I drove my Ford Zephyr down the country road as fast as I dare go. Urged on by my two impatient daughters who doubled as backseat drivers. The older, thirteen-year-old Cassie, was once again in the midst of a bladder crisis. "Daddy, I've got to pee." I heard that phrase at least every thirty seconds for the last five miles. Her younger sister, Andie, had started laughing hysterically every time her sister mentioned her predicament. What else would you expect from an eleven-year-old?
"I think we're almost to the turn off," I said. "As I remember, it's not clearly marked." Yeah, like they didn't put up a temple on the corner to let anyone know.
"Please, Daddy. I implore you."
"Prayers to him don't work," said Andie. "You should know that by now."
"I'm driving like the wind, darling," I said. "Just hold on a little bit longer."
"Okay, Daddy. I'll try."
"Why don't we try thinking about a different subject," I suggested.
"You mean like waterfalls?" asked Andie.
"Not helping," said Cassie. "Daddy, tell us about the cabin again."
"All right. A very nice dignified meeting place. Not quite as formal as the mountain retreat, but … what's the word… peaceful. My brothers and I used to meet there to talk about the old days. Once in a while some of the old pantheon would stop by. And once in a while, they would bring their well-mannered offspring. Again, no wild parties. Just…"
I saw the mile marker a split second too late. Only my lightning quick reflexes allowed me to execute the maneuver. I made the turn onto a bumpy one-lane dirt road. It was worse than the roads leading to Rome.
"Daddy, you can slow down," said Cassie.
"I'll try to be careful, darling."
"Don't worry, Daddy," said Andie. "You can slow down. She doesn't have that urgent requirement for speed any more."
I knew what that meant. Yet another trip to the car wash to get the back seat detailed. "Sorry, darling."
Another thirty seconds brought us to our destination. The setting sun reflected a path across Lake Olympus right to the back door of what could only be described as an ancient dilapidated cabin that had seen better days.
"That's where we are going?" asked Andie. "Are you sure you found the right place?"
"Yes, this is our cabin. Your uncle is in charge of the place, and you know how he likes things to go to hell."
I parked the old Zephyr next to a shiny new Rolls Royce. "I wonder who brought that," I said. Then I noticed the license plate. M1DAS AU. I should have known.
We got out of our car, though Cassie looked ready to cry. The entire front of her jeans was five times darker than the rest of the material. "What am I going to do, Daddy?"
"I suggest removing them. No one would dare say anything about your appearance."
Reluctantly, Cassie unbuttoned the jeans and worked them down her thin legs. Then taking a deep breath, raked the drenched panties to her ankles. After kicking them off, she asked, "Are you sure I'll be all right?"
"No one dare say a word," I reiterated. However, my own stare could not leave her perfect bare pussy lips. If I knew my relatives, every one of them would be salivating over her virgin cunt. But that was par for the course at our family get togethers.
With Cassie tugging at the front hem her cold weather jacket, we headed for the porch. I followed my daughters up the six steps, remaining far enough back to get a perfect view of her equally perfect exposed ass.
"Do we knock?" asked Andie as she reached the wooden door.
"No, just go in."
The three of us passed over the threshold and found ourselves in a room about half the size of the cabin. Except for a pile of winter clothes and a closed door opposite the one we entered, the room was devoid of features. "Take off your coats and boots," I said.
"Do I have to?" asked the half-bare Cassie. She had the misconception the coat hid anything.
"Yes," I said. "Otherwise you will literally roast inside."
Reluctantly, Cassie unzipped the coat to expose a purple unicorn-adorned tee shirt a couple inches shorter than the inadequate coat. In fact, the new hem barely covered her navel. "They'll laugh at me," she said.
"No one will laugh." Salivate, yes. Laugh, no.
"Come on," said her sister. "It's not so bad."
"I don't see you losing your pants."
Andie looked to me, not to referee the sibling conflict, but to grant permission. The younger daughter had the soul of a nymph and not one iota of modesty. I barely blinked before her pants joined her coat in the clothes pile. I hadn't realized she had started the trip going commando.
"Show off," said Cassie.
I had to catch my breath. I had to admire Andie in her Save the Mermaids tee shirt she got from her Uncle Po. If anything, this sheer excuse for a cover was even shorter than her sister's, allowing her little outie to peek out below the hem.
