Penelope

by Jack Faber © 2023

I was Penelope, Queen of Ithaca more than two thousand eight hundred years ago. The brilliant poet Homéros sang about Heroes and Heroines, Kings and Queens, Princes and Princesses. But for me, the wife and Queen of the hero King Odysseus, he did not sing a single line.

I was born a Princess and was prepared from day one to become Queen one day. I learned to masturbate from an early age and was allowed to play with my girl and boy playmates. Most of all we loved to play something sexual, Daddy and Mommy or Old Man and Young Servant girl. They weren't princes or princesses and didn't have to watch their hymen like I did. When Mama said she would cut off my head if I didn't take care of my hymen, it was not an empty threat. She had already cut the throats of some servants and maidens with her own hands. So I paid very close attention.

I was allowed to masturbate as often as I wanted. Like all Queens and princesses, I also had a lovely servant girl who lay with me after sunset and masturbated me finely until I fell asleep. My playmates were allowed to fuck and I lay with them full of envy and felt their cock and their pussy with my hand to feel at least a little bit of the arousing fucking. If I once had a daughter, I would not forbid her to fuck — how often I cried at night into the pillows or on the soft naked pussy of my servant girl, while she was masturbating herself happily, because I felt the burning and desire in my pussy!

I was married at 15 to King Odysseus of Ithaca and he had not without ulterior motives set our wedding day on the carnival. On carnival day, the King traditionally deflowered some virgins from noble families and all the people fucked enthusiastically until sunrise with them. My new servantgirls bathed me, oiled my body and perfumed me with the noblest scents from Persia. With tender masturbation they made me hot for my Lord. I lay on the podium trembling with excitement. The people held their breath as Odysseus deflowered me with a quick and powerful jerk. I took a deep breath, it hadn't hurt and my husband fucked me twice more with loving passion. The people joined in enthusiastically, girls got everywhere fucked by man after man and oodles of semen squirted into their little pussyholes. Odysseus continued with the official program and deflowered some noble daughters. I was traditionally fucked powerfully and vigorously by my servantmen and our bodyguards until sunrise. It was wonderful and I loved the carnival immediately, because there is definitely nothing better than being fucked by three dozen men so that you went home with trembling knees afterwards! Thank God Telemachos continued this tradition ...

I was married at 15 to King Odysseus of Ithaca and we had a beautiful son, Telemachos. He grew up to be a magnificent Prince. He could really squirt at the age of 7 and I often watched him with desire as he squirted high into the air after rubbing himself. When no one was around, I masturbated young Telemachos and made him squirt up high when I pushed my veil aside and he saw my hairless pussy. Most of the time I masturbated him again right away and he squirted very high when I widened my little pussyhole with my fingers and rubbed soothingly over the bursting stiff clit. Never did I masturbate in front of him, but immediately went to my room to extinguish the fire in my clit! He learned pretty soon to fuck his playmategirls and he was really good at it!

I rode naked every evening, covered only in a thin veil on my stallion Protraktes to my favorite spot on the rock overlooking the sea and lay down facing the sun, gently masturbating to get in the mood for the night with my husband. Protraktes must have watched me covetously, because soon he let his cock hang out long. Aloud laughing, I grabbed his cock and released him, letting his semen squirt into the grass as every day. Protraktes loved very much to be masturbated every day and he also loved me very much, but I could not let him fuck me like very many other women do completely without shame. I often watch these shameless women who let themselves be fucked day after day by a well trained stallion. It looks very horny and exciting, but I do not know whether to despise or understand these women.

I often questioned them. The stallion really had to be specially trained and had to squirt his semen every day, because it was only through habituation that he fucked long enough to give his mistress an orgasm. And the woman also had to be very careful that the stallion did not penetrate her too deeply. Some of these women told me that this act was very common in prehistoric times, since men did not live as long as they do today. With the help of a good‐natured woman, I also let a stallion fuck me a few times, not very often, maybe 80 or 100 times. The orgasms were really unique, mind blowing and fucking with a stallion is by far much better than with many a loin‐weak man. But I think that neither my husband would like it nor that it is proper for a Queen. I only do it secretly and have not told my husband about it yet. I like to do it when my husband is away for days at a time, it's a delightfully exciting change of pace. But Protraktes is already too old to be trained for it anyway. I have grown up loving his wonderful character and our little secret since my earliest youth.

When Telemachos was 11, my husband went to war against Troy, not because he hated the Trojans or was looking for a scuffle. No, some dimwitted king had had his wife stolen and carried off to Troy by a Trojan Prince. Odysseus was ashamed with rage, a war because of a stupid love deal! But he had to go, he was bound by oath, politics and manly honor. Telemachos and I cried our eyes out when my Lord left. My first decision was that Telemachos must sleep in my marriage bed. Every widow was entitled to that, and I could become a widow at any moment!

My son almost passed away with horniness and forgot his suffering instantly when in the evening my servant girl lay down with us and masturbated me as always tenderly soft and wonderfully. I know how much this excites the men, my Odysseus almost always fucked my servant girl afterwards in a sexual rage! I waited until she had gone and embraced Telemachos and his bursting stiff cock, "Come, my darling, from now on you shall lay by me as my husband until the King returns!" Telemachos had to swallow three times when he heard my enticing words. It was not at all proper, but who should deny me? Telemachos could really fuck very well and he had his father's talent in it. He was really strong in the loins for his age. When I closed my eyes, I could feel as aroused and hornily being fucked as I did in Odysseus' arms. He wanted to satisfy me really well every night and withheld his seed from his playmates. We fucked every night until he was deflated and we cried hugging, crying at the sad fate of my Lord. Telemachos shared my bed for ten years, then came the noble candidates.

Telemachos' storytelling (I)

I learned to masturbate and fuck from my playmates at a very early age. The servant‐girl who slept in my bed since I was born showed and explained everything to me before I was 7 and prepared me to go to my first carnival. She was a not very beautiful but a very sweet 15 year old who fucked my father very secretly. I was always allowed to grope her intimate body parts at night and fuck her playfully at 6, I think, but I couldn't squirt until I was 7. My mother often watched me masturbate and when no one else was around, she masturbated me with a greedy grin. To make me squirt, she spread her thighs and let me see her tiny little hole, and I squirted immediately! She had never pubic hair from youth on and that always made her pussy appear virginlike and childlike. Eaa, my dearest playmate, like me 7 years old, was very sad about being deflowered tomorrow at the carnival by some alien nobody, as she was not a noblewoman. She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried bitterly, she didn't want a stranger to deflower her! I calmed her down and when she could laugh again, I deflowered her a day too early, but she was anyway very happy that it was me. We fucked seriously on but she only got an orgasm while masturbating afterwards.

I loved the Carnival, because first the King fucked the Queen ‐ Daddy and Mommy ‐ on stage, I saw them fuck for the first time!!! Then Daddy deflowered and fucked some girls and Mommy had to let all her servants and bodyguards fuck her. The celebration lasted from noon until the next sunrise and all the people fucked, masturbated, squirted and cuddled in public to welcome the spring season. I stood on the edge of the stage for a very long time watching at arms length my Mommy being fucked by man after man after man. She was my dream girl in those young years, and I fantasized about every cock being mine, fucking her. Of course I little peck fucked the young girls from the village and was allowed to fuck also adult women, real big ones, and they laughed aloud when I youngster gave all and fucked relentlessly in their big pussyholes. I think I wasn't very skilled at fucking back then.

