The Latest Scoop - Calypso

This is extremely spur of the moment. As I write this AN I'm in the middle of two oneshots called Percy Does a Boo-Boo and Percy and Jason Compare Cock Sizes. Neither are lemons; they're actual oneshots/stories. This one's mortal AU. I personally hope that, as with the Persephone lemon, I'll crank this out in like 4 days. Judging by the aforementioned oneshots, which are on like 4000 words each in the past week, I have a good shot. But who knows, I'm watching Parks and Recreation S4E12 as I write.

In this one Calypso, a reporter, interviewed the local college football star Percy. Afterwards he asked her to drinks and they ended up back at her place slightly inebriated.

The Latest Scoop - Calypso

Calypso fell back onto her bed, listening to the sound of the duvet rustling before the larger mass of Percy fell over her. He kept his weight off, leaning with his hands on either side of her body as his lips clasped onto hers. Calypso smiled into the kiss, grabbing each side of his head and deepening it, kicking off her black heels and wrapping her slim legs around his back.

The black-haired football star broke the kiss momentarily, reaching down and swiftly unbuttoning her white shirt. He unbuttoned them so fast that to Calypso it felt like he merely tore her shirt open, revealing a model's stomach and a black lacy bra covering her womanly mounds.

Percy grinned and his head lowered again, placing both hands on her black-skirted hips. Percy kissed down her defined neck, trailed along her collarbone down to her cleavage. His lips met her left breast, still covered by her bra, and the young reporter closed her eyes in a moan as he softly nurtured her erect nipple. Intent on greener pastures, Percy continued downwards, kissing her navel and eventually reaching the waist of her pencil skirt.

He sat up on his knees, reaching for the hem of his shirt before pulling it up over his head. The timeless beauty smirked as the sports star with the surfer's body revealed such to her. Her caramel hair sprawled out on the bed behind her as her shirt remained on her, yet unbuttoned. Her legs came to rest on either side of him, her knees bent up in the air with her feet planted on the bed.

Percy slid back until he wasn't even on the bed anymore, rather on her knees on the ground. His hands slid the black pencil skirt up until her thighs were fully revealed. The skirt now only covered her ass and pussy, that sweet pantie-covered pussy that Percy sought.

He reached up to her waist under the skirt and grabbed the lining of her black lacy underwear, equal in design and material to her bra, and after hooking his thumbs in it he began to pull it down. Her panties slid off effortlessly, and she briefly raised her feet up so he could remove them from her legs, before they went back to resting on the bed.

Calypso looked up at the ceiling, not even thinking of her ex, Hermes, just waiting for the cunnilingus she so desperately needed. It came better than she was hoping, as Percy aggressively struck her core with his tongue.

The feel of his hot, saliva-ridden tongue piercing her walls made Calypso shudder, and indeed her knees bent inwards towards each other like a tent over the kneeling Percy's head. Percy proved himself an oral savant as his tongue rubbed against her needy lips repeatedly.

"Mm, Percy, right theeere." She moaned, grinding her hips against his face in an ecstasy-driven aversion of staying still. She resisted the urge to grab his head or wrap her legs around his neck to force him to go deeper. She lay like a queen, relaxing while she was pleasured by a local gladiator on bended knee.

Her fingers raked through her caramel hair, which was no longer styled and neat for the cameras. Instead it was messy, sprawled out all over the bed, ready to look like she'd just had sex. Her dark eyes were closed, immersing herself in the prods and strokes of a talented tongue against her nether regions.

A few minutes in and Calypso had already cum twice, to which Percy dutifully lapped up her juices like an obedient puppy and went back to work. His mouth began kissing her lips, giving credit to the term 'eating her out'. His hands rested on either of her creamy, fit thighs, stroking them, tantalizingly distant from her waiting, shapely, desperate ass.

She moaned, her voice turning a higher pitch due to the pleasure, and her toes curled against the edge of the bed like she was gripping it with her feet. Every movement of his tongue was calculated, designed to hit the right spots at the right angles, speeds and coarseness to induce maximum pleasure. So soon after coming out of a relationship, Calypso had forgotten what passionate cunnilingus felt like.

She had a finger to the corner of her mouth like she was on the edge of collapsing, raising her hips off the bed to make him go deeper. This close to finishing, Calypso could tell it would be her biggest orgasm of the night. "More. Close." She gasped, on the verge of flooding.

The entry of Percy's index and middle finger was the crushing blow to any resistance. Juices flowed out into Percy's mouth and all over his fingers, coming not in strands as cum did but like a growing puddle leaking out for him to drink up. She tasted like honey, and Percy couldn't help but enjoy Calypso's nectar.