It had been a long time since I had two half-naked young girls standing in front of me. Come to think of it, the last time was probably in that same cabin on my last visit there.
With great restraint, I tore myself away from their nubile bodies and approached the other door. I knocked and an eye-level panel slid open. "Password?"
"Let's see. What is it? Oh yeah. Gods rule, Titans drool."
"Yeah, all right," said the bouncer. The door opened and we went through it into an unlit room the size of a walk-in closet. I nodded to Ajax who I recognized in the dim light as he closed the door behind us. "Can't be too careful these days," he added as he opened a third door.
As it cracked ajar, I heard a cackle from the dark recess behind me. I let the girls venture forth into the light while I snuck a peek over my shoulder.
"Don't worry," said Psyche, my old friend and goddess of the soul. I knew her amazing powers to control the minds of others first hand. She gave me that push to propose marriage and forced me to give up my lustful ways. "Fear not. Your girls will no longer be aware of their predicament."
"Thank you," I whispered. "I owe you one. Or a thousand."
"I'll collect later," she said as she waved me to get out of the closet.
Relieved, I followed the girls across yet another threshold wondering when I would run into Eros. After all, he and Psyche always traveled together.
The next room was bright, obnoxiously loud, and nine times the size of the first one. That made the inside of the cabin much larger than the outside. Such a structure drove poor Euclid to drink. At least it wasn't hemlock.
I had never been at the cabin with this atmosphere. As much as it looked familiar, It wasn't quite like I remembered. I need to know what brought on the change.
"Oh my god," said the voice belonging to a very short, very round man wearing a white toga and holding a crystal goblet of red wine. "You did come this year. And you brought your own pair of nymphs. Good. Now I won't have to share my pair. But, does Hera know about this?"
"Now, Jim, you know I turned over a new leaf. These are my daughters, Cassiopeia and Andromeda."
"Glad to meet you, girls. Would you like a goblet of wine?"
"They're underage," I said.
"When did that ever stop me?" he countered. "Well, if you don't want wine, and don't want sex, you might want to check out the video game screen."
At the far end of the room, the outside wall held one humongous computer screen. Divided into sections, several games played at once. In front of it, a wall-to-wall sectional held a hoard of teens sitting three levels high, all focused on the screen.
"I bet Bill Gates doesn't even have one of those," said Jim.
"You'd be surprised," I replied. "Excuse me a second."
I stepped through the crowd to catch up to the girls. "Daddy, who was that guy?" asked Andie.
"Oh, Jim? I told you about him before. But I usually called him Bacchius."
The girls just stared at me. "Anyway, go have fun. I'll be around, mingling."
"Thanks, Daddy." With that, they headed to the far end, apparently forgetting all about their missing pants.
I looked around the room. Except for the new screen, the decor appeared exactly like it had for eons. That old buck head still hung over the hearth Hestia religiously guarded. The marble busts of all of us sat on wooden shelves. The old faces remained familiar while new ones piqued my curiosity. I guessed them to be demi-demi-gods and demi-demi-demi-goddesses that even in my omnipotence couldn't keep track of. Why had I been coming back more frequently?
Three familiar goddesses, dressed not in the traditional togas, but in strapless evening gowns approached. "Look what the cat dragged in," said the first in a basic black number.
"Well, hello, Artemis. I was admiring your deer head. And Athena. Blue does become you."
"Thank you. A wise choice on my part, would you say?"
"And my dear Aphrodite, you are as beautiful as ever."
"But of course," said the woman in apricot chiffon. "And you are as charming as ever,"
"Yeah, but she didn't mention her recent face lift," said Artemis.
"Artemis!" exclaimed the offended goddess.
"Now girls, we agreed not to bicker tonight," said Athena. "That would be the wise thing to do."
"Now you are going to throw wisdom at me to counter my beauty," said Aphrodite, "and whatever quality she has."
Artemis formed a fist as she fought to control her anger. "Be glad Ares isn't around to hear you say that."
"Now girls," said a fourth female, small in stature with the soft voice of a little girl. I often overlooked Irene, the goddess of peace, especially at family gatherings. "Remember why we are here."
"Why are we here?" I asked. "I haven't received an invitation in years, and suddenly…"
"All will be explained in due time," said the calming voice. "But since it has been a while, our honored cousin might like to meet our young family members." Irene motioned to a young girl that bore a striking resemblance.
"Yes, Mom," said the even softer, yet melodic voice.