Of course I liked to sneak up behind Mommy when she went into the stables with her cheeks glowing. It disgusted me at the first moment when she let herself be fucked by a stallion. Another woman pushed the Hagemonion in front of the stallion, which was a heavy wooden frame where the stallion could rest his front hooves and Mama could lie down under his belly at the right height. When the stallion was not yet aroused, he sniffed Mama's childlike pussy and his cock quickly stiffened. Mommy grabbed the cock with both hands, inserted it very carefully into her little hole and then the fine stallion began to fuck her powerfully. He remained almost motionless with his rear end and fucked only with his cock. Mommy usually let herself be fucked four or five times in a row. Then, out of curiosity, I secretly watched many more women when they let the stallion fuck them and I soon knew that a well trained stallion could fuck about 20 times in a row. I saw this myself, four naked women let the stallion sniff their pussies until his cock was as stiff as Heracles' club. They let the stallion fuck them lustfully, always taking turns after his squirt‐inside. He sniffed all their cunts before she lay down to be fucked and his cock was instantly stiff again. So I witnessed that the good stallion diligently fucked and cum 20 times in a row. I soon realized how much Mommy loved to fuck the stallion and I also found it no longer disgusting but very arousing and exciting.

When Daddy went off to war, Mommy ordered me to sleep with her in the marital bed. She explained to me that all widows were allowed to have a son sleep with them, and Daddy could make her a widow at any moment. I nodded, although I didn't quite understand, Daddy hadn't died yet, had he? I watched very excitedly as her servant girl masturbated Mommy before she went to sleep. But that was much, much more exciting than watching my playmates masturbating! Mommy then sent the sweet servant‐girl away, who was usually always allowed to masturbate herself after having masturbated Mommy, but not today, shoo‐shoo, masturbate in your own bed! Mommy hugged and kissed me with her tongue like a whore, she stroked my stiff, dripping cock and whispered, now I had to fuck her because Daddy was gone. I swallowed and swallowed in anticipation and I fucked her as best I could with my 11 years. I knew exactly how she let the stallion fuck her and I did it like him. Mommy got her orgasm like from her stallion and she kissed me a thousand times with gratitude.

Mommy let the young servant girl watch our fucking from the beginning because the girl really wanted to watch it. The 13 year old Andromachis was a pretty, simple girl and she was very shy and timid. I asked her because she had a very large clit and she thought it came from masturbating a lot, which she did very, very often from an early age on. She was allowed to lie down right in front of Mommy's pussy and watch our fucking up close. This made her hopelessly horny and she masturbated incessantly. After fucking, she masturbated Mommy's clit very skillfully until mom tiredly fell asleep. Watching them do it in my recreation pause made me bursting stiff and raging horny. We were very quiet so as not to wake Mommy and I deflowered Andromachis with a quick jerk. We continued fucking for another two hours for sure, until I was finally completely deflated after cuming many times. I kissed her on the mouth and she learned very quickly to let our tongues play with each other. We did it like this every night, Andromachis was always quiet, shameful and very shy, but she loved masturbating and fucking insanely much. Mommy sent her home richly endowed when her little belly had already grown quite big. Mommy always got us pretty virgins, because she noticed how much I liked to deflower them and fuck them every night for a long time. She was proud of me because I had made so many children. She always got me virgins completely untouched, even in the later years.

When I confessed to Mommy that I spied on her every time she fucked with the stallion, she laughed brightly and took me with her every day to watch her fuck the stallion up close. She loved going to the stallion at noon, and now that Daddy was gone, we went almost every day. She masturbated in a long fashion every time she fucked the stallion and said shamefully and with a very shy smile that she always needed that masturbating after fucking. She avoided mostly to masturbate in front of me, she did it always very shamefully and turned her head aside, feeling very ashamed to show her horniness to her innocent son. I didn't fuck with the playmates or my servant from then on, only every night for the next ten years with Mommy, until the noble gentlemen came to marry Mommy and they sent me off to find Daddy.

Telemachos shared my bed for ten wonderful years, then came the noble gentlemen. They came like locusts, a good sixty in number. Princes and Kings, old and young, widowed and youthful. They imagined Ithaca's Lord would never come back, and his beautiful, desirable Queen, not yet 30 years old, needed a new husband, the Kingdom a new Lord. I was able to entertain them for a while until our supplies were exhausted. Then I had to ask them to leave or bring in supplies. My hope that they would leave was not fulfilled. They had the best supplies brought in, and the feasts went on forever.

My servant girl was clever and sly. She advised me to weave a cloth and, when it was finished, to decide which cadidate would be my spouse. I would work during the day, she would unravel it at night. The candidates, who nevertheless represented some power, sent Telemachos off to look for his father, he came back only after 3 years. Now my bed was orphaned, the troublesome boy out of the way, however the Kings and Princes did not suspect that Telemachos had fucked me faithfully every night.

They had me poor woman in a quandary. I had set up a fixed bed near the banquet hall, suitable for vigorous and strong fucking with four to five of my bride fuckers, so many I liked to fuck at the same time. No candidate was ever allowed to soil Odysseus' bed. The horny mates came one by one and lay down to me, but I loved to fuck and be be fucked lustfully, vigorously and violently by four or five at once, and they obeyed my screaming orders. They fucked me hellishly good all at once and in turn, turn upon turn, until they went limp! All night I let them fuck me until sunrise. I never told anyone if they were good enough at fucking. Now I can admit that many of them were great, some very great and persistent in fucking and gave me many shivering orgasms. Yes, I admit that I was impatiently waiting for the evening, impatiently looking forward to the fucking. I whispered to many a good fucker secretly that he should not get drunk now and come to me in the evening. All my maids had red cheeks — and some also round bellies — because the candidates and their entourage also had to fuck someone, if they could not fuck the Queen herself. We Greeks are not food eaters, just look at our world of Gods! When Gods and Goddesses were bored, they fucked young men and virgins of the earth, and not too scarce.

Telemachos came back after three years. He had not been able to find his father on or under the ground. He attended the banquet every evening and never once spoke to any of the candidates. He did, however, lie down at table with the naked beautiful mistresses of the nobles. He embraced them as was proper for a royal host, he kissed them nobly on the lips as a host, while his fingers touched breasts, cunts, pussyholes and clits. How proud I was of my son, who made the beauties blush with his compliments or whispering piggish insinuations! Many a mistress, who had semen dripping from her hole, after she was being fucked by her master and all of his dirtyminded servants in public at the banquet without any shame or decency, he cleaned her little hole with a cloth. It was considered very shameful and indecent to fuck a mistress in public or during a banquet. To have the servants fuck her too was terribly humiliating for these beautiful creatures who served only for pleasure and lust, but the nobles had lost all their sense of shame and decency! If she was hopelessly horny and left unsatisfied from the fucking, my son masturbated her to orgasm, covering her private parts with his body. How proud I was of my son! Unobtrusively he pushed his cock unseen in the pussy of the beauty, arousing himself with piggish whispering or the covert masturbation and squirt without obviously fucking in the tight pussy without anyone but me noticed! I had greeted him only briefly and formally, for I suspected how he would react to my greed to be fucked!

Telemachos came back after three years, he had escaped the assassination attempt of my admirers thanks to the Goddess. He had not been able to find his father on or under the ground, although no one had seen him fall in battle and the other heroes had long since returned. He was horrified that the admirers had been fucking me in turn every night for three years to rehearse! He sat by my sinful bed for 30 nights, stroking my head as it rested on his thighs and placing a hand chivalrously protective on my battered clit. When my heart raced toward orgasm, his sensitive fingers rubbed my clit to wonderfully trigger my orgasm.

