can't seem to find the one I was using yesterday.”
“What are you making?”
“Well, don’t tell anyone, but it’s gonna be for the chariot races later this summer. I know we’re not supposed to plan ahead, but this project is taking longer than I thought.” He admitted.
“Yeah… I’ve noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with Selena lately. You guys dating or something?” Annabeth fidgeted nervously on the balls of her feet, nervous that the prying question might put him off.
“Dating? Not sure. We haven’t really talked about it— Why? Did she say we were dating?”
“No. I’ve just seen her following you around a lot.” Annabeth shrugged. “I guess that makes sense though, ‘cause I saw her running off into the woods yesterday with Luke. She seemed pretty close with him too.” It was a lie, obviously and she felt a little bad about throwing Luke under the bus, but if he wasn’t gonna fuck her himself, then being a part of her lie was the least he could do to help her get some dick.
Annabeth couldn’t see his face, but she could tell he was slightly hurt. She felt bad about that, but hoped she’d get the chance to make him feel better in a few minutes. It only took another minute or so for him to come up and say, “There we go. That should do it.”
“Wow. That was fast.” Annabeth said, hoping her tampering had gone unnoticed.
“Yeah. I’m good with my hands.” He replied.
Annabeth blushed while looking between his bulge and his strong hands, imagining them touching her all over and said, “I bet you are…” she winked at him and made a show of brushing her hair behind her left ear.
He smiled and flipped the sink on to wash his hands. Just as she planned, a jet of water arched to the right and hit her, soaking her white shirt clean through.
Beckendorf shut it off quickly. “Oh shit, sorry! I could have sworn I fixed it. Here let me help you.” He apologized and grabbed a towel to start dabbing her shirt but paused when he got a good look at her. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath her tank top and her nipples were as hard as diamonds, pressing against the fabric. He tenderly wiped her off, paying special attention to her chest.
She inhaled as he dragged the cloth over her sensitive nipples. “Mhmmm… if you wanted to get me wet, there are easier ways to go about it.” She teased, biting her lip and trying to look seductive.
“Really? What did you have in mind?” he said, eyes never leaving her chest.
‘I guess subtlety is out the window.’ Annabeth thought. She stepped under his guard and put her hands against his abs, feeling the muscle flex and tighten under her touch. She felt his bulge grow and press against her stomach through his shorts. “Mhmmm I don’t know—Maybe something like this.” She started rubbing his cock over his shorts.
“Oh shittt—” He gasped as she unbuttoned his shorts and pulled his cock out.
“Wow… its huge!” she grasped it with both hands and got on her knees as it continued to grow. She slapped herself on the cheek with it and giggled like a girl on Christmas morning who just got a pony under the tree. ‘Or a pony sized dick!’ She gave the dark meat a few test licks praying that he didn’t taste like his forge, thankfully he didn’t. Just a charming musk that made her think of summertime BBQs. Her mouth watered with anticipation. ‘Okay Annabeth. You can do this. Your first blowjob. You’ve seen it done. You know what to do, so just go for it. One. Two…’ She took him in her mouth and began bobbing up and down, hungrily sucking on the head.
It was amazing! His dick reacted playfully, throbbing on her tongue as she tried using every technique she’d prepared to get him nice and hard.
It took three minutes for him to get fully erect and when she did, Annabeth groaned with disappointment. It wasn’t that his dick was small, the polar opposite. It’s just that he was a different kind of big. His cock was slightly smaller than Luke at around 7 ½ or 8 inches, but it was fat. Like, the size of her wrist, fat. She’d spent days practicing on a toy in preparation, but now didn’t really know what to do. The head of his cock filled most of her mouth and there was no way she could deepthroat him like she planned. She kicked herself a little. A child of Athena should always have backup plans for any number of outcomes. Thankfully she had skilled a tongue and he tasted yummy.
“Fuck! Annabeth, that feels—oh fuck that feels good!” Beckendorf moaned as she licked along the length to his cock, covering it in spit while jerking him off with both hands.
