Chapter 9

I had taken Priapus' advice and not taken the girls to Mt. Olympus for the party, and they were really pissed. Even when I explained that Priapus had feared for their safety because they were not yet immortal, I had some trouble getting through to them. They just did not understand that the ancient Greek gods could act like spoiled children at times, and their play could get very rough.

The reaction of the girls, of course, was, "So, why don't you make us immortal the way you are?"

My answer, for the hundredth time was, "Are you sure you want to be immortal? Once you are, there is no going back! I got caught up in a power struggle and had no choice, but I want you to be sure before you make such a big commitment. You've got 50 years or so to make the decision. I can give you back your youth, but I can't give you back your mortality. Be very damned sure that immortality is what you want before you ask for it seriously." As usual, when I put it that way, they backed down.

The next question was, "Who is the strange woman?"

They were shocked when I told them that she was Aphrodite, and she was my new wife. They were particularly taken with the idea of 13 orgasms, but I told them that they would have to work up to that many; in fact, I didn't expect to be going that long with Aphrodite again any time soon. It just took too much out of both of us, especially out of her. I gave them the whole story while Aphrodite sat there listening. They were shocked when I mentioned the signs of blood at the ninth orgasm, and the steady bleeding at the end. Aphrodite agreed that she still hurt a bit from the experience, but that was what had convinced her that she had finally found the man of her dreams.

Speaking of "man of her dreams," it was time for bed, so we all adjourned to the bedroom. I told Aphrodite that I had no intention of fucking her tonight, and she thanked me for my consideration. As soon as we stripped for the shower, the girls noticed that Aphrodite did not have the Pi tattoo. I asked Aphrodite how she felt about that, and she said that she really wanted one, since it marked her as one of my wives. I told her how to get the tattoo, so she said, "Thank you Son, and I really mean it!" Suddenly, there it was: a Pi tattoo. Aphrodite was very pleased to see it and hugged me when we pointed it out.

I heard in my head, My mother has really changed! I may actually eventually come to like her in her new state. Thank you, Jimmy Smith!

We trooped into the shower, and I had to explain to Aphrodite how it worked. Normally, all gods had to do was to wish themselves clean, and they were. I asked her to give the process a chance, and she might actually come to enjoy it. Well, since I asked, she would go along with us, but she could not see the advantage of a shower as compared to her old way.

The other girls got the water temperature adjusted, and we coaxed Aphrodite into the water. She really got interested when I started soaping her up, especially her tits and pussy. Now those were sensations that you never got from just wishing the dirt away. All five of us worked on washing her hair and getting the conditioner put in after the shampoo. Aphrodite exclaimed that having her hair washed like that was one of the most erotic things that she had ever experienced! By the time we were all washed, I had the cleanest dick, balls, and ass in creation, and Aphrodite was the one who did the most cleaning. At this point, she did agree that a shower was far superior to her old method.

Aphrodite was impressed with our bed and was eager to try it out. I reminded her that she would not be fucked, tonight, for medical reasons. However, I offered to let her sit in on the four fuckings that I would do tonight so that she could see how we did things. I could see that she was thinking it over, after all, she had seen many fuckings, so there was no novelty there, but she decided to watch the first one, just to see what went on.

Molly was the first one up tonight, so I used my no-time toy to isolate us inside the pseudo time and leave the other three women out. As usual, Molly was dripping with lube, so no foreplay was needed. She lay on her back and raised her legs to expose her cunt to me. I rubbed my cock head through her slit a few times and pushed in a short distance. Molly was well relaxed and comfortable with my cock, so I was able to push on down to the end of my stroke with no further delay. We waited a moment of my size adjustment, and I started stroking in and out. Aphrodite made a point of checking on the size of my cock to see that it was now much smaller than when I had fucked her at the party.

I explained to Aphrodite that my cock adjusted to the dimensions which would give the woman the maximum pleasure without specific commands from me. All I had to do was to pause for a couple of seconds or less, and the job was done. That was when I told Aphrodite that I was going to ignore her for a while because I wanted to give full attention to Molly, since she was the one being fucked.

Molly was a little slow to respond tonight, probably because she was a little bit intimidated by having a goddess of sex watching her fuck. I did everything that I could think of to encourage Molly to relax and get with the program, and she finally started to respond. Molly began to climb toward her peak a little bit slower than usual, but I just kept stroking. When Molly finally broke over into her orgasm, it was a mighty one, usually comparable to the last one of a triple. She screamed and I grunted out my pleasure, and Molly fainted. Now that was something she rarely did after only one orgasm! I decided that she was finished for tonight, so I broke us out of no-time and moved on to the next girl.

Aphrodite said that she would pass on watching any more fucking, since she was tired and sleepy herself. Each of the other three girls had a triple, so they were well satisfied. At first, Aphrodite did not believe that the other girls had been fucked because she had experienced no passage of time. The girls assured her that they had, indeed, each been fucked to a triple orgasm, and had enjoyed each one of them. I showed Aphrodite the no-time toy and explained how it worked. I also told her that Molly loaned her no-time toy to Ed and Mom so that they could have a similar experience.

We got to sleep at a reasonable hour, and Aphrodite was allowed by the other wives to sleep next to me as a special sign of acceptance. Aphrodite was suitably appreciative of the honor bestowed upon her.

Things had been going well for Priapus' Clubhouses. We were spreading all over New England and down into New York and New Jersey. Mr. Powers was putting in his special brand of mall at almost every place that looked good to him. This was why we were having staff problems—we were barely able to keep up with the demand for managers. It was now an established commitment that every Power's Mall had its Priapus' Clubhouse. Do you suppose that it was a coincidence that Victoria's Secret always tried to have an outlet next door to the clubhouse?

Some places were growing faster than others, but once the teens found out what the advantages were of joining a Priapus' Clubhouse, we had a waiting line every day after school and on weekends. Maybe we were growing too fast, but we started to get flak from Conservative Christian groups. At first, it was a few pickets with signs standing in front of our doors. It was often necessary to call mall security to clear away some over zealous individual who was physically blocking our entrance. Initially, the person was just escorted out of the mall, but we finally had to resort to legal action when they became too much of a problem. The person usually got off with a slap on the wrist, but, at least, he or she did have to show up in court.

Every one of the clubhouses was retrofitted with thick polycarbonate windows to protect them from vandalism. A few windows actually showed scuff marks where somebody had gotten rough with a brick or something. Anyway, we could see trouble coming, we just didn't know where it would happen first.

To my surprise, at least, the first serious incident took place in upstate New York. About 20-25 protestors with signs marched on the local Priapus' Clubhouse with the apparent intent of wrecking the place. It turned out that the signs were simply thin cardboard mounted on a staff which could be used as a heavy club. When they saw the clubs, the managers knew that they were in bodily danger.