When she was drunk dry, Percy got back up on the bed above her and brought his fingers to her lips. Calypso smiled like a drunk girl on a 21st birthday before latching her lips around his fingers. She tasted surprisingly good, and she was sure to clean her lover's fingers off before sitting up.

Calypso looked over her shoulder at Percy, who was laying on his left elbow, and smirked. "I suppose I should return the favor." She said slyly. Not one to argue, Percy sat further up on the bed, still shirtless, and watched as Calypso traveled the opposite way.

She brought her left knee over his legs until she was straddling his knees, which he could feel pressed up against her naked pussy. Her black pencil skirt was now ridden up past her thighs, about in line with her pussy itself. Her slim legs ran down parallel to his own, and as she reached up to throw her caramel hair back, her skinny torso and the underside of her bare arms next to her black lacy bra could be seen through her unbuttoned dress shirt.

Calypso winked at him like a minx, smirking so that only a few teeth were showing, before she leaned forward as though to pray. Instead, with her skirt-covered ass pointing in the air doggy-style, she looked down and began to unbuckle his belt.

Percy had to lift his hips slightly so she could pull the belt from the loops, at which point his jeans-covered groin made contact with her face. Calypso flinched from the impact but smirked at his nevertheless. "Hold your horses, cowpoke, I'm getting there." She laughed, a laugh which made Percy inherently happy.

As Percy had done with her thong, her fingers hooked into the waistband of his jeans and tugged them down, with Percy helping her slightly. As she went, she'd also taken his briefs with them, so his cock sprung up eagerly once uncovered.

Calypso was most certainly pleased, since his cock was definitely suitable for the kind of frustration she was feeling. She couldn't estimate its size in inches, but he was bigger than her ex Hermes, and he was bigger than her other exes, Francis and Odysseus too.

Calypso managed to wrangle his black jeans completely off of him, leaving a naked Percy underneath her, erect as a skyscraper and ready for that return of favors she promised. Calypso was nothing if not happy to comply.

Her small, delicate hand wrapped around his shaft, delighting both of them at the feel. Her cold hands felt amazing on his cock, and his cock felt strong and wide, exactly what she wanted. Almost like she was shy, Calypso stared with nervous apprehension as she stroked him up and down, laying on her elbow across his thighs.

Her caramel hair fell next to her, and the reporter looked up at him while she continuously jerked him off. Percy couldn't bring himself to look away, staring as she gave him a handjob while happily delivering that sly, knowingly slutty smirk the entire time.

Eventually, Calypso felt she shouldn't torture the star runnung back anymore, and leaning down until her head was 90 degrees compared to him cock, she pressed her sideways lips against his shaft. Blowing him like a flute, Calypso closed her eyes while Percy reveled in the feel of her lips.

She hummed in appreciation for his dick, sending vibrations through it that only pleasured Percy even more. Calypso straightened herself so her head was upright in comparison to his, though she still lay on her elbow. Her mouth traveled up above his towering cock, and after stalling a moment to let her hot breath provide a snowfall of anticipatory pleasure, she wrapped her lips around his head.

Percy now couldn't help but throw his head back at the feel of her mouth encompassing his cockhead. Her eyes were closed again in concentration, taking a moment to feel and taste him with her oral senses, before any movement began again in earnest.

She began sinking lower, consequently taking more of him into her mouth. She managed to accommodate, and soon the reporter had half of him encased in her talented mouth. Unable to sustain this, she brought herself back up until she had disconnected for breath, bridging the gap by jerking him off - her spit now acting as lubrication.

She wasted no time in descending to familiar depths again, moaning feminitely around his cock while he moaned more masculinely up near the pillows at the feel of her mouth. It wasn't Calypso first time having sex since the breakup, but it was the first blowjob, so she was taking steps to get used to the feeling and techniques she used to utilize.

Every time she moaned he gained even more pleasure, so she made sure to do it as much as possible while going down on the football star. People who had watched the news that night likely would have had no clue that the reporter and the football player she was interviewing would, just a few hours later, be in her apartment with the music turned up going at it like they would soon be.

Calypso brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear, opening her eyes to look up at him while she bobbed her head. Seeing this, Percy grinned and reached over to place a hand on the back of her head, guiding her like a common whore giving head in the front seat of a car.

Calypso didn't mind the assistance, and she merely closed her eyes and went back to sucking him off, occasionally needing to break off and stroke him for a bit while she regained her breath. She was going so deep now that his cockhead was past her uvula, and his shaft was snaking further down her throat with every descent.

Eventually her expertise at blowjobs began to pay off, and Percy let go of her head to rest on both elbows. "Shit, I'm gonna cum soon." He warned the reporter, who opened her eyes and looked at him while consciously continuing with her sucking.

Percy, understanding she wanted his load down her throat, sat back like a god and took it while she blew him. The head she was giving him was doing wonders, and within only a minute of the warning he found himself on the precipice. "Now." He warned.

