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Hercules lowered his mouth. Hippolyta sensed it growing closer and closer to her wet pussy, but still didn’t feel its touch where she needed it, even as his beard brushed against her creamy thighs… almost at the font of her desire.

She jerked: he had touched her, but with his fingers, not his tongue. They spread apart the hood of her clit, exposing it to bask in the cool air. Pulsing and throbbing for more substantial contact. Then Hercules’s tongue suddenly met her clitoris. Licking it daintily, teasing the strongest of sensations out of it with only the flicking tip of his tongue.

Hippolyta surged convulsively. Her hands tangled in Hercules’s hair, pulling him with quavering strength to the titillated slot her thighs had spread open to reveal.

This time he didn’t bother with his fingers. His tongue forced its way into her throbbing opening, splaying it as wide as it needed to be to accommodate the wiggling muscle. As suddenly as he’d dropped his tongue inside her pussy, he drew it out and thrust it at her clitoris.

Hippolyta was lost in ecstasy, her legs shooting out to their fullest, spasming and quivering in the air. Every muscle in her pleasured body twitched in time with the lashes his tongue gave to her snatch. He plunged his tongue inside of her, thrusting deeper and deeper until there seemed to be no end to this lick. Only to come out and assault her clit, mercilessly taunting and teasing it into more delight than Hippolyta could take.

“Aaahhh.” A long, low groan flew from Hippolyta’s throat. “It’s good, my love, it’s very good! Let me do the same to you! I want you to feel what I’m feeling!”

“Yes, by Zeus! I’ll see my cock homed in your mouth!”

Hippolyta had completely forgotten about the other couple sharing their bed. It was, ironically, the sudden absence of their rocking that regained her attention. But no sooner had they quit than they started again, the wet sounds of sex continuing stronger than ever.

Artume and Amadeus were thrilled by the addition of even more sex to their orgy. They moaned into each other’s kisses, Artume grinding her hips needfully up and down Amadeus’s cock. The rhythm of their undulation had Amadeus’s shoulder rubbing constantly against Hippolyta’s. When Artume sank down, split in half at the groin by Amadeus’s prick, her long hair brushed against Hippolyta’s arm.

Hippolyta’s attention went back to Hercules. He had turned his body around and was kneeling over her face to sixty-nine her, his mouth already starting in on wet slavering movements against her sex.

For a moment, she held back in indecision over whether to return the action… she’d never been so submissive to a man as to service his cock with her outspoken mouth, but she felt she had no choice as Hercules pleased her moistly tingling cunt. The blunt red tip of his prick pressed seekingly into her lips; she opened them quickly, letting him into the warm, wet moistness her mouth had to offer.

His hotly stiffening member seemed to fill her from her bottom teeth to her palate and Hercules brought it even deeper, steadily rubbing his harshly throbbing manhood against the entrance to her throat, then the first inch of it, and more, more, embedding it deep in her gullet.

Hippolyta gasped for enough air to keep from blacking out; she shut her eyes to block out the sight of his cum-filled testes swaying over her nose. They waved in the air as heavily as sandbags while Hercules rolled his pelvis, sliding his masculinity in and out of Hippolyta’s lips. Never quite taking it away from her, but never denying himself the pleasure of rutting her warmly sucking mouth either.

Hippolyta tightened her lips and stroked her tongue frenziedly around his throbbing cockhead, taking her own pleasure every time Hercules slid in and out of her widely stretched lips. His pubic hair brushed tantalizingly against her splayed lips and straining cheeks, making her seethe with how much masochistic pleasure she was feeling now that she’d allowed herself to feel it.

“Mighty Zeus! Herc!” she sputtered around the long thick phallus. “It tastes incredible! I love having it in my mouth!”

“Then have my seed besides! Tighten your lips and implore my finish still harder! You will soon find your dearest wish granted!” Hercules boomed, his voice coarse and thickened by desire.

Her lips pulled at his slickly thrusting tool. She drew her cheeks inward, wrapping them firmly around the curvature of Hercules’s endowment so they clung to it as he withdrew his cock. Saliva and precum filled her mouth, gilding his prick on its way in. Her cheeks puffed wide and Hippolyta’s eyes widened too, feeling him shove deep until he was buried in her warmly welcoming gullet.

A sticky smear filled Hippolyta’s senses. Her throat, the cock, her mouth, all of it was a sloppy mess, sticking and dripping. She keenly felt her mascara running from her misty eyes; it seemed to match the wetness that was boiling over inside her cunt.