My son was a man too of course, from the start his stiff cock jutted out above my head, my forehead, my nose and above my mouth, his semen sometimes dripping onto my lips. When he bent over to masturbate my clit to orgasm, his semen squirted in a jet into my mouth and I licked his glans clean. He kept this up until dawn, and he was soothing me. He had saved his semen in the three years of his search and lay with the pretty young daughters in the evening only to deflower them or give them an orgasm, or several, when the most shameless girls begged him. To the mothers he thanked nicely‐but‐No, he had not come to whore around with the wives of noble men, but because of the search for the beloved father!! I had to laugh at my smart son and he lasted 30 nights, squirting into my mouth with each of my orgasms! But he was horrified inside, how the Kings and Princes humiliated me night after night. I could feel his pain.

When the contestant went limp, I roared loud and impatiently for the next one! The candidates stood around with the wine cups in their hands, debating critically how the candidate had performed and looking enviously as the cock plowed in and out my little pussyhole. Every night my servants and some bodyguards asked early in the morning politely, if they could fuck me too and of course they were allowed, my braves! It was a carnival that lasted 3 years! I screamed with lust and horniness until sunrise, Telemachos accompanied me silently crying every morning to my marriage bed. He sat sadly with me at the bed of my sins for 30 nights, his eyes glowing dangerously as often as I died in agony and in orgasm, probably a hundred times in orgasm, every night. One night he smashed the sin‐bed with an axe, demonstratively took me by the hand and led me to the marriage bed. How starved he was, the star of my life! He fucked me until sunrise and further until noon, until he went limp. My pussy screamed with joy and pleasure, I can tell you! It didn't matter to us that our lovemaking was heard all the way down to the banquet hall.

Telemachos storytelling (II)

I rode off quickly, I wanted to find Daddy that week and return to Mommy as soon as possible, because I had a very bad feeling about leaving her in that pack of quirky‐dirty characters. She gave me her faithful stallion Protraktes and I had to promise her to masturbate him every day, as he was so much used to it. I did not find the father on the first day, nor in the first month, nor in the first year, nor in the second year, nor in the third year. I had to return home after three years, I had searched every house, village and town in Greece in vain. As promised, I had the good Protraktes masturbated daily, squirting by the wayside or in the grass. I refused to allow the mothers to lie with me, saying, that I was not travelling for whoring the wifes of honorable men but to find my dear father and slept only with their youngest or virgin daughters every night. I did not deny them a deflowering and the orgasm or several orgasms that the most depraved and obscene ones begged me for. I returned home.

How everything had changed! The noble gentlemen were fucking Queen Penelope, my mother, every night purely as a rehearsal. The Queen had started a weaving and never finished it, so the faithful servant helped her to stall the gentlemen. I lay down at the banquet with the mistresses of the Lords, I kissed and caressed these naked most beautifuls of the country with delicacy, feeling their jewels curiously. Some of these beautiful creatures, in contrary to any sense of shame and decency, were publicly fucked and humiliated at the banquet by their masters and then by some of their depraved servants. Outrageous! The girls were often left crying, humiliated, sexually aroused and horny to bursting. I wiped the semen from their sweet little holes and when they could laugh again, I covered their bodies shamefully with my body, penetrated their sweet little holes with my cock and masturbated them friendly, so they could be happy again. That hidden masturbation situation aroused me that much, that I squirted secretly in their sweet little holes without moving an inch, and without having to fuck them visibly. Penelope was the only one to notice, she smiled and blinked with an eye to me. I would say during these 40 banquets I squirted multiple times in every sweet little pussy of all these magnificent creatures, in all of them and noticed by no one. I fucked all of these beauties, all of them!

I felt sorry for Penelope from the bottom of my heart. She was powerfully fucked every night on a lottery bed by so many nobles. She screamed her soul out of horniness and lust. I no longer recognized my usually gently, pleasurable and decently fucking mother. She was like a fury, she often fucked several men at once and her insatiable pussy sucked the cocks greedily and mercilessly empty. She roared like a madwoman for the next stiff cock and the spectators loitering around her bed ducked at her screams. Was this still my mother, was this vulgar monster roaring for "more!" still my lovely, gentle and decently fucking mother?

I sat down at the head end and put her head on my thighs. My faithful cock stood over her head, her forehead and nose to over her full lips, a little bit dripping on her lips in arousement. I placed one hand protectively on her clit and quickly rubbed her to orgasm as she raced toward it. My cock spurted a rich jet into her mouth and she laughingly licked my glans. I reassured her I had saved my semen on the journey and I was indeed able to squirt down her throat until dawn.

One day it was enough, just enough! I grabbed one of the giant axes and furiously smashed the lotter bed to pieces! Then I took Penelope by the hand and led her up to the marriage bed. We fucked for the first time in three years, she scratched, hissed and screamed with lust! It wasn't until noon the next day that I was exhausted. That the sounds and noises of our lovemaking could be heard all the way down the hall, we both didn't care, but so what!

A half‐blind old beggar came into our royal yard. He was insulted, kicked and beaten up, but he would not let to be chased away. Telemachos was one of those who treated him kindly. The ragged old man said he was Odysseus, his father. Telemachos remained polite, but of course he didn't believe a single word. Place here, here, and here three quivers of 20 arrows each of Odysseus, the old man said, and hold a contest like Odysseus to shoot an arrow through 12 ax‐eyes. Telemachos was puzzled, how did the old man know about this? It hadn't been played for 15 years! He nodded and promised to set it up that way. After all, there was no mortal who could stretch Odysseus' strong bow even an inch.

The contest began, not one of the contestants could draw the bow. They giggled in embarrassment, the bow must be bewitched. I looked at Telemachos in confusion, what was my son up to? Why was he wearing body armor and a sharp sword at his side? Telemachos calmly returned my gaze. Trust me, mother! said his look. The old beggar joined them, he also wanted to do archery. The candidates kicked after him, but Telemachos thundered down from the ballustrade, "Let the old man draw the bow!" The noblemen reluctantly made way. The beggar drew the bow like nothing! The arrow whirred through the 12 axe‐eyes without any touch! The Kings and Princes looked at each other in horror. The beggar had won the Queen?!

The beggar drew the bow, again and again, arrow after arrow! Each arrow struck one of my admirers, driving unerringly into head, heart or neck. Only a few moments passed, then all the candidates lay dead or dying on the ground. Telemachos stepped next to the dying and cut their throats mercilessly. Then he bent the knee to the beggar, "Welcome home, my father, King Odysseus!" I stood frozen. Telemachos must have gone mad! I looked into the beggar's one eye, scanning his face. No, impossible! This could never be my husband! Telemachos stroked the beggar's face with his blood‐stained hand. "Ask him something, dear mother, that only your husband can know!" I pondered. I discarded the idea of asking about some peculiarity of my body, far too many men have seen me naked, though they were all dead ... The old man smiled. "Your clit is two fingertips long and has grown slightly to the left from all that heavy masturbating!" smiled the old man with a frivolous grin. "Phew!" I exclaimed angrily, "you're just imagining it!" I huffed and blushed because it was true, but only my servant girl could know that. "You hiss and scratch with pleasure and lust like a wild panther when you get fucked good!" the old man added with a broad obscene grin. I didn't dignify him with a glance, the cheeky guy had overheard me fucking at some point! — "I got it," I exclaimed. "How many servants does it take to push my marital bed into the corner of the bedroom?" He couldn't have known that. I pretended hypocritically to help him, "four, six, or eight?"

