Club Fatale, Pt. 7

Club Fatale, Pt. 7

Chapter Twelve – Athena

“Let me look at that,” I said as I prodded the wound gingerly. “You need a bandage.”

Emma had gotten the injury in our last game.

“I’ll be alright,” she protested.

I set her down in a chair and propped her leg up in front of me. Devon brought antiseptic ointment and I swiftly bandaged her up.

“See,” I said, caressing her calf. “All better.”

“Thank you, Evan,” she said.

“No. Thank you, ma’am,” I said. My fingers explored her leg.

“I guess tennis isn’t my game,” she said. “Devon managed to do pretty well against you, though. Don’t feel bad. She’s had a lifetime of experience. She won the Femme tournament for the last three years in a row. However, that isn’t measured completely on athletic ability, since every contestant must play in the nude and be graded on it.”

I looked at Devon. “That’s it, no more clothes for you… even outside,” I said with a smile.

She smiled and then laughed. It was the first laugh I had heard from her in days.

“You need a shower,” Emma said to me. “Go on, I’ll join you in a moment.”

I smiled, stood and walked to the locker room. It was devoid of people this close to lunchtime. Quickly, I stripped and turned on the water.

I was just lathering myself when Emma and Devon appeared. I beckoned them to me, entranced by dual pairs of succulent tits.

Emma knelt before me, soaking the bandage on her leg.

“Doesn’t that hurt your –,” I began.

“Shut up,” she said, as she took my cock in her hands. “Such a pretty cock, isn’t it, Devon? I think I know where this is wants to be. Don’t you?”

“Oh yes, indeed,” Devon said, as she knelt beside her friend.

Emmanuelle’s blue eyes locked on mine. She kissed the head of my cock and her tongue shot out, sliding along the underside of my shaft. She looked into my eyes as she gave it long, sensuous licks. My eyes flicked to Devon and immediately, she joined in. They kissed around the shaft of my cock, licked on either side, tongues mingling with each other’s. Devon kissed Emma once, passionately.

“Again,” I said, and they kissed.

“Again.” They kissed longer, tongues dueling for supremacy. “Kiss her, Emma, as if you were kissing me.”

Emma gripped the back of Devon’s head and pulled her closer, mauling her lips like a wild predator, eyes closed all the while.

I reached down and caressed both of their pretty heads, petting their long, wet hair. Devon watched me as Emma continued kissing. I grabbed a handful of hair in either hand, pulled them apart.

They looked at me, mouths open, water running down their faces, both impassioned.

“Now, both of you suck my cock,” I ordered. “You first, Devon.” I pulled the brunette to me and thrust between her lips, down deep to the furthest extent. I held her with hands on both sides of her head. She struggled to look up at me. Beneath her left eye, I could see the fine half-healed knife scar. It was small and, when fully healed, would be barely visible except upon close inspection. I ran my thumb over it. Surprisingly, Devon flinched and shuttered at the touch. I had never seen anything bother her, but that memory did. It aroused me and I thrust deeper. I took her more violently. I used her like a toy. It didn’t matter if her head were attached. It was like a piece of rubber to me. I pounded hard, taking her fully with each violent thrust, bouncing her head on my shaft.

After a score of violent thrusts, I switched to Emma. I watched my cock as it went in and out of her beautiful, full, red lips. All the way down and I held.

I used them both like cheap whores, back and forth, until I felt the need for release. I pushed Devon’s head down on me and held her.

“Go on…” I said. “Go on, baby… go on, yeah… take it, yes… fucking yes…” She was sucking hard, now, desperately. Her eyes looked up at me, but I saw not a hint of pleading in them, just a flicker of fear and desperation. It was natural when her air was on the verge of running out. “I want you unconscious now, Devon.” There was one last wild suck at my cock and then her eyes rolled up in her head. Devon went limp in my hands.

I held her for several seconds, embracing the feel of her still throat. Then I let her slide from my cock to splash onto the shower floor.

I pulled Emma to her feet, threw her back against the tiles. Gripping her neck, I thrust my cock inside her. I squeezed hard as I fucked her pussy. I was nearly there. It took only a short time. Groaning, I ground into her cunt and came.

“Oh, god! Emma! Emma, fuck yes!”

She cried out with me and I stared into her eyes as my semen was planted inside her.

After the shower was over, I bandaged Emma’s wound, again, while I waited for Devon to rouse. “Thank you,” she whispered.

I smiled at her.

“The Commodore’s mansion, Evan,” she said. “Tonight, seven o’clock.”

“What’s happening?” I asked.

“The Commodore asked once if you’d like to breed with a special woman. Do you remember that, Evan?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Tonight is the night, if you still want to go through with it. Do you?”

“Is she pretty?”

“I guarantee that you will be unable to resist her, dear.”

I smiled. And kissed her softly. “Then, yes.”

—

“Evan Anderson,” Emmanuelle said, “may I introduce Athena. Athena, this handsome man is Mr. Evan Anderson.”

“Pleased to meet you, sir,” she said in a melodious tone.

“And I, you,” I said.

I took her hand and felt a firm grip.

I stood in open awe of the woman with the goddess’ name. Blonde-haired and blue-eyed, her finest feature was, nonetheless, her height. She towered above the ground at over six feet. I felt sure that most of that extra height had gone into her legs, for they were the finest pair I had ever set eyes upon: long and sleek, with just the right blend of athleticism and slenderness.