She plopped his cock out of her mouth and gave it a little kiss on the head. “You taste good too.” she giggled, then got back to work.
She switched between licking the sides of his cock and suckling the dark polished head, trying her best to push more of it down her throat and failing. ‘Bet that Aphrodite slut can deepthroat him…’ she soured as she could only fit two inches in her mouth before her jaw began to hurt. Thankfully, Beckendorf didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He was just enjoying the attention.
Annabeth stuck her hand down her pants and fingered herself as she worked on his cock, counting down till the next part of her plan, which was to lead him back into the reck room, but fate seemed to have other plans.
Beckendorf grabbed the back of her curly blond head and started bucking his hips harder, taking the lead. Handing over control was a hard thing to do for a child of Athena. This was her moment after all, but in the end, she was really glad she did.
“Oh yes! Just like that! Fuck your mouth is so hot!” he moaned, using strands of her hair like handles as he face-fucked her.
Intellectually she knew she couldn’t just all of a sudden be fantastic at sex. It would require lots of practice and training, just like everything else she’d learned at camp, but she wished she’d practiced deepthroating something bigger than a banana. Her jaw hurt and she felt like a sex-toy, but in a good way as he stretched her mouth out.
Beckendorf let her up for air and she gasped, spit connecting her lips to his cock like an anchor saying ‘Don’t go far. I’m not done with you yet.’ He hooked his thumbs under the straps to her tank top and tore it in half down the middle, revealing her itty-bitty breasts and tiny nipples.
“Hey—I liked that top!” She pouted as she got even wetter for him.
He smirked, but otherwise ignored her complaint. He got down on one knee and put his mouth around one of her nipples, licking around the areola and nibling on it with his teeth. She gasped and ran her fingers through his hair encouragingly. He pulled her shorts off and considered the white panties.
Annabeth blushed with embarrassment. The cotton fabric covered most of her ass and overall didn’t make her look sexy. They made her look like a little kid, or an aging grandmother. She hadn’t considered her underwear as a means of seduction since she spent most of the time alone in her cabin walking around in the buff. ‘Who needs clothes when you’re always alone?’ She’d thought, but now she regretted not raiding the camp store for some more sexy underwear.
Fortunately, Beckendorf was a horny boy and much more interested in what was under the clothes than the clothes themselves. He pulled them off too and marveled at her bald twelve-year-old pussy. Sunlight shown through the windows and glistened off her arousal, making her pussy seem even more inviting.
Annabeth thought he might touch it, but he lifted her by her thighs and flipped her upside down so her legs were spread around his head and her mouth was back in front of his thick, juicy cock.
“Ahhgh!” She gasped as he stuck his tongue in her pussy and began eating her out. This really was a day for firsts. She grabbed his cock and placed the tip back in her mouth and tried returning the favor, but her head swam. The Hephestus kids weren’t known for their words, preferring to use their hands, but Beckendorf had an equally skilled tongue.
Heat spread through her entire body as he made her cum using just his tongue. Her legs locked around his head as she came, squirting her juices on his tongue which he happily lapped up. His tongue darted in and out of her pussy, scooping out more of her arousal and making her moan louder and louder around his cock.
The orgasm and being upside down for so long made blood rush to her head, but she kept sucking his dick. The longer she did, the better he tasted and the more she could fit in her mouth. The new angle helped her get three full inches down her throat which was enough to get a good rhythm going. She bobbed her head, saliva and precum frothing out the sides of her mouth and dripping on the floor.
She pulled off for air and moaned like a whore. “Keep licking my pussy! AHH!— Your tongue feels AMAZING!” She teased him, wiggling her ass in his face, prompting him to tongue-fuck her twat more, which he was happy to do. She felt him wiggling deeper into her pussy and stay there, licking the walls while playing with her cute little ass.