The old man laughed uproariously, "Four, six or eight, what, oxen maybe?" He laughed and held his side laughing, the wretched fellow! He looked me in the eye, laughing. "Not a single one, my Queen," he said quietly, "Not a single one! I carpentered our marriage bed myself, it is built around the trunk of an ancient oak, and no mortal could move it a thread!" My knees almost gave way and Telemachos jumped over to support me. Only I and Odysseus knew of this, not a single servant or servant girl, not even Telemachos knew of this. But how could this be my Odysseus? No matter, it had to be him! I gathered all my courage, I approached the old beggar, I embraced him in his rags and offered him my lips for a kiss. At that moment a golden mist came over him, the Goddess transformed him back into Odysseus in his magnificent robes. I kissed him, I hugged him, I held him tight; never would I let him go again! He embraced me and Telemachos, and our happiness brought tears to our eyes. Odysseus ordered the servants to take the mistresses and dead masters home for a proper burial.

Six weeks later Telemachos came home sad and broken. The Goddess had revealed everything to Odysseus in a dream. My fucking with all Kings and Princes, languishing and hornily roaring for the next, without being physically forced. That he, Telemachos, had lain with me like a man, for years. The father had embraced him and kissed him and said that he was the only one who had the right to lie with me, because I had treated you as the only one decently and chivalrously, Telemachos said and burst into tears again. His father had told him to take good care of me and to lie with me in the future. The Goddess, he said, had called him to set out at once. The father embraced him earnestly and kissed him, turned around and went down the path to the harbor. A ship had suddenly appeared and Telemachos had sadly watched the ship until it disappeared on the horizon.

I have given the Kingdom over to Telemachos. He is a wise, just and loving King, but there is no Queen, as Telemachos has been faithfully lying in my bed for decades, giving me physical pleasures and unbridled lust. Whenever his duties allow him, he accompanies me to the stallions at noon. I do the fucking with the stallion and my masturbation now in plain sight, in public. The women know that I come daily and give me the most fiery stallions. The people no longer greet me as Queen, but as "Dear Mother!", which makes me proud and happy.

In the evening I still ride to my rock above the sea to prepare myself for the night with the young King. Protraktes already has a lot of gray hair and gently sniffs my pussy while I am masturbating to get his cock out really long. I think he watches me like one who knows exactly what I'm doing and when I'm done, he comes to stand over me and brings his lance within easy reach. I remain seated while I masturbate him long and very vigorously. I don't mind if he squirts on my belly or my pussy. I hug him like a dear friend, because he still needs it badly, the good old fellow!

I have asked my servant girl to join us earlier and she masturbates shyly and devoutly watching as I lie in Telemachos' arms. I had figured out that the girl likes to watch the fucking. Her face lies in front of my pussyhole and she holds her breath, when his cock pumps forcefully in my pussyhole. He then waits patiently until she has made me tired by gently masturbating me. Afterwards, she lets him fuck her two or three times shyly and girlishly or as long as it takes him and lowers her eyes like a virgin when he kisses her on the lips as she leaves again. I pray that I may live this wonderfully full life for a long time to come, until one day I will join my ancestors.

Every year, on this particular day, I sit on the rock above the sea. I wait and pray imploringly to the Goddess to let him return home to me.

My servant Eleni accompanied me every noon when I went to the main square to be fucked by a stallion in front of the leering populace. Eleni was the only one who felt how much this daily ritual shamed me, how shy I really was inside and how I despised myself for offering this daily show to the voyeuristic plebs. I looked her in the eyes with shame and full of shyness, when immediately afterwards I masturbated in public as if driven by an evil demon.

Eleni was my young servant at that time, who was constantly seen fucking someone somewhere in our palace. I did not count, of course, but in her youth she fucked during the day with certainly a dozen boys or young boys. She had no taboos, no reservations about age, sex, skin color or social standing. I often believed she had a special soft spot for our black slaves with the mighty cocks. But I was very much mistaken, because she preferred to fuck the young boys, the very young boys with their slender, childlike cocks, she once told me. And she was then the most beautiful midnight interlude at great banquets that King Odysseus sometimes gave for his guests from faraway places. There she came in to the high society, slim and tall like a Goddess, with an aristocratic look and a wonderfully straight nose, followed by a strong black slave with a huge cock and strong loins. Well visible to all the guests, she let the handsome man fuck her three times without interruption. It was dead silent, only the couple's excited gasps could be heard, their moans of pleasure when things were going well uphill and her giggles and whoops when she had an orgasm, downhill exhaling with a long, satisfied moaning. Like two fierce mountain lions, they both fought on to have her as many orgasms as possible. When he had triumphantly squirted into her twitching, rapturous little fuckhole for the third time, the king would toss him a bag of money; he had done his job well. When Eleni was still highly aroused, she hid behind the slave and masturbated and exploded twitching and quivering. She never let anyone watch her masturbate. The company thumped their cups on the table, they had enjoyed the performance! Mostly the high guests demanded that Eleni spent the night with them. She willingly fucked the foreign King and his 3 or 4 companions until the next morning and she satisfied them all. None of the High Lords was able to bring her to orgasm. Usually after such a night she was hopelessly horny and went to a room to masturbate alone, often King Odysseus took his time and fucked his poor horny needy servant to orgasm until her satisfaction.

Eleni was from the beginning of my marriage for years the servant girl who masturbated gracefully and passionately next to us when King Odysseus fucked me. Delicately and routinely as hardly any other she masturbated me to sleep. The King then fucked her with animal lust, she let my spouse fuck her exulting and cheering and drove him wildly until he had emptied all his semen and his cock softened. But when she married, that was over, she belonged only to her husband and would not let herself be fucked, not even by the King.

Eleni had sunk faintly into the arms of the herald who announced to her the death of her husband before the walls of Troy. Her 13 and 14 year old sons, Heron and Thybates supported her and brought her into the house. She slept for two days and awoke dazed. Tragedy struck her again with full force, but she could cry no more.

Heron awoke next to her. "Oh, you're awake already, mother!" he exclaimed. She wanted to scold her 14‐year‐old about what he was doing in her bed, in his father's place. She had already opened her mouth when the law occurred to her mind. She was a widow and he, as the eldest son, was obliged to take his father's place, to protect her from nightly sexual raids and to fuck her well and conscientiously. She shuddered, for she had not fucked in over four years and had masturbated every night thinking of her husband until she fell asleep dead tired.

Heron looked at her arrogantly and cockily. He had fucked her a dozen times, the big guy bragged, a dozen times while she slept like a dead woman. No, he said meekly, she had allowed herself to be fucked completely passively in her sleep and had not woken up even in orgasm. Her first orgasm, he said, had come so unexpectedly and so violently, as if her body was making up for the senselessly wasted time. Her body was shaking as if a demon tried to tear her apart, he had never seen a girl or a grown up woman having such a heavy orgasm.