"This is my daughter, Harmonia," said Irene. "She brings harmony to those she touches."
I nodded as I examined the beauty of the girl. Unlike the older women, she wore a simple cotton dress, one that clung to every curve on her delicate body. I could make out tiny nipples atop the small mounds trying to cut their way through the garment. From her body, I guessed Harmonia to be about twelve.
My body told me she was the type in the past I had desired. Or rather, forced myself onto. But since turning a new leaf, I had resisted the temptation.
"You are quite pretty, and I am pleased to have met you. I hope you are successful in the future."
"Thank you," she said, doing a half-curtsy before walking away.
"I remember the days you would have jumped her bones right then and there," said Artemis. "Hera would be so proud of you."
"Speaking of which," said Aphrodite, "where is your better half?"
"She stayed home with a headache."
"I'm sorry to hear that," said Athena.
"Why?" asked Artemis. "The last time there was a headache in that family, you popped out. Who knows? You might have gotten a better looking sister."
"Girls," said Irene. "Is there anyone you would like to introduce?"
Artemis put her two fingers in her mouth and whistled. The room as a whole turned toward her and after rolling their eyes, went back to their conversations. All except two young girls. They obediently made their way to stand with their mother.
"My two girls," said Artemis. "Daphne is almost fifteen and graceful as a doe. Atalanta is only twelve, but can beat anyone here in a foot race."
I noted the similarity in the features of the pair. Both girls had light brown colored hair, almost than of a deer. The long rectangular face lent itself to a determined expression. The older girl displayed a level of physical maturity her younger sibling hadn't reached. Nicely developed, almost luscious breasts and spreading of her hips made Daphne appear ripe for the plucking by the average hero. Of course, I am neither average nor a hero.
"My pleasure," I said. They said nothing, looking for a signal from their mother before racing off to more fun activities.
While I watched those girls depart, two sets of siblings joined their respective mothers. The four shared little resemblance with each other or their parent. "These are my twins," said Aphrodite, "who share little in common. Let me present Hebe and Echo."
"I'm Echo," said the dark-haired preteen dressed in an apricot wrap exactly as her mother. She hadn't quite grown into the exquisite beauty or mature form of her parent, but time would change that.
"You must be Hebe," I said to the flaxen-haired sister with a bit of charcoal dust on her otherwise perfect brow and nose.
She nodded, tossing a mischievous grin at me, the kind that negated any incident brought on by youthful exuberance. Such an expression allowed a young girl to twist her father around her little finger. I knew from experience, with two practitioners of the art in my family.
"And what do you do?" I asked.
"I try to look and act like a child," she said. "It brings joy to my mother. I want to be Forever Twelve."
"Hmm," I said. "That would make a great name for a clothing store." I turned to her sister. "What do you do?"
"What do I do?" She shrugged, but in the most endearing way.
"She repeats everything I say," said her sister.
"I repeat everything she says," echoed Echo slightly imperfectly.
"Everything?"
"Everything."
I glanced to her mother who shook her head while rolling her eyes. "Why don't you two find somewhere to get in trouble."
"Get in trouble," said Echo as she grabbed her sister's hand and raced away.
I turned my attention to the other pair. "These must be your daughters, Artemis."
"I'm Hermione," said the older with a brassy tone in her voice. Unlike the others, her face had that unflattering look, not terrible to look at, but unlikely to be chiseled faithfully by a sculptor either. And she possessed the messiest, uncombed hair I had seen at the reunion.
"Hermione? Are you smart like…"
"That little witch stole my name," she sneered as she interrupted me. "I'm not at all like her." Then she spit into the air to show her disgust.
"I was going to say smart like your mother." I glanced to a rather red-faced Artemis.
"She gets it from her father," the goddess said. "And she's as flighty and impatient as Hermes too. I often regret having that quicky with him."
I focused on the remaining maiden, the one with a serious yet cute face. "I'm Clio, and I love history. I pride myself on knowing about everything that ever happened and some of what will."
"I find that hard to believe," I said.
"She really does," said her mother.
"I knew you would say that, Mother." Turning to address me, she asked, "What would you like to know?"
I decided not to test her. There were a few secrets I'd rather stayed unspoken. "You have very unusual daughters, I must say."
"Which one would you like?" asked Artemis.