She teased his dick with more kisses, smearing precum on her lips like lip-balm, then taking him back into her mouth. Beckendorf’s attention was split 70-30. Seventy percent on her wet pussy and thirty percent on keeping her mouth working on his cock. The thirty percent bucked its hips, helping her practice taking fatter cocks down her preteen throat. She winced in pain as her jaw stretched even wider as he pushed another inch into her throat. That made four inches. It was like trying to fit the tail end of a pee-wee baseball bat in her mouth. She gagged, saliva trailing down the side of his cock as she struggled to keep it in her mouth.
She came two more times, each one more intense than the last and followed by him pushing deeper into her throat. She was starting to associate the pain in her jaw with cumming and it helped her push through until she had five then six of his 7 ½ ich cock going in and out of her throat as smoothly as if it had been sculpted just for that purpose.
“Ahhh fuck Annabeth! I’m so close!” Beckendorf moaned as his dick began pulsing rapidly.
He set her down on her knees and resumed using her mouth like a fuck-toy, except this time she was ready for him. She relaxed her throat and jaw muscles and let him stretch her out; gagging and moaning as he pushed down her esophagus. She jammed her fingers in and out of her pussy as she felt him reach his limit.
“Here it comes! UGHH!” Beckendorf pushed her off his dick and shot several thick, creamy loads right into her face.
Annabeth didn’t know a lot about cumshots, so she was unprepared as the jizz covered her face. Some splattered across her eyes so she couldn’t see while another thankfully landed in her mouth. She moaned as the cum set her tastebuds alight and she swallowed it thankfully.
“Oh shitt—ah—wow Annabeth… that was so hot!” Beckendorf pushed the tip of his dick back into her mouth and let the remaining cum dribble onto her tongue. When he was finished, he pulled up his underwear and said, “I’ll be right back.”, dashing out of the kitchen and into the hallway. Leaving her a sticky mess on the floor.
Annabeth barely registered his leaving as she was still jamming her fingers in and out of her pussy while scooping cum out of her eyes. ‘Wow… just… Wow!’ She thought. Honestly, she’d had doubts that her plan would actually work. There was a lot that could have gone wrong, but it didn’t. It worked, and she’d been rewarded with a mouthful of tasty cum and a few satisfying orgasms. Not bad for her first attempt at being a slut.
When Beckendorf came back into the room he was holding a yellow disposable camera. The kind that you could get at any convenient store. Before she could stop him, he snapped a few shots of her fingering herself while his cum dripped off her chin onto her chest.
“Hey! Gimme that!” Annabeth said, lunging for the camera.
“No way!” Beckendorf raised the camera above his head, way out of her reach. “Do you know how rare it is to fuck someone from Cabin 6?
“You can’t show that to anyone!” Annabeth jumped, reaching for the camera again. It wasn’t that she was ashamed for people to see her like the slut she was. At least she wasn’t anymore, but she had a well-thought-out plan on how to integrate Cabin 6 into the hedonistic culture of Camp Half-Blood; but it wouldn’t work if pictures of her covered in some guy’s spunk started circulating around online before summer even started. She wouldn’t be able to convince her siblings of anything if she didn’t take it slow, and they definitely wouldn’t hear her out if any of them saw those pictures.
“But—”
“Please! It’s really important!” She pleaded.
He looked disappointed but agreed not to show anyone as long as he could at least keep them for himself. Annabeth thought about it for a second then said, “Only if I can get a copy.” She smiled, wiping some of his cum off her chest and licking her fingers clean.
“In that case—” he brought the camera down. “—how ‘bout we take a few more?”
Annabeth giggled and led him into the reck room. She climbed on the ping-pong table and spread her legs as he snapped away. She found getting her picture taken to be really hot and she liked him posing her in different sexy positions. He told her to get on her knees and face away from him with her hands spreading her small ass cheeks so he could get a clear shot of her pussy and virgin asshole. She looked over her shoulder at him and winked as he took the picture. He had her do her best playboy bunny impression, which he had to explain to her because it was another thing she was unaware of.
“There’s an entire magazine where women pose naked? Mortals are awesome!” she said.
“If you think that’s hot, just wait till I show you porn.” He laughed, taking more pictures as she spread out on the table, touching herself.