Eleni listened to him with speechless amazement. Her body has reacted to the first fucking since so many years with a really big orgasm, that was fine with her. He had already taken his right, he had not hesitated for a second to fuck her rightfully. Thy, the younger son, had said to him, shaking his head, that he should wait to fuck her until she was awake, but Heron didn't wait a moment. He had waited four years, he heard her sigh and groan and shivering in orgasm after orgasm every night. Thy held the sleeping Eleni in his strong arms so that she wouldn't slip away during Heron's fucking. Thy masturbated her clit from orgasm to orgasm and cried softly, because Heron fucking the sleeping over and over again was certainly not right.

Eleni now let Heron embrace her apathetically, she could see his enormous morning wood after all. It was a strange feeling to lie down in fuck position after so many years in chastity, spreading her legs willingly and pushing and smoothing her pubic hair sideways with her fingers. Oh, when was the last time she had done this, when her beloved husband went off to the ill‐fated war 4 years ago! Heron penetrated her immediately and fucked not bad at all! She couldn't even tell now if he wasn't fucking as well as his father. Eleni was completely surprised at how quickly her pussy heated up and felt her orgasm rising quickly. She clutched Heron with both arms and pressed her cunt against his cock. The orgasm burst upon her like a thunderstorm, she gasped and whimpered in her pleasure at his ear. She immediately calmed down and passively lowered herself. Her horniness was completely gone, she looked at Heron's fucking quite distantly. He increased his pace and gasped with bared teeth. He tore his mouth and eyes wide open and spurted wildly, spurting in rhythmic jets deep inside her.

Six months later, Eleni sat on her favorite stone bench in the shade and looked out to sea. Thy sat beside her and snuggled up, his head with its black mane resting on her chest. He had slipped his hand under her tunic and his fingers were playing with the teat of her breast, making her incredibly horny. He had sat down next to her day after day, lost in thought, playing with her teats. She looked at his cock, which was erect as always, but she never touched it before the squirting. She was not one of those mothers who masturbated their sons from the age of 7 and usually fucked them later, sometimes it was a sister. This was quite common, but Eleni never did it after she showed the son for the first time how to masturbate and let him fuck her for three months on a trial basis, an eternity ago. She thought they should develop on their own. He stroked his cock and played with her breast and teat, rubbing his cock harder and putting his face on her breast as soon as he felt the squirting rising. The first time he masturbated himself next to her, she looked out of the corner of her eye at his fist, at the thick red glans that kept disappearing into it and coming out again. She was hopelessly horny from watching, his fingers playing incessantly with her breast and with the teat. He paused this first time and buried his face on her breast. "Is something wrong?" she asked softly, and he nodded. "You do it, please!" he said hoarsely. "A mother doesn't masturbate her son," she said petulantly. "Please, Eleni, just to cum, just to squirt!" She hesitated a few moments, then grabbed his cock and made him cum in a high arc into the grass. Jet after jet in a high arc, and he sighed deeply. She rubbed the last drops from his cock with two fingers, stroking firmly, and murmured that she didn't really want to masturbate him. "If you want me to make you squirt after you have masturbated, that's fine by me! Just give me a sign." He nodded after that first time, and that's how they did it every day after that. Now, he sighed contentedly as she grabbed his cock instantly and powerfully let the twitching jets squirt out in a wide arc, jet after jet after jet and then rubbed the last drops out of his cock with two fingers for a very long time, that's what she did every day for the last six months.

She came to her favorite bench in the midday siesta to masturbate, she needed that throughout her marriage because her husband could never give her an orgasm. She was not particularly disappointed, because hardly any man fucked as well as the King. Her husband was the King's swordsman, a feared warrior, highly respected and famous. He fucked her every night and squirted powerfully into her pussyhole, sometimes she could seduce him into a second course. But she never came to orgasm, as she usually did with the King. — Thy's squirting had finally made her very horny, now she turned her back to him, squirting had finally made her very horny, now she turned her back to him, put her soles on the stone bench and her head in his lap, she pulled her tunic up to her navel and whispered that he was not allowed to look! She folded her knees apart and then she masturbated as long and as often until she was satisfied. Thy knew very well that he was not supposed to watch her, but he always watched her and lovingly stroked her head that was lying in his lap. He saw her clit up close for the first time, it was certainly three fingertips long and was shaped like a little boy's penis. After her ass cheeks and clit trembled ever so slightly in orgasm, she turned her head to his cock, gently pulled back the foreskin and let her tongue dance on his glans for a few moments, then gently let the foreskin slide forward and continued masturbating. If her clit had softened after masturbation, Thy's cock had become burstingly stiff. Pulling back the foreskin and exposing the glans, she took it into her mouth and let him squirt in her mouth. Thy's semen tasted like bitter honey.

Eleni sat on her favorite stone bench in the shade and looked out to sea, as every day she had come to masturbate. But today it was somehow different than usual. Thy sat beside her and snuggled up, his head with its black mane resting on her chest. He had slipped his hand under her tunic as every day and his fingers were playing with the teat of her breast, making her incredibly horny.

"I want to fuck you so badly, Eleni," he whispered softly. His stiff cock was visible under his tunic and looked at her in a demanding way. Desire rose immediately in her pussy. She hadn't masturbated his cock before in years, the last time being many years ago when she had rubbed his tiny cock stiffly and let it squirt into her palm to show him how to masturbate.

Eleni never did or allowed sexual acts with her sons in earlier times. Only once, when they squirted the first time and came to her confused, she rubbed the little cock stiff and masturbated him patiently. She let the little one squirt in her palm and explained everything to him, from now on he had to masturbate this way himself, because it was not the mother's task or responsibility. She explained fucking to him in full detail and of course he was allowed to try it out right away. She let him fuck all afternoon, every afternoon for three months, then it was enough in her opinion. She had told her husband right away and he was strictly against it, he had never been allowed to fuck his mother, he lied impudently.

As a kid he had watched with his thumb in his mouth for years, as first the oldest brother and then both older brothers fucked the widowed mother alternately round after round. Only when he could squirt was he allowed to fuck her secretly every afternoon without the older brothers knowing. In the afternoon she belonged to him alone, it had simply come about because she masturbated absent‐mindedly every afternoon and he cheekily mounted her while she masturbated, fucked her and jerked off into the faraway without her noticing the first few times. He had learned secrecy and dissimulation so very early. He waited until the mother started the final spurt with loud gasping and he penetrated her with a quick jerk. He thrust with his lance like a warrior thrusting into an evil Spartan maid who had robbed him of his father. He fucked fast and hard as he had seen his brothers do. She stared at him with her mouth open and her eyes wide in horror as if he were an evil demon. He stared at her with wide open eyes and fucked her hard like in a sexual contest, she raced toward her orgasm, and he squirted and squirted and squirted. Won! With a shrill squeal like a little piglet her orgasm came, she twitched and wriggled and calmed down immediately. She really needed this everyday afternoon orgasm, because at night, when the big sons as true brothers took turns fucking her one and the other time, she never got an orgasm. She never masturbated a second time, because the huge orgasm when she was fucked in horror by the evil demon was enough for her. She hugged her little naughty goat boy and kissed him on the crown, smiling she let him fuck again so many times until his little cock had become soft. — Afte that Eleni didn't tell her husband that she let the son fuck her and cum every afternoon for the next three months.

Eleni knew, of course, that Queen Penelope smilingly sent all importunate men to her for fucking. The Queen knew how much horny Eleni always was from her obsessively nightly masturbating and wanted only good things for her when she sent the fucking horny cocks to her. But she remained rock solid and made it clear to them that she was not fucking anyone, never. Whether it was first her virginity, then her marital fidelity or her chaste widowhood, she rebuffed them all. As a stopgap measure, she offered them a handjob, which almost all of them accepted. She was very good at it, routinately with fine and powerful rubbing she made them all cum, that was the end of it. That meant she did two or five handjobs every day, sometimes more, until she married.