I couldn’t wait to feel them wrapped around me.

Emmanuelle spoke. “Dinner is prepared and if there is nothing else that I can help you with, I will leave you both alone for the evening. No one else is here so you will have the mansion to yourself. I will wish you both a very fulfilling and very productive night.”

“Thank you, Emmanuelle.” I smiled at her and she left.

“Alone at last,” I said.

Athena smiled.

We served ourselves dinner and struck up a conversation. I found her to be a charming companion, though somewhat tight-lipped. She didn’t speak of herself, but instead turned the conversation to me whenever I asked a probing inquiry.

We were finished with dinner when I noticed the sheen of perspiration on her brow.

“Are feeling you alright?” I asked.

She nodded and unbuttoned her dress. “I feel… very warm. I’m beginning to — I’m afraid that I find you very attractive, Mr. Anderson,” she breathed.

“Well,” I said, “that’s not an altogether bad thing, is it?”

Athena moved to me and sat on my lap. Her dress was partially open and I could see a fine pair of breasts down the open top. Our lips closed together and they touched. She kissed me very passionately and I returned it.

“My god,” I said, “You’re burning up.” I felt her forehead. She felt feverish. She must have been sick.

“I’m always very hot…” she hissed. “Help me with that, please?” she nearly begged.

Lifting her, I brought her to the indoor pool. I set her on her feet and, very carefully, stripped her nude. It was like unwrapping a treasure. Smooth, athletic arms and firm, proportioned breasts; trim and toned abs and lean hips… and those utterly magnificent legs. She seemed clean and fresh. Fresher than any woman I had ever met.

I lowered her into the pool and dove in after her. We swam together and kissed until I couldn’t wait any longer.

Bending Athena over the side of the pool, I took her from behind, splashing in the water as I reamed her burning pussy. My hands gripped her shoulders and I pounded into her with all my strength, listening to her high-pitched cries as pleasured her. I wrapped my hand around her neck and squeezed softly, my other hand locked in her golden tresses.

I pulled out of her, spun her around and pushed her down in the water. My cock pressed to her lips and she took me in. I fucked her face underwater for several long minutes until finally she came up for air.

I studied her features as I rubbed my cock on her face. High forehead and cheekbones, a chiseled aquiline nose, a strong jaw and a small, delicate mouth. Athena gave off an impression of aristocratic grace coupled with physical vitality. It was glorious to have her face as my toy.

I jerked off over her and blew a load, showering her features with my semen. She licked it up and swallowed, staring into my eyes as my come raced down into her belly.

I caressed her face.

“Please,” she begged, “take me to bed, master. I can feel that it’s my time. I’m so ripe and ready for you. You must breed with me and make me a mother. Please. I may not have another chance.”

Catching her up in my arms, I carried her off.

We made vigorous love in the Commodore’s bedroom. So many times I had dreamt of making love to Emmanuelle here, in her own bed, and now I was bedding a woman no less exciting than my blonde lover. For several hours we tested various positions. I must have come a half-dozen times. In the end, she lay atop me as I gasped for breath. She was perfectly calm and composed. Still, she glowed as she had earlier. But, even in our exertions, I had rarely found her out of breath.

“I must not be as youthful as I thought,” I said. “You’ve taken everything I have and you’re not even winded.”

“Mmm,” she murmured. “You’ve gone longer than any man I’ve ever been with. I didn’t know a man could ejaculate so much.”

Then she propped herself up on one elbow. “How old are you, anyway?” she asked, curiously.

“Turned forty last month,” I said.

Athena’s mouth fell open, as if in surprise and she turned away.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s just that…” she began, “I’ve never met someone of your age.”

I blinked. “Have you been on the island a long time?”

She nodded. “All my life,” she said.

“Really?” I said, unsure if I was hearing right. “Well, you must have met the Commodore and he’s a good deal older than me.”

Athena shook her head and laid it back down on my chest. “I’m tired,” she said. “So dreadfully tired.”

“Me, too,” I confided.

A few minutes later we drifted off together.

Chapter Thirteen – Secrets that We Keep

My hardening cock brought me back to the waking world. Dim morning light met my eyes and I blinked the sleep from them.

There was a pressure in my groin and I looked down.

Full blonde hair covered my waist and shook as my cock was taken deep inside a moist, warm mouth. I pushed the blonde mane aside and sparkling blue eyes and a gorgeous mature face met my gaze.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out in surprise. “Emmanuelle!” And I came, hard. Full lips and puckered cheeks sucked and my semen disappeared down Emma’s tight throat, never to see the light of day. My head fell back to the pillow and I luxuriated in a few more minutes of post-ejaculation pleasure. Finally the sucking subsided and Emmanuelle pulled her lithe body up to lay atop my chest.

“Mmm,” she sighed. “Was your night enjoyable, Evan?”

“Not as much as this morning,” I said.

“I don’t believe that,” Emma said. “I think that girl would be most satisfying. If not, then the Commodore would want to know…”

“She was,” I assured her. “But I do enjoy your presence here, Emmanuelle, at least as much.”

She smiled, Cheshire-like.

“How much time do we have?” I asked.

“The Commodore doesn’t return for days,” she confided.