He had her pose alone mostly but took a few of her sucking his cock until he was rock hard again. They used up the camera, the last shot of her grinding on his dick with the tip poking between her thighs.
“Oops. Looks like we’re out.” Annabeth said, shaking the camera and wiggling her ass on his cock. Her juices made his black member slick as it slid in and out between her legs.
“Hmmm too bad. I would have liked to get a shot of you riding my dick like a good little girl.” He held her hips as she grinded on him.
“AAhhh—well, I’m sure we can make that happen even without the camera.” She moaned.
He bent her over the ping-pong table and rubbed his dick against her entrance, coating it in her juices and pushing the head inside. She gasped and gripped the table in pain as her fresh pussy was stretched open for the second time in her life. Thankfully her pussy was a bit more flexible than her jaw and she was wet enough for him that she didn’t think it would hurt too bad if he took it slow.
“You okay?” he asked as she tensed up.
“Yeah—ahh just—be careful. I’m still a little knew at this.” she admitted.
Beckendorf chuckled. “Could have fooled me.” He said, referring to her impressively slutty performance in the kitchen and their impromptu photo shoot.
But he took it slow, massaging her ass while pushing the head of his fat cock in and out of her quivering snatch. Each time pushing a little bit more inside until he had her fully stuffed. Like a Thanksgiving Day turkey. She moaned with pleasure as he stretched her out, thrusting into her from behind as arousal dripped down her tanned legs.
She was so happy that tears leaked down her face. It wasn’t that Beckendorf was THAT good in bed; it was that she’d been so worried sex had only felt amazing the first time because she had a massive crush on Luke. But this felt amazing!
He grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back, using them as handholds to fuck her better. His dick literally lifted her off her feet as he fucked her like a ragdoll, drooling and moaning like an idiot. She tried to reassert some sort of control over the situation, but even she had to admit it was laughable. All she could do was sit back and enjoy the ride.
“Ahhh! That’s it, baby! Back that slutty ass up on my dick! That’s a good girl!” Beckendorf moaned.
Annabeth returned the compliment by doing as he asked, thrusting her hips back and taking every inch of his dick in her tight little twat. She rolled her hips, grinding on him and telling him that she loved how full he made her feel. She looked through the bay windows and out over the strawberry fields as the sun began its slow descent over the forest beyond. The warm light made her skin tingle as his hands roamed over every inch of her body.
With his cock still lodged in her cunt, he wrapped one arm around her waist and weaved the other under her arm so he could squeeze her throat. He proceeded to pound her pussy so hard she thought she might pass out from the pleasure.
Just as she was about to cum, the front doors flew open, and Selena Beauregard barged in.
“I KNEW IT!” She yelled, slamming the door behind her.
Annabeth froze like a deer in headlights, but Beckendorf was so startled that he came right then and there.
“Oh shit—Selena I—UUUGH!” he grunted and fired off a hot load into Annabeth’s thankful pussy.
That was enough to bring her back around. Annabeth moaned like a whore as he came; cumming herself as his jizz pasted her insides. She refused to break eye contact with Selena as her man pumped her full of his hot, sticky cum right in front of her. ‘Damn! This is such a turn on.’
When she finished cumming, she could see some of the stupid flaws in her planning. She’d spent so much time looking for a place to get Beckendorf alone that she didn’t even consider what would happen if the Love Bitch went looking for him. She should have at least locked the front door.
But it was, what it was, and she couldn’t change it. All she could do was defend herself. Beckendorf finished filling her up and pulled out. His cum leaked down her legs and pooled around her feet as she stared down the daughter of Aphrodite; she looked pissed. Annabeth was prepared to fight Selena for the only dick available, but didn’t realize what kind of battle it would be.
Selena looked like she’d just come from a dip in the Canoe Lake. Her hair was wet, but somehow still looked amazing. She wore her orange camp t-shirt over her swimsuit and judging from the tiny amount of nylon covering her pussy, she guessed the top was just as slutty. The Aphrodite girl was a few years older than Annabeth and much more developed. She had perfect breasts that drew the attention of everyone in the room and an ass so sexy, that even Annabeth wanted to bury her face in it. So, when she began stripping down to her birthday suit, Annabeth’s jaw tightened with jealousy.