Calypso triggered it with a flick to his tip with her tongue, quickly wrapping her lips around the head as his seed began to spew. Like a volcano it erupted, either flowing down and being caught against her lips or explosively shooting in strands against the back of her throat, almost making the girl choke. She persisted, grabbing hold of his exposed shaft and stroking while her mouth remained sealed around the base of his head, milking him for all he was worth.

The orgasm began to die down, and Calypso found herself with a mouth full of cum. Swallowing, she basked in the salty taste of his semen, noting how he actually tasted pretty good. Must've been a fan of pineapple.

She dislocated her lips from his head and sat up, the sides of her unbuttoned shirt seeming to float around her as she moved. Resting on her knees at the end of the bed, Calypso brought her hands up and brushed her hair behind her back, sexily exposing her body once again.

She was suddenly tackled by a strong arm and brought to her back on the bed. In a sense of déjà vu, she found herself laying with Percy on top of her, kissing her deeply after their shared oral sex. Speaking of oral sex. "Ready for the main course?" Percy asked, hiking her skirt up once again with his thumbs, only now he was naked and his cock seemed already rearmed and primed for action.

Calypso grinned and nodded, closing her eyes and feeling as he slammed into her tight wet pussy. The reporter screamed, her voice drowned out by the music so the neighbors wouldn't hear, and her fingernails clawed Percy's back as she accustomed herself to the feeling.

It was hard though, as Percy's hardness was constantly manipulating said feeling by pumping in and out slowly. Feeling himself inserted to her like a snake in the hole, Percy intended on using this delicate pussy to its full potential.

Calypso stared at her ceiling over his shoulder as the bed squeaked, rocking back and forth with their frantic fucking. She felt like she was losing her virginity all over again; it was certainly the most passionate sex she'd had in a long time.

Her agile and energetic legs hooked themselves around his tanned, strong back, pulling him closer as Percy continued thrusting in and out. He had his hands on either side of her head like he was ready to do push ups, and her legs tightening against his back only helped him to pump his hips up and down.

"Right there, Percy. Yes, babe. Right there." Calypso moaned, loving this sexual relief she so desperately needed. The girl returned to passionate kissing with her lover, making out with him while her lower body took his horse cock like a champ.

"How are you so fucking tight?" Percy asked the twenty three year old. Calypso grinned at the compliment and wrapped her arms around his neck, answering via resuming the passionate kissing. Percy was struggling to double-task both kissing and fucking her.

The sides of her white office shirt lay on the bed now while her back arched, raised off the bed a good inch of two. The shirt now fitted her more like a sleeved cape than anything, and the way she postured her slim, fit and all round sexy torso just pronounced her breasts even more as they reached out longingly for the abs and pecs above them.

Only when Percy took long strokes into her could his cock be seen, with her black pencil skirt doing much to hide it. They didn't yet go at it like animals, rather the way he was fucking her was passionate, a nice change of pace for Calypso. She needed a real, passionate and emotion-fueled love making rather than her typical seven drinks deep one night stand of a fuck.

Leaning his head down, Percy attacked her neck and collarbone, sure to leave hickies the next day. Calypso would have to remember to apply some sort of covering before work tomorrow night. His mouth traveled down, and his teeth began playing with the rim of her bra's left cup. "Why are these still covered?" He wondered aloud, clearly suggesting something.

Calypso shuddered as a third orgasm was triggered. She was a cum machine, so this didn't surprise her. It took very little to arouse the reporter, and even less to satisfy her, so when Percy came in armed with this, the night became a whole lot more fun than she could have asked for.

Still, though she was thoroughly enjoying this passionate affair of casual missionary lovemaking, she wanted to make the most out of what she had with this stud, just in case he decided for the both of them that it was a one night stand after all. "You get me on my knees and free 'em, I might let you fuck 'em." She offered with a smirk, keen to try something she'd only done a couple other times before.

Percy needed no further explanation. Calypso felt herself lifted up underneath her back and legs like a bride before she was lowered onto her knees on the wooden apartment floor. She flicked her hair back as Percy stood up in front of her, awaiting her promised titjob.

Not one to renege on promises, Calypso brought her hands behind her back and began unhooking her black bra. The lacy undergarment came off exposing two model breasts equal in skin tone to the rest of her body. Her pink nipples were hard by now and they were just the right amount of perky that he could fit his cock in between them, but not too perky that it became distracting.

Percy sought to test the theory of whether he would fit by approaching his cock towards her, letting Calypso take a hint. Sitting there on her knees in a black pencil skirt with only a white office shirt and no underwear, Calypso got said hint.

She grabbed a hold of his cock, once more flaring it up with excitement at her touch, before bringing it to press up against her chest in the valley between each tit. She got started by merely rubbing it up against her, letting his cockhead hit her throat and rub against her collarbone while she smiled at him and moaned lightly.