I knew a trap when I heard one. The last time I encountered such a question started with a question about who was the most beautiful and ended with a war in Troy. At least my vain and jealous wife wasn't here this time.
I decided to stall, shifting my weight back and forth from foot to foot. I stopped when I saw the smirks and knew they thought I was doing the pee-pee dance. "It's a very hard question to answer."
A commotion from the back door caught our attention. I looked that way to see my middle brother forcing his way toward us.
"Are we too late?" he yelled in that commanding deep undersea voice of his.
"There's still time," said Aphrodite. "Just barely."
"Good. I thought we would be too late again. I can't stand the ferry captains on this lake. Never on time." He turned toward me. "Hello, brother," he said. "Good to see you weren't late."
"Hello brother. Late for what?"
The Sea King stared at the three goddesses. "You haven't told him? That's what we get for letting you three women be in charge. Now if Hera had been here."
"Excuse me," I said. "Did I come late to this party? What the hell is going on?"
"Oh, don't get Hades involved," said Athena. "We don't need interference from that childless…"
Her voice froze after realizing the word that had slipped out.
"Wait a second."
My brother tried to derail my train of thought. "Just a moment. You do remember my very eligible daughter Calypso, don't you?"
Before I could say a word, or try to cover my ears, the tiny girl spoke. "Hello, Uncle Ze."
I knew the magic of the mermaid's voice, the mere sound of a word made heroes freeze and the knees of a god weak. The presence of the green-haired girl with little starfish covering her still maturing breasts and the tiniest region of sea kelp hiding the junction of her perfectly reconstituted fleshly legs turned me into a babbling idiot. Yet again.
"No fair," objected Artemis, unfazed by the new arrival. "We agreed the girls had to be fully clothed when they were presented to him."
"But that's actually more than she normally wears," countered Poseidon.
Oblivious to the conflict, my two daughters ran across the room. "Uncle Po," they yelled as they leaped into his arms.
"Hello, girls," he said as he cradled each in his muscular arms. "See they aren't completely clothed."
"But he brought them that way," said Aphrodite.
"Wait a second," I yelled. When that did nothing, I put my two fingers in my mouth and blew. Instead of a whistle, I produced a clap of thunder, powerful enough to shake the cabin and finally get the attention of its occupants. All eyes focused on me, the way it should be, the way it was for eons.
"Now, somebody has thirty seconds to explain what the fuck is going on, or I start throwing lightning bolts."
Silence filled the cabin, except for a single giggling girl. I strode over to young Hebe trying to stifle the sound coming from her mouth. "What is so funny?" I asked.
"You…said… fuck," she said in between giggles. "That's what it's all about."
I reached into my pocket to pull out a mini-bolt I keep there for emergencies. I reared back and…took one look in her youthful eyes. "I can't do it." With that I returned my weapon of destruction to its storage place.
As I did, the front door swung open and Apollo came waltzing in. "Okay, I finally got my chariot parked. What did I miss?"
He walked straight toward me. In each hand he held that of a young girl. The one on his left wore a dark midnight blue shirt and short shorts that contrasted her pale skin and even whiter hair. On the other hand, he guided another with fiery red hair, bronzed skin and a face covered in freckles. She wore a similar outfit to her sister, only in neon orange and day-glow yellow.
"Girls, I think we came at the wrong time, he said. "Why don't you join the others so the grownups can talk?"
Instead of running for the far wall and the still-active game monitors, the pair approached me. "Selene," said the pale one. "Aurora," said the other. After a curt curtsy, they skittered away.
"The other room," I said. "Now."
Having left Hestia to watch over the main room, the co-conspirators in this plan joined me in the front room. From somewhere Ajax found a dozen chairs and formed them into a circle. I did notice that the pile of discarded clothes had vanishes. Perhaps the closet had been populated.
I took the chair closest to the inside door. To my left sat Aphrodite, Artemis, Athena, Eros, and Psyche. To my right sat Apollo, Poseidon, Bacchius, Irene, and Helen of Troy. This final attendee came because of her being the unwitting pawn in the last plan the goddesses had cooked up. We left the seat opposite me vacant, just in case my youngest brother decided to stick his nose into our business.
"I'm listening," I said. I rolled three mini-bolts in my hand, an old nervous habit I picked up at such meetings at our mountain retreat. It encouraged the others to refrain from shenanigans.
No one wanted to take the floor.
"No one?" I asked.