“I should have known this desperate skank would try something like this. Do you really think he’s gonna choose you over all this?” She struck a supermodel pose that made even Annabeth blush.
Her first instinct after seeing Selena’s toned stomach, firm breasts and luscious ass was to agree with her, but she’d been hot enough to get her big, black boy-toy to fuck her instead of her so she must have done something right. Besides, she wasn’t one to let an insult go unanswered.
“I don’t know. You tell me!” she scooped a handful of cum out of her pussy and let it drip between her fingers. The sticky jizz catching the sunlight.
The jab had the desired effect as Selena glared at Beckendorf. “Would you rather slide that big fat dick between these juicy titties?” she squeezed her breasts together and made them jiggle for him. “—Or do you wanna waste it on this flat-chested daughter of Athena?”
That made Annabeth’s blood boil. Not just because of the insult to her entire cabin, but because Beckendorf’s dick twitched against her ass in response as if he like the idea. She glared over her shoulder at him, and he looked away trying to play it off. Annabeth may not have been a natural born slut like the kids in Cabin 9 or as sexually experience as most other campers her age, bit she was an excellent strategist, a quick study and she was catching up fast.
She grabbed Beckendorf’s hand and led him around the front of the ping-pong table by Selena and pushed him down onto a small couch by the window. She ran one hand seductively through her blond hair and spread her small pussy lips with the other, playing with herself and gasping as she smeared the cream-pie between her fingers.
“Would you rather fuck a pussy that’s been passed around camp more than a bong?” She paused and gestured toward Selena who crossed her arms and scowled at her. “Or one that is tight, fresh and eager to be broken in by your—thick—black—cock.” She moaned each word as if he was already thrusting it up into her.
That got a great reaction. His cock sprung fully to life, desperate to find another hole to fill.
“Guess that settles that!” Annabeth celebrated, reaching for his dick to take it for another ride.
“That doesn’t prove anything bitch!” Selena pushed her out of the way and got down between his legs and took all 7 ½ inches down her throat in one fell swoop. She bobbed her head up and down, gargling his meat in her throat and moaning like an experienced whore.
Annabeth regained her balance and snarled with competitive indignation. She dropped next to her and watched as Selena sucked him off like a seasoned pro. She was impressed and jealous of the older girl’s skill but wasn’t gonna let her know that.
“How’s my pussy juice taste slut?” she asked.
Beckendorf found that question hot, because before she could answer he held Selena’s head down and plowed in and out of her mouth at a rapid, brutal pace. Annabeth marveled as Selena’s throat bulged and his balls slapped her in the face as spittle flew everywhere. ‘Okay. I admit she’s good at this.’
Selena gasped for air when he let up and turned toward her. Spit and pre-cum covered her entire chin and mouth and drooled down onto her magnificent breasts making them slick and shiny. She cracked a huge smile and shot her hand between Annabeth’s legs, plunging two fingers into her soaking wet cunt and wiggling them around in there. Annabeth flinched in surprise which made Selena finger her harder. She swirled her digits around her pussy for a five-count then brought them back to her lips.
“Hmhmmm—Tastes like desperation.” she said, sucking the juices off her fingers then returning her attention back to the task at hand as if Annabeth was a mere annoying afterthought.
Annabeth felt like she’d been socked in the gut and recoiled. She looked at the pleasure plastered on Beckendorf’s face and realized that she was losing this fight. She’d gotten cocky and now was on the defensive and she hated defense. She always did better on offence; facing her enemies head on. So, she did the only thing she could think of. She attacked.
“Desperation huh? Well, you seem to like the taste. So here, let me help you get some more.” Annabeth pushed the older girl’s head down until she was deepthroating the cock all the way to its base. Annabeth leveraged her weight and held her down as she tried to get off and catch her breath.
“Might want to go a little easier on her Annabeth.” Beckendorf suggested.