Now it was the first time that Thy's cock was staring at her, bloody horny and demanding. For the first time he didn't masturbate. Thy pushed her tunic from her shoulders, caressed her breasts and excited her teats with his fingers. She had to overcome her shyness, her inhibitions and shamfulness and groped for his cock with shivering fingers. She had pulled his stiff cock half out from under his tunic and very very slowly pulled back the foreskin. Thy breathed heavily and stopped breathing. She slowly drove the exposed glans thoughtfully with her thumb left and right, slowly ran her thumb thoughtfully back and forth on the exposed glans, for minutes. After all, she had decades of experience with cocks and knew exactly where the special spots were with which she could make any cock squirt in an instant. She continued to rub the glans with her thumb, which twitched sensitively with each stroke over it. A jet shot forth and as her thumb continued to rub it, another jet shot forth and another and another. She stopped her thumb. No, this was no longer the little boy's cock she had shown him years ago to masturbate and had allowed to fuck her. This was a sizable cock, probably quite a bit larger than his older brother's.

"You know the law, Heron is the older one, he has the right." Eleni wondered how flat and unconvincing her voice sounded.

"I've been watching both of you fucking for months now, and I can too fuck very well!" Thy whispered, but his voice was clear and firm.

"I don't even know if you can fuck in reality yet, my darling!" Eleni actually didn't know, she had only watched him masturbate when Thy stood beside Heron, when he was fucking her at night. She had long ago forgotten that Thy was fucking the Andromachis bitch so often.

"I've been fucking for a year, now! And I fuck really good, of course!" said Thy, pressed. The smart rubbing of her hand had almost made him squirt. His hand immediately slipped lower, slipped from her teat to her pussy and his finger searched for her clit. She sighed deeply, spread her legs in powerless surrender and pressed her clit on his finger, she wanted badly to have it now. It flashed through her mind briefly, maybe she shouldn't have masturbated with her head lying in his lap every day after all, maybe he had been watching her despite everything. Shame constricted her throat for a moment, then she surrendered her clit to his finger. May the Goddess forgive her for it!

For minutes there was silence. She gently and very slowly rubbed his cock and he routinely let his finger rotate fast and faster and furiously. She held his cock motionless, closed her eyes and surrendered to his masturbating finger. From her earliest youth, after her father had deflowered her and fucked her daily until her marriage, her skill in educating children sexually had spread. She led the boy and sometimes his little girlfriend to the stone bench at the back of the house and took him in her arms like a baby. She uncovered one breast and let the boy lick and suck her breast and her teat, while she masturbated him. She masturbated him several times until he could no longer squirt. She probed her horny clit with her finger and only had to rub once‐twice to trigger a light, only slightly trembling orgasm, which the kids never noticed. The taller ones she led to the stone bench and told him to stand between her legs after she had taken off her tunic and sat completely naked in front of the children. He was allowed to rub her teats with his fingers or explore her body caressing while she patiently showed him how to masturbate. She showed him her sex and explained labia, clit and vagina in great detail. He was allowed to insert his index finger into her vagina and feel it. She didn't hesitate to stroke her clit two or three times during his education so she could bring herself slowly to shivering. Some also wanted to try fucking and she patiently let him fuck and cum inside, that was not real fucking for her. She also showed the girls how to masturbate, but she herself never masturbated in front of the children. Most of the boys continued to come to her for years, often there were as many as twenty of them, fucking the beautiful woman in the afternoon with childlike zeal. They would stand between her legs, pull the foreskin all the way back and moisten the glans with saliva. Eleni pressed a finger protectively on her clit and her finger vibrated ever so slightly when the orgasm made her tremble slightly. Her ass cheeks still trembled and quivered when the next little man penetrated her. But she never thought it was real fucking and that were real orgasms. She had instructed the little girlfriends to suck and lick the cocks of the boys who sat next to her, waiting for their turn, to be wet when they positioned themselves between Eleni's spread legs. The girls knew they had to swallow the semen and most of the boys squirted into her mouth. Eleni's ass cheeks trembled slightly, as fucking the boys gave her a gentle orgasm, light and only trembling in her clit, on which she had placed a vibrating finger. The first little orgasm was followed by those tiny orgasms she loved so much with each boy.

When she got married, all that stopped, she had promised herself to her husband and was ironcladly faithful to him.

Eleni opened her eyes. She pulled back the foreskin on Thy's cock very slowly, letting the glans emerge slowly. She rubbed his glans with her thumb until a jet shot out, then she stopped. Thy breathed heavily as her thumb let his jets shot, jet after jet until he stopped squirting. She gently wiped the glans with her thumb, wiped away the drops of semen and let the foreskin slowly slide over the glans again. She closed her eyes and surrendered to his finger.

She saw in her mind the images that had followed every night. After all, she had the task of preparing the Queen for fucking in the evening and masturbating her to sleep, only then she belonged to the impetuous King. Queen Penelope loved it when Eleni made her hot with French kisses and hugs and then masturbated her vigorously. Neither she nor the Queen were lesbians, yet the Queen loved it very much when she embraced Penelope stormily like a lover and made love to her with dominant, breathtaking French kisses. The King watched the heated women's kissing and tongueplaying hornily and made his cock's way to Penelope's pussy. Eleni masturbated while the two fucked once or twice and then gently stroked Penelope's clit slowly until she fell asleep. Eleni knew how this excited the King and was very much looking forward to being fucked by him with animalistic ferocity until his seed dried up and his cock softened.

Once again she opened her eyes and very slowly pulled Thy's foreskin back, once‐twice. He held his breath and his finger rested motionless upon her horny clit. She rubbed his glans with her thumb until a jet shot out, jet after jet she let shoot out until nothing more came, then she stopped. She gently wiped the glans with her thumb, wiped away the drops of semen and let the foreskin slide slowly over the glans again. Thy again masturbated her wonderfully and she closed her eyes in horniness.

A sculptor had come to sculpt a nude of Penelope. The Queen had sent her to the artist, he was to sculpt her on Eleni's body and only later sculpt her head. The artist was only into boys and worked obsessively on the clay model while an assistant with an erect cock crouched over Eleni, representing a buck‐footed faun. The assistant held out for a long time, but when he couldn't take it anymore he fucked her wildly. It was dead silent in the studio, only the gasps, moans and groans of the two could be heard as they fucked for relieving him. The artist formed her orgasm in clay as if by magic, and she fucked the assistant nonstop on four afternoons, greedy, wild and with animal lust. The artist did not care whether she lay motionless model or fucked with the always stiff assistant.

When she got married all that stopped, she had pledged herself to her husband and remained ironcladly faithful to him.

Eleni now felt very clearly that she was about to orgasm. She opened her eyes and pulled Thy's foreskin down very tightly, she stared at the little hole in his glans and let her orgasm come. Where her boy had learned to do that so perfectly, Eleni thought as she jerked more rapidly than usual in orgasm. She wrenched her knees wide apart as her body wriggled and jerked in spasms as if it would tear her apart. She twitched and jerked as Thy continued to rub her clit powerfully. Without pause the next orgasm made her tremble, Thy continued unperturbed and she got orgasm after orgasm. She trembled, twitched and writhed in sweet spasms, she needed so much of these orgasms every day! She stopped his hand and exhaled in a long shuddering breath. Her ass cheeks trembled for a long time after and she almost passed out from shame. She had always masturbated alone, not even in front of her husband. And that, now! She concentrated anew on Thy's cock.