"I'll do it," said Artemis. "It was my daughter who brought it to my attention."
"Yes? I'm waiting."
"Clio noticed, as she has a knack of doing, that you had not been here in six years." I nodded my agreement. "She also knew of no potential heroes being fathered by you during that same period." I nodded again, but frowned in trying to find a significance.
"My prophetess from Delphi foresaw that if you were not procreating on a regular basis," said Apollo, "you risked the fall of the gods from power."
"Exactly what did she say?"
"It would be better if she told you in her own words."
I slapped my hand on my forehead, causing the entire cabin to shake again. As if by magic, the door opened and a tiny figure in a very sheer flowing white robe entered the room.
"Sit, child," I said, because by her appearance she could not have reached the age of ten yet. I gave Apollo my evil stare.
"It is growing harder to obtain a virgin female mortal to sit above the fumes," he replied to my unasked question.
"Speak, child," I commanded. "Tell us what you see."
The girl closed her eyes and raised her hands to the side. "I see a dearth of children destined to be heroes and heroines. It is written if such a hero is not conceived every seven years by the greatest of the gods, in the following, great turmoil shall follow with the gods being stripped of their powers and overthrown."
I laughed a hearty laugh. "I have been married for thirteen years and my last daughter conceived over ten years ago. I do not recall any great turmoil and certainly we have not lost our powers. This must be a fake prophesy."
"But you were not celibate," said Artemis. "Clio found a note in the history that you had a one-time indiscretion with a nymph called Eudora. Against all odds she conceived and later bore a daughter called Thaea. Her destiny, while unwritten, remains heroic enough to have reset our doomsday clock."
I could feel the blood drain from my face. "You must pledge to me secrecy of that encounter. Under no circumstance shall Hera hear of that child."
Poseidon roared with laughter. "Who do you think confirmed it, brother? You walked into the palace that night with the biggest shit-assed grin on your face. That's why we love playing poker against you. You're the one who can't keep a secret."
"What do we do?"
The three goddesses shared a glance. "The wise thing to do," started Athena.
"Is to continue with our plan," continued Artemis.
"Choose one of our daughters to produce a hero," concluded Aphrodite.
"Easy peasy," I said, sounding not very authoritative. "Bring me a damsel so I can get it over."
"My daughter Clio consulted with Archimedes and calculated that for the prophesy to be unrealized, a hero child must be conceived by…"
I waited for her answer. "Fuck it. When?"
"Tomorrow morning at the first beam of sunrise," said the prophetess.
I sat back in my chair. "And you knew about this prophesy for how long?"
"About three months," said Athena. "Give or take. We had to work on her translation and she was still an intern and…"
I excelled, causing the room to shutter. "I'm just glad you didn't wait until next week. So what is the big complication?"
"It's not just anyone you have to be with," said Aphrodite. "As you know, heroes are usually born from virgins and it helps if they are somewhat tied genealogically to someone on the pantheon. So that means…"
I slapped my forehead. "That's why I met all the young girls. So which one did you decide to toss into the volcano?"
"There is the complication," said Apollo. "With the timeline so close, what if the girl is not successful. I do not believe we should rely on fertilizing eggs from just one basket, as it were."
"In the old day, we would have a contest of sorts," said Bacchius as he drank from his goblet. "Entertainment and a wager to make it more interesting."
"What do you purpose?" I asked.
"Certainly multiple candidates," said Apollo. "At least two or three."
"You think small," said Bacchius. "Hercules has twelve tasks. Why not that number of attempts for our illustrious leader?"
I held up my hand. "I am and always have been a one-girl-a-night seducer. I don't think I could do two let alone a dozen."
Eros stood up by his chair. "I could fix that."
"Quiver those arrows of yours," I said. "I've been targeted enough."
"I have other means these days," the little cherub said. "Science is a wonderful magic."
I thought about that statement. Perhaps we had already been surpassed. "But how will you find a dozen willing virgins?"
"We could probably round up enough among the daughters here," said Psyche. "I could easily manipulate their minds to accept your advances."
"But the foreplay to bring them close to climax? My tongue can only last so long."
"Men," said Artemis. "Always excuses. I'm sure we women can put to use the lessons learned at the spa on Lesbos. Right, girls?"
"Yes," said Athena.
"I have two companions who would be more than happy to help," said Bacchius.