“Why? I thought the children of Aphrodite were born with dicks in their mouths. If she can’t handle you than maybe she should step aside and let me give you what you need.” Annabeth winked at him, and he smiled back.
Selena protested, but her words came out as a garbled mess of gags and chokes. Her face was turning blue, and she wasn’t struggling as hard to free herself.
“All you got to do is tap out bitch.” Annabeth prompted, taking a swing behind her and slapping the older girl’s bubbly ass. Annabeth thought she might actually be stubborn enough to pass out instead of conceding, but at the last second Selena tapped her thigh and Annabeth released her hold on her head.
Selena flew off his cock so fast it almost gave her whiplash. As she gasped for the life-giving air she’d been denied, Annabeth used her momentum and pushed her in the chest, sending her flying back toward the ping-pong table.
She grabbed the base of his cock and stroked the slick member. It was so hard she could feel his pulse grow even quicker as she put it around her mouth. “Mhmmm… That does taste good. Thanks for getting it nice and wet for me.”
She straddled his hips, mounting him like she would one of the Pegasi during flying lessons, and guided his thick dick back into her tiny pussy.
“Ohhh fuck yeahhhh!” he moaned as she slipped down his length and started riding him in earnest.
“Oh yeah baby! You like my small pussy don’t you big guy?” She moaned, rubbing her hands over his chest as he fucked her.
“Ahh—hell yes!” he replied, cupping her ass in his hands and helping her bounce up and down.
“Aghh! Fuuuckkk!—your dick feels so fucking good! Keep going! Just like that!” She cried, grinding her hips in a circle around his cock and causing him to moan with pleasure. “I’ll make you cum so much harder than that loose slut!”
“I am not loose!” Selena yelled from the floor behind them. She’d caught her breath and was climbing to her feet. “I have never been, and will never be, loose! As a child of the goddess of love, we are always just the right size for our partners. You can’t get any more perfect than us!”
“Suuuureee… Tell that to him. I think he would beg to differ. Theres a difference between being magically blessed with a tight pussy and actually having a nice innocent one.”
“Bitch, you are far from innocent!” Selena walked straight up behind Annabeth and spanked her as hard as she could, leaving a red welt on her tanned ass and making the younger girl tear up.
“OW! What the hell?” Annabeth protested.
“Oh sorry. Does that hurt?” Selena spanked the other cheek just as hard. “Maybe you shouldn’t speak of things you know nothing about.” She spanked her in sync with Beckendorf’s thrusts until Annabeth was in tears and her ass was red as the strawberry fields.
“You—aggh!—you fight dirty…” Annabeth said through gritted teeth.
“Back at you princess.” Selena said, a hint of admiration in her voice. “—but I’m way dirtier than you.”
With that, she stuck a finger in Annabeth’s ass as Beckendorf bottomed out inside her. She screamed and went through her strongest orgasm yet, spraying her juices down his cock and drenching his lap. Her pussy squeezed him so tight that he winced in pain, but he didn’t slow down. He continued to pound her slutty pussy until her orgasm subsided and she slumped against his chest.
“What—what was that?!” Annabeth gasped as she regained her composure.
“That, was just a taste of what you’ll learn after you’ve been a slut for more than five whole minutes.” Selena said, removing her finger from her butt and climbing up on the couch. She swung her leg over Beckendorf’s head and began riding his face. His moans of delight muffled by her thighs.
Annabeth was still winded and flushed from her orgasm but wasn’t about to back down. She hurled another insult at Selena, but the older girl took it in stride, grinding her pussy on her man’s face and glaring back at the younger girl.
“Kiss my ass blondie!” she said.
On its own, it wasn’t the best comeback, but what she did next made it the most effective response she could have given, and Annabeth had to give her props for it. Selena reached behind her, grabbed a fistful of Annabeth’s hair and pulled her face right into her ass, smothering her with her luscious rear end.
Annabeth held her breath for as long as she could, but eventually she had to inhale the older girl’s musk. Unsurprisingly, she smelled amazing. Like sunshine and rainbows covered in cinnamon. Annabeth struggled to get free, but just like how she’d trapped Selena earlier, she was now at the older girl’s mercy. But that wasn’t the only thing she struggled with.
