Welcome to the Party Chapter 3

Welcome to the Party
Chapter 3

The man lay there for perhaps another 15 minutes before getting up and stumbling to the bathroom. He was still shaking about what had taken place, my god! What in the hell was going on? Was he going to be visited by all the female goddesses soon? A smirk crossed his face, and then he shook it away. Looking into the mirror, he thought this wasn't that good. In all of the books he had read, nothing good had ever come to pass between a goddess and a mortal.

Looking in the mirror, his mouth dropped open; a knotted headdress with a loop was on one side of his neck. On the other, a small hawk beneath the moon over the river that soon faded.

Looking down, he could still see the s ankh on his right inner thigh and the sistrum on his left, both near his scrotum. Swallowing hard, if he was, in fact, the husband of Bast, just how pissed was she going to be he had screwed her mother?

‘Holy shit,’ the man thought, ‘they had both laid a claim to him?’ Shaking, the man thought I was definitely in some intense shit! After thinking for a few minutes, he called his friend Roger, an expert with a PhD in Mythological Studies. If anyone could help him, it would be Roger; looking at the clock, the man cursed well when he was up, that was.

Heading to his bedroom, the man felt the familiar sleepiness assail his senses. Lying down with a grin, he knew that Bast should be here soon, but then a tremor went through him.

Would she be angry that her mother had also partaken with him? With a sigh, he let the darkness come; there was no fighting it.

It seemed he'd only just fallen asleep when his eyes snapped open. Across the room, Bast seemed to be waiting by the window. As she drew close,

Bast looked closely at the man, seeing the symbols on each side of his neck. Her whispery voice floated across the room to him. "Good husband.

Mother, here, See, take." Sniffing him close, the first genuine smile he'd seen on her face came forth. "Mother like much. You marked, safe. Good!"

Reaching down, she took his deflated member into her mouth, almost instantly breathing new life into it. Smiling again at his quick response, the man felt her mouth engulf him to his scrotum. Within moments, the man groaned again as he felt blast after blast of his seed going deep into her throat. Licking her lips, she withdrew, seeing that his member was still as hard as when she started. "God, Bast, I need so badly to touch you!"

Reaching up, he'd almost touched her face when she hissed and slashed at his hand, profoundly cutting it. "Not yet, almost." came her whispered reply as she licked his wrist and hand. Climbing up, she quickly impaled herself to his thighs. A growling purr seemed to issue from her lips as the wave of cold washed over him again. Strange thing though, this time it felt different; it almost felt like he could feel her weight.

Quickly, she settled into a rhythm that seemed to increase every few seconds until she seemed to be moving as fast as Isis had been. It also didn't seem to take that long this time, as he quickly felt the feeling building to the point he knew he was about to explode within her.

Roaring out, he felt his seed start to fill her, flooding her cervix and then flowing out around his cock. Even as his release started, Bast began to scream far louder than she had before. Her whole pale body shook uncontrollably as her hole clenched his member tighter. Falling on his chest, the man felt her biting her way up his chest to his neck, then his lips as she bit both of them.

Licking back over the trail she'd just taken, the man could only admire the red of his blood on her lips and fingers. Her mother was beautiful, but he'd take Bast any day. After all these years, he realized with shock that he thought he was falling for her! Damn it, I am screwed, he thought; when she finally left, as he knew she would have to one day, he felt he would die.

Bast looked at the man momentarily, "No husband, no die. You, Bast, always. Mother help. Protect, Mark." Licking his hand and wrist again, then his chest a last time, she floated to the window and looked at him. Was she smiling at him? What was that strange glimmer he'd seen in her eyes? Damn it, he needed to talk to Roger. In the morning, he thought as if the darkness of sleep enveloped him.

The following day, the man stumbled into the bathroom again; looking in the mirror, he was prepared to shave but still had no beard even after four days. Again, as before, his skin had no cuts or bruises. Damn, he thought they wanted him young, but really! Then again, as he stared at his reflection, this was about the time he was at his sexual height. Nodding, he grabbed his phone and called his friend Roger,

"Roger, I need your help, though I think I am screwed in the long run with all of this. What? No, I'd instead not tell you over the phone. I need you to believe me when I tell you, ok? No, nothing like that. See you in an hour. Good, see you soon. The man grabbed his floppy hat for working in the yard and approached his car. Again, his heavy-set neighbor was staring at him as he was leaving. What in the hell is up with that woman, he thought.

An hour later, he was pulling up to the state university. Parking, the man made his way in, trying to look at the ground the whole time. Finally, within the confines of Roger's office, the man removed his hat. Roger sat there as his friend regaled him with the entire story. "Roger, you have to help me. Everything I read said that relationships like this never end well for the mortal, namely me!"

"Let me get this straight. Bast has visited you for several years. You and her have a night of passion, and then she leaves?" The man nodded to Roger. "Then last night you were visited by Isis. Really, please pray, tell me what she looked like."

The man launched into a description of a wonderful pale woman with a headdress resembling a disc with two snakes around it. She had a long sheath dress on when she first appeared.

The man stopped 'til Roger made him go on, during which time he described the woman climbing on him and using him until they were both satisfied.

The man then described Bast as she was now appearing every night. Nearly in tears, the man asked Roger if he was a dead duck or what?

"Well, I can say one thing," Roger said with a grin on his face, "You are, as you said fucked, but I don't think in the way you think. Can I see where you were marked?" Roger asked.

The man nodded and pulled his shirt off, showing his neck. Roger stared for a moment, then sat. He handed his friend a card and said, "These are ALL my private numbers. We have been waiting for a sign; thank you, my friend. For any help you need, call me."