Eleni remembered how her still young sons, 9 and 10, enthusiastically went to the Andromachis' parties. The rich patrician offered the children a fine buffet and let her sons and all the boys fuck her with relish. She designated a virgin to be deflowered by her sons and fucked by all the boys in turn. Eleni saw the girl crying bitterly after this ordeal and dissuaded her sons from continuing to go to Andromachis. Fucking the grown up patrician woman would be fine, but fucking the poor girl for hours hard and powerfully was really very mean! But the sons never fucked the poor whimpering virgin, she knew that, and the boys only fucked the old bitch because it was so exciting to fuck a grown up, a big woman. They went on for a while and fucked their brains out, but a year later they had enough.

"And who's the lucky one, if I may ask?" Eleni sounded more mocking than she meant it. She felt very clearly how his cock stiffened and twitched in her masturbating hand.

"You have to squirt already?" she asked, and he nodded. She pulled his foreskin back really hard, rubbed his cock back and forth really fast and let his semen splash into the grass. She made him cum in a high arc, she pulled his foreskin back again and again at the right pace, so that he squirted jet after jet in a high arc. She smiled with satisfaction, because making men cum beautifully was something she had known how to do all her life. Thy buried his face against her breast and his hand sought her teat. She continued to rub him for a while until he stopped squirting.

Thy had calmed down. "Inea, she is!" he said in a firm voice. Eleni was startled for a moment. "Inea, from next door?" she asked, knowing at once that it was true. Inea was a neighbor, butt‐ugly, but of a very kind and amiable nature. She was much older than her, she already had three grown up daughters and was perhaps already a grandmother.

"She calls me quietly if I can fuck her whenever she feels like fucking." Thy sighed deeply satisfied as Eleni used two fingers to rub the last drops out of his cock with very firm strokes.

"Inea is all right," Eleni said, as mother having the right to comment. "I'm just a little surprised because she's already such an old woman," she added uncertainly.

Thy nodded and smiled. "Yes, she is already 54. Her huge breasts are very heavy and hang lower than her belly button," the boy grinned "and her hole is deep as a well dug deep! But she loves to fuck insanely and has taught me everything I need to know about fucking a woman to an orgasm and waiting to cum. She taught me how to masturbate a woman very effectively, you know?" Eleni brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes. She felt the burgeoning horniness in her cunt rise again demandingly.

"You are my love," Thy whispered, "you have been my only Goddess since ever!" Eleni just now remembered that Heron had ridden out, he had a little 14 year old on the outskirts of the town that he fucked almost every day at this time. Eleni had encouraged him, it was good if he had a lover younger than his mother.

Thy kneaded his cock, which was already stiff again. "I want to fuck you so badly, Eleni, I almost can't take it anymore!" She looked at his beautiful cock and said directly, but smiling: "And — what are you waiting for?" she asked, giggling almost inaudibly. He looked at her in surprise.

"Right now? Fucking?" his voice broke. "Do you have any other plans?" she asked in an occupied voice. He shook his head ever so slightly. "Right now? Fucking?" he asked incredulously. She nodded. "But not until we get inside!" she laughed. They ran into the house giggling boisterously.

They lay naked next to each other for the first time since he was a child. He has a really big and beautiful cock, Eleni thought. She felt the tugging of horniness in her abdomen and pulled him on top of her. He really fucks as good as his father and for sure better than Heron, it went through her mind. He actually let her orgasm first and only squirted long after she did. Heron was not so patient, although she usually came to orgasm. However, Heron squirted when he felt like it. Eleni and Thy dozed for fifteen minutes and then fucked the second time. She was damn sure she wanted to fuck him every night, even if the law was on Heron's side.

They were in the middle of the third fucking when Heron appeared under the door. He had come in silently, they had not heard him. "This is my place, dear brother!" and he sounded offended and stern. He waited patiently a few moments for Thy to cum powerfully and when he had finished squirting, he left silently as he had come. The next few days the brothers avoided each other and Eleni angrily refused to fuck Heron for two days. Then she straightened her shoulders and ordered that from now on Thy would also lie with her. If he wanted to protest, she hissed at Heron, then he should go to the city council. But both brothers shook their heads, they agreed, of course, she was the boss after all, it was her bed.

The two brothers prepared Eleni from then on wonderful hours of fucking. They took turns and hardly let her catch her breath. She still masturbated a lot before falling asleep, even when they had fucked her nonstop and she was already dead tired from her many orgasms. She had always masturbated a lot before sleeping all her life and had the most beautiful fantasies that she never had while fucking. This was a very important element that spoke in favor of masturbating, therefore she did it all her life. She was pregnant three times, but the fetuses came off way too early.

During her marriage until her husband's death, Eleni had been ironcladly faithful to her husband, as she had sworn. She left Penelope and Odysseus on good terms, she did never fuck anyone, and she also stopped the afternoons with the young boys completely. Now that she was a young widow and the two sons fucked her satisfactorily at night, she resumed the afternoons, the fucking with young boys in the siesta. The boys between 8 and 13 flocked again to her stone bench behind the house, the young girls swallowed the boys' semen and the boys fucked her as before. Her ass cheeks trembled in orgasm, her clit quivered under her vibrating finger, and she sighed happily. Two girls, 15 and 16, who like her especially loved the young boys, evolved into her "assistants". They eagerly licked the sweet little cocks and swallowed the semen like honey. When it occurred, they too let themselves be fucked by the boys. But they had much stronger orgasms than Eleni, they twitched and wriggled while the next one was already entering their cunts.

The new Queen sent her almost every week in the afternoon a man who was quite in sexual need and did not want to go to the whores outside the city. The girls and boys surrounded the stone bench on which old Eleni lay down naked. She willingly let the man fuck her and the children watched very closely as the powerful cock plowed into her old fuckhole. Mostly they were soldiers or traveling warriors who liked to fuck a second time right away and some of them gave her a real, violent orgasm at the second time. The children asked her in amazement if a woman always got such a violent orgasm? She smiled wisely and answered that it only depended on the fact that the good man gave the woman enough time to come to orgasm.

Eleni was rapidly getting older, her breasts became huge at 56 and since they were full and heavy, they hung down to her belly button. She pulled the tunic over her head, she was willowy and her naked body a real feast for the eyes. Her pubic hair had fallen out before she was married and if you just looked at her virginal looking pussy, you would have thought she was much younger. The tip of her clit usually peeked out excitedly and cheekily between her labia. She looked smiling at the taller girls lying in the grass and letting the guys fuck their brains out. She got a little whimsical after her sons married and had families of their own. She had no problem to engage bigger boys to spend the night with her and get fucked powerfully by two or three of the boys. They always liked to come to her because she could fuck heavenly well. She became a bit careless and masturbated at night after fucking in front of the jacks without being ashamed like before. And she now played the Madonna more and more often. She took little boys in her arms, gave them a breast, on whose teats they licked and sucked. She masturbated her babies with pleasure until they were before squirting. She took the little cocks in her mouth and her tongue searched for the magic spots to make the little ones squirt into her mouth. She swallowed the bitter honey and sucked the cocks until she had sucked them completely dry. Of course, she also licked the clits of the young girls, who held her ton of breast with both hands, sucked her teats and almost choked in orgasm. The older the girls got, the more they liked to play the baby, intensely sucking Eleni's breasts and teats. Eleni held her little ass in one hand and guided the open fruity chalice to her mouth, she licked the clit to the first orgasm and continued to lick it from orgasm to orgasm. When a bigger boy found himself fucking her at the same time, she let her fingers move to the clit after masturbating the "baby" and prolonged her soft, trembling orgasm or triggered it first. She was no longer embarrassed or ashamed to let her finger vibrate on her clit and trigger her light orgasms with trembling ass cheeks and a quivering clit.

