Hey all! I'm giving you an especially long story segment today that actually spans three chapters of the book. This is because the first two are short and I don't want to deny you a major sex scene after such a long delay in this release. I hope you all enjoy, and will get in touch with me via the contacts page with questions, comments, or heck, even some praise if you're into that sort of thing, I know I am!
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For the months that followed, Pericles' life fell into a satisfying, if not sometimes difficult routine. He lost track of days for weeks, and then weeks for month, ultimately unsure how long he spent in the education and toil that the temple had to offer, but it became clear quite early on that the goal of virtually everything he did, from eating to working to fucking were all designed to mold him into the perfect fucking machine. Of course he'd entered the temple thinking he already was exactly that, but the words of the Matriarchs and Aphrodite herself had given him cause to doubt himself. It was a double-edged sword; doubt meant that he was indeed imperfect, yet it also gave him hope that he had somewhere to go, new plateaus to reach in skilled lovemaking.
His schedule each day was the same:
-Mornings-
Morning was easily Pericles' favorite part of the day. The first time it happened it utterly startled him; he woke from apparently pleasant dreams to the sensation of tongues wandering his cock. Looking down he saw two acolytes slavishly giving him oral service. They would lick and flick at his humongous morning-wood before taking turns practicing deep-throating him. While the two girls on his first day could not handle all of him, he was surprised to find through the weeks that every few days he was blessed with presence of one who could, usually a full priestess or even one of the Matriarchs a time or two.
For the girls, it was a test of their ability to please a man, to learn to deepthroat, and a general fun sort of chore; it was training for them as much as it was for Pericles. For his part, he was commanded by whoever was servicing him to NOT cum. He found this surprisingly difficult at first; even with his legendary stamina that made it downright challenging to get off when he wanted to, the acolytes and priestesses of the temple were just so skilled he couldn't help but want to unload when they swiftly brought him to the brink.
One thing that shocked him was just how nasty the girls would get. He was used to women trying every trick they had to please him when they wanted a piece of his bull-cock, yet the girls of the temple were beyond thorough. No blowjob was complete until they'd spent a long time polishing his balls to a slobber-gleaming shine, his taint had been totally coated in saliva, and even his ass needed to be eaten out. Since the girls always came in pairs he felt they had an unfair advantage in how they'd team up against him, perhaps one taking his nuts throat deep while the other would use her huge tits to jack his cock off into their mouth.
But, over time, Pericles found he was able to hold out in spite of the spectacular head. Even if it was just one more minute a day, it didn't take long for those little gains to become hours, and it was with smug satisfaction he found more girls tapping out due to jaw strain or tongue-fatigue, though he did selfishly allow himself one earlier orgasm per week, just to reward himself for progress. With this regimen of dedication, it soon became a serious effort for even the combination of Zoey and Xenia to get Pericles off until he wanted it to end.
-Breakfast&Prayer-
After the morning blowjob (which Pericles would sometimes finish in the bath if he'd lasted long enough) it was off to the common dining area. The food in the temple was plentiful, and always sprinkled with exotic spices designed not only to enhance the flavor of the meals, but also to increase his virility, pack muscle onto his frame, and keep him resistant to illness or fatigue. In time he learned that locals would constantly bring sacrifices of the food he ate to the temple in exchange for anything from blessings to love potions to copulation with a priest or priestess.
The Temple did not consider any of its members to be prostitutes however; rather, sacrifices were made without specific requests, and those who chose to bestow the blessing of sexual congress to show the Goddess's thanks were smiled upon by the temple, but never required. There was no price or negotiation, only choice and freedom and above all, always, love.
Following breakfast, Pericles would join with the others in prayers and ceremonies. While the rituals of the temple had their titillating aspects and sexual imagery was heavy throughout, this was always the hardest thing for Pericles to master. His attention span had never been the best, and he was so constantly geared up for more sex it was difficult to stop fantasizing enough to say the right words at the right times, but as the weeks dragged on, Pericles grew to speak the rites so reflexively it no longer mattered that he wasn't the best student.
-Early Afternoon-
While the chores that came with the post-prayer hours were hard labor, Pericles found he truly didn't mind them. He'd always been comfortable with his body and muscle seemed to form on him easily enough, though things were difficult at first. When he started, it was his task to haul heavy sacks of grain from where the parishioners would leave them and take them the long walk to the kitchen stores. Initially, he could barely make the long with a single big sack, his muscles feeling fatigued after just one trip, but in time he found himself able to take two such sacks, then four, getting just a bit stronger every time he did.
What really got him through it was the pleasant ogling many of the acolytes and priestesses would pay him; their lurid gazes that lingered on his bulging biceps or thick calves was a sort of fuel that kept him going no matter how much he wanted to stop or collapse from the labor. He also noticed that he seemed to be developing a bit faster than the other guys he labored with, many of them only making half his progress in twice the time; this made him feel that Aphrodite's blessing was truly upon him.
-Sex Education-
Easily the best part of Pericles' day every day was the actual training in the art of making love. Part of the classes were merely lecture, a patriarch or matriarch talking the students through details of anatomy, the nature of the penis, the vagina, the testicles and the breasts were all covered of course, but also how almost any other part of the body could be made erogenous under the right circumstances or employing the right techniques. Pericles was especially surprised when he learned how to bring a woman to the brink of orgasm simply using his fingernails on the span between the wrist and elbow!
He was also shocked to learn just why his penis had the effect it did on women. He'd never really given it serious thought, just assuming "more penis" meant "more sex" and therefore that was the cause of his ability to stimulate women so effectively. Instead he learned, the reason his cock got results was because of its girth, particularly in how the sheer mass of it would put pressure on the clitoris from other side. Lesser endowed men had to find other ways of addressing the needy, greedy little button at the heart of the female orgasm, their own weapons just didn't do enough to put pressure on it. He was pleasantly surprised to learn that when he applied what he learned and applied his fingers or other toys to the front of the clitoris as well he could bring about even bigger climaxes.
The part of the class that wasn't instructive, was demonstrative... teachers would pair members of the class up or even personally demonstrate specific techniques, and there seemed to be something of value to learn from each of them.
From Zoey he learned how to truly devour pussy; he'd always relished the experience, but with her careful guidance he learned much more about the timing, when to switch from direct stimulation to more circular motions and back again, when to insert a tongue or finger, how to read his partner's reactions to gauge what she wanted or needed.