More precum seeped from the end of Hercules’s prick, twisting the taste of his musk which already pervaded Hippolyta’s thoughts. His breath grew shorter. She felt his hips twitching and straining, trying to bear down on the forceful lust he was barely restraining.

Hippolyta trembled with pleasure, feeling the motion of Hercules’s hands over her thighs, prolonging and accentuating the sensations she felt from his tongue working deep in her pussy. Never would I have thought he was capable of such subtle delicacy—the man is capable of anything if it’ll bring me pleasure!

Hercules flicked his tongue up and down her moist slot, keeping her at a plateau of delight and lust. She was too passionate not to reciprocate, not to pull with all her throat muscles at his smoothly bulging endowment. Hippolyta actually enjoyed the thought that she was paying him back in kind for how much he was pleasing her.

Hercules pulled her sex further apart. Her body quaked as his hot tongue snaked from her splayed labia to her tiny puckered asshole, pushing against it until its tightness had to give, to let him in just enough for her to feel him within that taboo space, all while her cunt was so torturously open.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck! Hercules! Yes, like that!” she murmured around the thickness of his mouth-filling cock.

He moved his tongue back to her clit, licking it, nibbling it, then pulling with puckered lips at the folds surrounding her little pearl. Sucking away her flowing juices and tonguing them back over her labia, her perineum, her anus itself. Finally decimating her with his tongue cutting a wide swath over her slot while his finger bored at her rectum, slowly entering her and the pain of it lost in the flood of sensations lighting up her cunt like a bonfire.

“Uuuugh!” Hippolyta groaned, feeling like she was exerting herself, she had to be exerting herself to be so tight and yet let his finger into her all the way to the first knuckle.

“I’ll have your ass now, lover,” Hercules panted, taking his cock from her mouth and coming around on the bed.

Hippolyta felt a thrill of fear. Now that mighty instrument was ready to penetrate her where she couldn’t simply swallow. But she didn’t feel afraid. Her terror invited more; she wanted to keep being scared.

“Yes, oh yes, fuck me there!” Hippolyta breathed heavily, turning over onto her belly to offer him her ass. “Take my ass! Show me how you fuck it, how only you can fuck it!”

Hercules stitched small kisses along Hippolyta’s spine, moving down lower and lower even as his finger returned to her ass, pushing into it, traipsing out, soothing and relaxing her tight ring until it couldn’t resist the smallest amount of pressure.

His bearded mouth paused at the first smooth curve of her buttocks. He pressed his lips to the softly rolling slope, feeling them reverberate with sensation when he plunged into her anus with another finger. From the way Hippolyta quivered with enjoyment, he could tell his next entry into her would be met with resounding pleasure.

Hercules lifted himself over her. He took his fingers away slowly, savoring how the flesh of her ass clung to each knuckle, and then he clutched her weighty buttocks, his thumbs dimpling on either side of her asshole to stretch the entrance wide.

Hippolyta tensed, forced herself to relax, then felt a probing into her rear passage that she knew couldn’t be one of his fingers—not even his whole hand. It was soft and wet at first, tapering open her sphincter. Then, very quickly, it became an unrelenting bluntness, a hardness that demanded she soften to accommodate it.

“Oooohhh SHIT!” Hippolyta groaned, her body shuddering all over with both fear and lascivious anticipation.

Her breath hitched. Her mouth gaped open. His cock was nosing into her, yet it held still, only its heft and the distance it had already traveled pressing into her elastic opening at the moment. It was as though Hercules was teasing her, making her realize how much she wanted this thing despite how unnatural it was.

Then she felt something give… a looseness compelled from her body… and Hercules pressed in to her, taking full advantage of her body’s admittance, forcing his way in until her buttocks were splayed wide apart. Hippolyta jerked, shocked by the bolt of pain. She’d been stretched some by his fingers, but now his cock was pushing her elasticity to the limit.

Hercules shoved into her again and the feeling of being skewered shook in every atom of her body. His prick was driving through the vain resistance of her anal muscles and taking her softly stretching passage with as many waves of pain as it took for her body to yield to him.

“HERCULES!” she cried, and flailed her head from side to side, her ecstasy rising on a tide of masochism. She felt his huge, pulsing erection filling her rectum ceaselessly as though her entire body were being wrapped around this one almighty spike.

“I first came to you for a girdle,” Hercules chuckled, “and now I have one… much as I needs break it in!”