Since the fight started, she’d become increasingly more turned on by Selena. Each jab, each swing, each thrust made her hornier and hornier and it wasn’t just because she was also getting fucked by Beckendorf. Well, maybe it was a contributing factor, but Selena was wildly sexy herself and Annabeth had been fighting the desire to be exactly where she was right now: between her sultry cheeks, inches away from her ass and pussy. When she couldn’t take the temptation anymore, she stuck out her tongue and tasted the Aphrodite girl’s sweet back door.
“AGhh that’s the stuff!” Selena moaned as she was eaten out from both ends.
Over the next few minutes Annabeth was fucked into a drunken stupor. Her ass stung from the many spankings, but the cock in her pussy helped offset the pain with pleasure that kept building like water filling up a dam. On the other end she did her best to tongue-fuck Selena’s delicious asshole, going on pure instinct because she’d never studied how to please a woman before. She just imagined what she’d want done to her if the roles were reversed and went from there.
It seemed to work because a minute later Selena was crying out in orgasm, humping Beckendorf’s face like a bitch in heat. He drank her juices rapidly and signaled that he was close to cumming again.
“Not yet!” Selena said, hopping off his face and letting Annabeth breathe fresh air again. She helped him turn Annabeth around, so she was riding him in reverse cowgirl, her pussy gushing around his dick like it had sprung a slutty leak. Selena got between their legs and watched as he rammed into her from below, fucking her so fast that her juices sprayed her in the face.
Annabeth’s eyes rolled up into her head as pleasure arched through her body like a jolt of electricity. All thoughts of fighting put to the side as she basked in the moment.
“Ugh Ugh UGHHH FUCK YES!” Beckendorf howled, blasting her pussy full for a second time that day.
Annabeth tightened around his spasming shaft as she came with him. She gasped, clutching her tiny tits as Selena wrapped her slutty mouth around her pussy and licked her clit as she came.
“What are you—OHH SHIT SHIT AAAGHHHH!” Annabeth’s orgasm intensified and she went rigid, unable to process that level of pleasure.
Selena frenched the younger girl’s pussy, teasing her clit while she waited for Beckendorf to stop thrusting. When he did, she pulled his cock out of her pussy and swallowed it, cleaning off both their juices and taking a final load down her throat. She held the juices in her mouth then got right in Annabeth’s face.
Annabeth knew Selena was saying something, but she was so out of it she couldn’t remember if it was a taunt, a gloat or a declaration of love. Either way, it didn’t matter to her anymore. The sexual tension between the two girls had reached a breaking point and she lunged forward; kissing Selena with as much lust as she had left to give.
Selena returned the kiss, sharing Annabeth’s well-earned juices as they both toppled to the floor.
“Yeah… ugh—you two go ahead. I need a minute…” Beckendorf said, utterly drained of cum and energy.
For the next hour, Annabeth did a complete one-eighty and fucked Selena with as much enthusiasm as she had Beckendorf. All hostility between them evaporated with that one, cum-filled kiss. She showed her something called ‘Scissoring’ which was a wildly uncomfortable position to get into, but when she did, it felt amazing. Beckendorf had been the first person to eat her out, but Selena was much better at it and loved rubbing that fact in his face. He responded by shoving his cock up her ass which Annabeth found really hot, but said she wasn’t ready to try that quite yet.
“Can’t try everything on the first night…” she’d reasoned, but that didn’t stop them from fucking in a number of tantric positions before they called it a night.
Truthfully, she didn’t want to stop, but if they didn’t a few bad things could happen. First: the chaperons would notice if half the current population of Camp Half-Blood missed dinner and would come looking for them. Second: If they didn’t stop, Beckendorf would need to go to the infirmary for dehydration. He looked like if he had one more orgasm he might faint.
Selena lent Annabeth her camp shirt since Beckendorf destroyed her tank-top, then the three of them cleaned up and went to the dining pavilion for a well-needed meal.
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