"Another point," said Poseidon. "You are in a precarious position. Even if you get lucky early, we are back in the same boat, if you excuse the expression, in seven years. Perhaps you should abdicate your role to one not tied to a celibacy clause if you cannot fulfill the bet."
"Sounds fair," I said. Hera would have killed me if I didn't agree.
As we rose from our chairs, Apollo had one last thing to say. "We should limit the contest. I have to fire up the chariot just before sunrise. Let us say the bet is won if he has deflowered the twelfth virgin by the time the chariot flies. "
"Enough excuses," I said in my thunderous voice. "Now let us waste no more time."
Of course, as in any contest there is a bit of setup time. We had to find a god-sized bed (king-sized was way too small) and arrange the seating for the spectators. Irene and Psyche recruited the partners, dragging them away from the video games, without giving away the real justification.
We decided to project the action on the big screen. I think Bacchius said he was downloading a copy to someplace called YouTube, wherever that is. At that point, I didn't care to sweat the small stuff.
Irene became our master of ceremonies, giving direction to my partners. Psyche silently fed their minds with controlling impulses. Eros brewed his concoctions, mine for stamina and quick recovery, other ones for the girls to increase their fertility. Apollo calculated the timeline for my success and like a good taskmaster, tried to keep me on it.
We then tried to bring the girls together. My two daughters joined those of Athena, Aphrodite, Apollo, Artemis, Irene, and Poseidon. Bacchius loaned Chloe and Phyllis, two wood nymphs he had allocated for a late night threesome to the trio of cuntlapping goddesses.
Irene tried to explain what was going to happen. Atalanta began to bolt away, but Eros got her with one of his arrows. Combined with Psyche's further conditioning, the fast girl joined our contest.
"Who wants to go first?" asked Irene. Hermione's hand shot up. "Oh, our first volunteer."
"No, I…I'm not that witch. I just wanted to ask a question."
"Was it, 'How fast can I get undressed?'" asked Irene.
"No," said Hermione as she nonetheless pulled the dress over her head. Her surprised look meant I knew who was now in charge. Seconds later, the bare girl dove onto the bed, followed by Artemis and Aphrodite with the wood nymphs a heartbeat slower. Athena stood back, proudly watching her daughter's preparation.
"Your turn," said a voice from around my belt buckle. I looked down to see the top of Helen's head as she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. She yanked them to my ankles followed by my lightning bolt covered boxers. My cock sprang out, almost taking out her eye. "Wow, almost as big as Achilles." She tipped her head up and added, "Just kidding."
I hadn't considered being fluffed by the Slut of Troy would be so exciting.
When the two goddesses rolled away from Hermione, I dove onto the bed. As I hovered over the girl, I felt a hand position me to enter her virgin slit.
"Fuck her. Fuck her hard." I recognized the wise advice whispered into my ear as coming from her normally gentle mother. And I followed it.
It had been a while since I had fucked a young teen girl. But it was just like riding a bicycle. Once you got used to the pedals, you wanted to go faster, and faster, and faster. And so I did.
I felt her body shake in pleasure and released my payload into her body. Her legs turned and clenched me inside of her with all her might.
I held her tight until she finished her trembling. Her legs relaxed and I pulled back. As I did, her eyes opened. "Thank you," she whispered. "I got fucked by a god, and the witch only got screwed by a weasel."
I rolled to the center of the bed and found myself still hard and the next girl, Harmonia, waiting for me. As with my first partner, her mother, in this case, Irene, guided me into her daughter. "Fuck her. Make me a proud grandmother."
And I did my best to make it happen. I never expected that sweet little girl to be a screamer with the mouth of a sailor. That only egged on the spectators around us and those watching on the big screen.
After we climaxed, I rolled away, more exhausted than the first. I felt I could stop then and there and have been successful. Then a little voice whispered in my ear. "Just lie back, Daddy, and I'll do all the work."
I opened my eyes to see my little Andromeda licking my still hard cock, lubricating it with her tongue and then impaling it into her virgin pussy. She did everything to get me to climax. And as she reached her orgasm, I let loose inside of her. I am a god after all and can control myself when I need to.
She leaned forward onto my chest and I held her tight. "How'd you know how to do that?"
"Mom's been teaching me," she answered. "And she does have a delicious pussy. You need to eat it more."
While my baby girl fell asleep, I let her roll away from me. I opened my eyes to see Apollo hovering over me.