Fucking with the young boys lasted until her old age. They pulled her tunic over her head, because even as an old woman she was a beautiful naked woman. Even then, when her breasts hung full and heavy lower than her belly button and rested on her thighs while she was sitting, she trembled in the little orgasms and her teats trembled on her thighs hornily. She loved these light trembling orgasms more than anything, her ass cheeks and clit trembled continuously and she pressed a vibrating finger on the trembling clit. The other hand had grabbed a teat and was squeezing and squeezing it to keep the horniness going. Some boys also understood that and took on the second teat, the whole magnificent breast and intensified her horniness.

She was very proud of the fact that the 13 to 16 year old boys stayed overnight at her place after her sons had their own family. She loved to be fucked powerfully at night by two or three of the boys until the end of her life. Heron and Thybates teased her affectionately that she was the only grandmother far and wide who let such young lovers fuck her. But they were very proud of her.

Eleni knew what a lucky woman she was.

Irene could not cry when she received the news of her husband's death at the gates of Troy. He had already left her a year before he had followed his king into the ill‐fated war. She had been very angry that he had left her for a 14 year old slut. She had immediately reacted defiantly, for she had never fucked anyone but him. She took all four children, Castor and Pollux, Dion and Hebe into her bed. The 14 year old Castor had gone silent the day his father had moved in with the slut. He fucked Irene silently every night, and Pollux, who was 10 months younger, also fucked her just one day later. She fucked both sons every night, but she didn't get an orgasm while doing it. Dion and Hebe, who were much younger, lay to her right and left, holding her hand or putting their hand on her small breasts and playing with the big, stiff teats. She was sad that she couldn't get an orgasm, even though the boys had quite respectable cocks and tried hard to fuck her well. It was like a knot in her head, she masturbated always after fucking until she fell asleep. Her husband despised her because she took the right to fuck like a widow with her sons. Now when the news came, Castor broke down completely. He didn't fuck her anymore, although from now on he would have been perfectly justified in doing so. He went to work at the stonemason every day in the morning, after Irene had masturbated his morning wood in her mouth, and came home in the early afternoon. He sat down on the big marital bed with his back against the wall and stayed there until morning, he even slept sitting up, his arms resting on his knees and his head on his arms.

Dion, whom her husband had named Dionysios, was actually too young to fuck at 10, but Irene did not deny it to him. She held her boy with a hand and directed his cock into her pussy with her hand and held it until he fucked properly. Pollux, who was not as sultry as Castor, fucked her happily every night, taking turns with little Dion. Hebe, a quiet and smart girl of 9, usually sat snuggled up to the silent Castor and watched her brothers fuck with Irene. Hebe masturbated Castor whenever he got hard, because she loved this brother idolatrously. He shook his head when he didn't want to be masturbated anymore, he put an arm around Hebe's shoulders and hugged her to him. She had told him she wanted to wait for him to deflower her, but he shook his head. She asked him almost every night if he could finally deflower her, she wanted to fuck so badly already. She always waited until the brothers were done fucking and only masturbated when Irene masturbated.

Pollux went to the Andromachis orgy at least twice a week and often talked for hours about how great it was to fuck a huge and very famous adult woman. He left early every time because he didn't want to participate in the deflowering and fucking of the crying virgin, he thought it was disgusting. But the Andromachis bitch, she was so great to fuck, he could rave about her for hours. Irene did not stop him, because he was already over 13 and had to know for himself what he liked with the rich old bitch.

Irene masturbated Castor's morning wood every morning and always made him squirt in her mouth. He was not very enthusiastic about it, but she loved it very much. From childhood on she had let the boys squirt in her mouth, she enjoyed the power over their cocks. She knew how to lick to make him squirt quickly or later. She was a master at it and she determined when he could squirt, not him. She had sucked the cocks all her life, so it was no surprise that she went into marriage a virgin and never fucked anyone but her husband. He was indifferent from the beginning that she kept her admirers at a distance and only sucked their cocks. He had allowed her to be fucked by others, because he himself picked every flower along the way. But she didn't want to fuck anyone else, that was her choice. She sat down on the stone bench in front of her door and took the admirer's cock in her mouth. If he didn't want it like that, in public, it was his problem, not hers. She willingly pushed the tunic aside when the admirer wanted to see her pussy during licking, but that was already the maximum of liberties she took for his sake.

Hebe wanted so much to be deflowered by Castor and fuck him, but he shook his head, he wasn't ready yet. He hugged his little sister very affectionately and kissed her on the top of her head. He was sorry, he hinted, she should not wait for him. When Irene masturbated, she looked at the stiff cock of the sleeping Castor. He was always semi‐stiff and when he dreamed, the cock stiffened and sometimes he spurted a bright jet. Irene wondered, because she found this unusual and exciting. She masturbated at the same time with Hebe when the boys fell asleep and it sometimes took a very long time before she trembled in orgasm and then quickly fell asleep.

Six months after the death news, Castor's somber silence loosened. He sometimes whispered to Hebe, who was snuggled up to him, about her deflowering and promised to do it before winter if Irene agreed. The right to deflower the daughter probably passed from father to son, Hebe whispered, but she didn't know that for sure. One night he fucked Irene, the first time in more than half a year. He fucked long and thoughtfully, he gave Irene time to become aroused and she had an orgasm while fucking for the first time. She clung to him gratefully and let him finish fucking. She kissed him with tears of joy in her eyes and whispered that she had experienced an orgasm at fucking for the first time. He nodded and lay down to sleep beside her for the first time in months.

Every night the sons fucked her, Pollux and Dion struggling in vain to bring her to orgasm like Castor. After the fucking Irene put her arm around Hebe when they both masturbated until they fell asleep.

Castor asked Irene very quietly if he could deflower Hebe, she had now turned 10 and needed it quite badly. Irene put a hand on his and sighed deeply. "Another child who doesn't want to be a child anymore!" She nodded and everyone gathered around Hebe, who lay down in the right position like an experienced woman. Irene held her hand as Castor gently and softly deflowered her. She bled a little but immediately said it didn't hurt at all and let Castor fuck her. The next week she fucked only with Castor, but she only learned to orgasm at the end of the week. Now Pollux and Dion were allowed to fuck their little sister and Castor held her in his strong arms and tried in vain to explain to the younger ones how they could make Hebe orgasm, because with him she had an orgasm like Irene every time. The brothers shared Irene and Hebe, they all hugged and cuddled, which they rarely did before.

Hebe regularly accompanied Pollux and Dion to the orgies of Andromachis. While the brothers fucked their brains out with the old countess, Hebe let herself be fucked by one boy after another. She found it very nice, she told Castor, all the boys had different cocks and each fucked differently. Irene kept reminding her that she would have to stop fucking when she got her period. Hebe didn't get her period until she was 19 and she kept Irene's advice.

Irene experienced many wonderful years with her children before they gradually grew up and started their own families.