"What are you talking about," the man said, looking at his friend as if he were crazy.

“I am sorry. I am a high priest for Isis. As I said, we have been waiting for her to sign. If you need any help, call." Pressing an intercom button, the man said, "Temhkes, could you please help my friend?"

A tall, slender, pale-skinned woman with dark black hair came in and helped the man to an outer room. Locking the door, she returned to the man and quickly removed his hat. Hiding his eyes, the woman started to chuckle.

"There is no need, mortal; what that bitch of a sister has done to you won't affect me.

However," here she passed her hand over the man who quickly found himself stark naked.

"Damn it, that bitch beat me to the best again. It's ok," waving her arm, she was suddenly just as naked as the man. "Ah! That’s better. All right, let's see what you got!"

Climbing on, she drove herself to his hips, screaming the whole time the man's rigid member penetrated her.

"Oh, hell yeah! Come on, stud; let's see just how hard you can screw!" Driving herself harder and harder, the man reached up tentatively and grasped the woman's breasts, causing her to scream out in orgasm. "Ugh! That's it! Squeeze them harder than that! UM, that's it."

Damn, the man thought I was afraid of this. How many more are going to come after me? "No more stud, just us three. You are marked by Mother now. No one but family can touch you.

That leaves that much more for me!"

The man felt his orgasm building higher, finally unable to hold back. The man felt his seed filling her deep, then falling out around her, opening on him. Again, screaming as if her life depended on it, the woman spasmed and lay on his chest. Gasping for breath, the man finally asked, "What in the hell is happening?"

Smiling, the woman sat up and started to work on her internal muscles as she could feel him still hard. "You know something? You talk too damn much! Please give me a few more orgasms, and then we can talk! Finally sated, the woman rolled off the man. "It figures I'd have to get one my sister already had. However, I must admit that what she did to you greatly increased my value. That has to be the first time in 3000 years I have been that satisfied!"

Do you feel like answering a few questions? The man asked.

"Sure, what I can answer is I am a goddess, but even we don't know everything." The dark-haired woman replied.

"First one, I get you are Bast's sister," the man said, rolling his hand.

"Yes, I am Sekhmet. Sister to that bitch Bast often called her evil twin. I hate that!" The whole building shook a moment, and then she calmed.
"Next?"

"Am I the husband of your sister?" The man asked as Sekhmet reached over and rubbed his now half-deflated member.

"That little bitch has already laid claim to you? Father! Damn it, I also claim this mortal as my husband!" Sekhmet shouted into the air.

"It is so," a booming voice came from every corner of the room. "Both may share, but both have to procure!" then, just as suddenly, it was quiet.

A little giggle from Sekhmet had the man turning her way. "You best prepare, stud! We will have you planting seeds in the morning, noon, and night. You're going to be quite the row-plowing farmer!" Here, Sekhmet laughed at her joke.

"So it's going to be the same as with Bast?" The man asked.

"Oh yes, though the bitch has a head start on me, I'll catch up, don't worry. Oh, and by the way, you won't sleep for a while, so eat a lot. You're going to need it." Laughing, the woman left the room, and the man scrambled to dress.

Walking out, the man forgot to put his hat on and smiled at three young women who passed him. The next thing he knew, he was being dragged into the women's bathroom. He was then stripped naked, and a very wet hole was shoved down his cock. Screaming, the woman began to pound as hard as she could. Amazingly, the man began to fill her only a few minutes later.

Again, as at the country club, the women kissed as they passed each other. Then, the two not with him were hotly kissing each other. The second woman slowly slid up and down for a minute, then began to push harder and faster. Merely five minutes later, the man erupted deep into the second woman, causing her to scream out in satisfaction.

Finally, the third woman climbed on, trying to get herself down his rigid member. Frustrated, the woman began to rub her vagina across his dick, hoping she would produce more lubrication. Finally, both of the first two women laid her back and began to tongue and lick her 'til they felt she was slipperier. Helping her back up, the woman started to shove herself slowly, more profound 'til, with a sigh, she was resting on the man's hips.

Taking a deep breath, the woman began to withdraw the man and then dropped back to his hips slowly.

The man couldn't believe just how tight the woman was or just how much the other women had lubricated her. Finally, after what had to be five minutes, the woman was comfortable as she started a rhythm that was squeezing the man's member. Another five minutes passed before the woman began actually to start to thrust harder. Suddenly the man finally felt the buildup deep within his scrotum, ‘Shit,’ the man thought, ‘this was going to be big!’ Still thrusting hard but not as hard as most that had taken him, the man could see that the woman was close also. With a growling roar, the man felt all his seed as it started to fill the woman.

The woman's eyes got huge when she felt the man's member swell in her, and then she felt wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Yelling and screaming, the woman spasmed several times and then laid her head on the man's chest. Her eyes cleared momentarily, and she whispered in the man's ear, "Thank you." Then her eyes glazed over, and she and the other two dressed kissed the man and left as if nothing had happened.

Sekhmet stood outside with a smirk, "Well, that's three for me that ought to make father happy, considering. By the way, be careful screwing mother; she's been known to kill quite a few mortals when she gets too excited." Reaching down, Sekhmet patted his crotch, "Though I think that with this monster, you and her will get along just fine. I'll see you tomorrow wherever you are; I do have to exchange fluid with you. Laughing, she disappeared, shaking her head.

All I could think of was that now I was screwed. He had learned early in life to never get between feuding females, let alone sisters. The problem was that he was what they were feuding over.


To be continued