"Great job," he said. "You are ahead of schedule. What can we do for the next one?"
"Ambrosia," I croaked out.
Once I revived and rested, we settled on a more suitable schedule. We decided on two an hour maximum. In order I did Aurora (she went early so she could help her father), Echo (who talked the most), Atalanta (she wanted it fast and got her wish), Calypso (I am so envious of my brother – mermaids are animals in the sack), Daphne (she made me do her like a deer), Clio (I'm sure she took mental notes of everything we did) and Selene (her nature almost put me to sleep).
I sat back on the bed staring at the ceiling as the others knelt in a circle around me.
"Are you all right?" asked Athena.
"I'm not a teenager anymore," I said groggily.
"Only two more," said Apollo, "and you have two hours."
"I'm not sure I have any sperm left in me."
"Give him more ambrosia," said Artemis.
"No, wine," said Bacchius.
I wanted to yell no, but hadn't the strength. Then I felt the tongue starting to lick my balls. It continued for several minutes until I started to feel myself again. "Oh yeah."
"Just sit back Daddy until you are well rested."
I knew the voice of the advice giver was also my ball licker. "Thank you Cassie."
Like her sister, she wanted to be on top. I was in no position to argue. But I was going to have a long family meeting about it very soon.
Cassie tried everything she knew to get my body to spurt into her. I knew I'd have an opportunity in a day or so if she so desired. By now someone had to be on the road to motherhood.
"You only have ten minutes," said the voice of Apollo. "Do you want to move onto the last girl?"
Where had the time gone to? I always hated my father, Cronus. "Yes," I said. All I had to do was deflower that last virgin.
I signaled a frustrated daughter to stop and signaled the two nymphs to finish her off. Greedily, they dove into her pussy, forcing the bed to shake in multiple violent orgasms.
I saw Apollo take Aurora by the hand and wave to me as he headed outside. It was now or never.
On the other half, the last girl, Hebe, took her position. Like a warrior almost beaten down to his last ounce of strength, I crawled over her.
"Are you going to make me pregnant?" she asked.
I shook my head no. "I only have to deflower you. It will only take a moment.
"But, I'm not a virgin."
"What?"
"I've been having sex for several years. Mom has her boyfriends over and sometimes they wanted more when she was worn out so…"
I realized what she meant. "Is there a virgin in the house?" I screamed. "Anyone?"
Glances shot all about the room. No one responded. I could hear the engine on Apollo's chariot turn over and start to rev up.
"Please, anyone?"
The engine revved louder and louder.
"No one?"
"I am," said the soft voice in the sheer white gown.
"Of course, you are." I ran to the prophetess. "I'm sorry about this."
I could hear the chariot start to move, crunching on the loose stone it had parked on.
I ripped the gown from her shoulders and tore the white panties underneath. I saw her tense. Not a good sign. Over her shoulder I saw Psyche. "Calm her. Allow her body to accept me." Then I added, "QUICKLY."
The engine grew louder yet moved away from the cabin, positioning itself to launch.
I picked the girl up, putting her back against the flat wall. I grabbed my almost flaccid cock and positioned the head at the slit in her nether region. "I'm sorry," I whispered in the girl's ear. Then, closing my eyes, I pushed.
For a moment, I heard nothing, I saw nothing, I felt nothing. My brain calculated that I had lost the bet. Then I felt a pair of arms, squeezing me as close as our bodies would allow. "I love you," said the tiny voice.
I forced my eyes open and a moment later the first ray of sunshine invaded the room. I had beaten the chariot.
The Ford Zephyr flew like the wind down the highway. I prayed to myself that no police officer pulled us over. After all, I had two passenger dressed only in tee shirts, no pants, and a third without even the shirt.
"What's going to happen now?" asked Cassie sitting in the front passenger's seat.
"I'm going to rest up for a few days and then complete my quest for twelve babies."
"You mean with Sofia here?" asked Andie. She sat in the backseat next to her new adopted sister rubbing her tummy and almost glowing.
"Yes. With the mind control charms from Psyche and the concoctions from Eros, I should have three more grandchildren soon."
"What about Mom?" asked Cassie.
"I got something special from Psyche for her control. I can finally make Hera my slave. After I use it, I will have to follow no more resolution to not dip my wick in any pussy I desire. I feel reborn. Look out world. Zeus is fucking back."