Once she felt it was wedged well enough she was able to let go, allowing her tits to take over. However, while this did mean his tip was no longer hitting her throat, she made sure it was still just as stimulated by working her back into it, almost like she was grinding onto thin air.

Percy groaned, looking upwards as the sexy reporter from the news gave him a titjob in her work clothes. Calypso looked down but when she did he slipped out from the grasp of her breasts, so she reinserted him and continued staring into his eyes and making sultry faces.

She was leaning forward on her hands like a leapfrog, arching her back repeatedly so her tits themselves were jerking him off. His hand came down and took gentle hold of the side of her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb like she was a pet.

Fresh off the previous round of missionary, Percy could feel himself on the verge of busting it again. "Keep that up and I'm about to paint your face white." He warned her. Hearing this and not sure if she could properly bring him to fulfillment on just her tits alone - plus she was getting really tired from this workout - Calypso altered her methodology.

She released him from the grasp of her high C cup and brought out Ol' Reliable - she began jerking him off. Her small hand did wonders to work Percy's much larger cock, and occasionally she'd even add her mouth to the equation. Percy didn't last as long this time, and within only a couple of minutes he was once again shooting ropes down her throat.

Calypso paused for a while to swallow and suckle, which let Percy regain some stamina in the meantime. They both had an idea for what position next. Percy personally wanted to see her bent over as he fucked her from behind while Calypso wanted to whip out her trusty cowgirl hat and ride him as such.

Unafraid to voice their opinions, Percy and Calypso came to a compromise. "Turn around, I wanna do you from behind." He told her bluntly, to which Calypso laughed.

"Fine, but I'm riding you afterwards." She smiled, standing up and pulling off her unbuttoned shirt. Her bare body was sexy enough, but the image was fully completed when she hooked her thumb in the sides of the skirt and wiggled that down, leaving herself as bare as him.

With her now naked before him in a mold that would fit a model, Calypso climbed up onto the bed next to him. Resting on her knees, she brushed her caramel hair behind her ears before scooting up towards the end of the bed a bit more before bending over to rest on her palms.

This left Percy behind her with an enticing view of not only her dripping pink pussh lips, but also of her untouched asshole calling out to him. Percy almost got lost just stroking himself while sitting there staring, but thankfully not long enough for it to get weird before he remembered what he wanted to do.

"What're your thoughts on anal?" Percy asked, always having loved the practice as long as it was clean. He'd done anal with the tightest girl ever, a quiet one from his English class named Bianca. Calypso's looked tight too, and it was a feeling he'd love to retrieve.

Calypso arched her back more comfortably and brushed hair out of her eyes with her fingers. She looked as casual as if this were just like putting on makeup. "Eh, you can if you want, but maybe just go normal for a minute or so first. I feel like we're both not lubed enough for it to be good yet." She told him.

Calypso had done anal before, but not in a few years. Hermes was never into the idea of his cock in an asshole, and the last time she'd done it was in Mallorca where she hooked up with a supermodel-tier guy she'd met on the beach. Anal felt weird, but anal with an oversized cock was something beyond what humans were meant to feel, and Percy had a pretty long cock.

Percy obliged her and firstly lined his dick up with her waiting pussy lips. They were well beyond the point of foreplay and teasing, so Percy just slammed in. In response, Calypso pushed her face down into the blanket, not to mask the scream so much as to just prevent her screaming altogether.

Like a warrior claiming a whore he began hammering away, loving the sound of her asscheeks clapping as he rammed up against them repeatedly. He clenched his teeth and focused his eyes completely on her ass, occasionally diverting to look at her arched back and her caramel hair bouncing with every thrust.

Calypso had the lower half of her face buried in the pillow while her eyes remained free. Since she didn't have the strength to look around like she was bored what with the pipe being run through her every second, she settled for staring straight ahead at the mirror on her dresser in front.

It was a good view, she had to be honest. She was bent completely forward with the pillows covering her moaning mouth and her free tits. Her ass stuck up higher than her head, being pushed forward over and over again while the rest of her body remained somewhat still since it was against her pillows.

Behind her the mirror showed Percy looking quite tall considering he was on his knees looking down at her ass while he fucked her from behind. The light bulb shined well on his tan body, giving it a more golden appearance. His bone necklace glistened with sweat as it rubbed up against his pecs, and his tight abs flexed with every fuck he delivered.

"This is what I wanted to see." He commented, and she could see him grin through the mirror before his hand raised up to chest level and cupped slightly before dropping down sharply on her right cheek. Calypso yelped and felt like she almost sprawled out from the jumpscare of a spank, but after registering what had happened realized she couldn't complain.

Percy looked at the back of her head and saw she wasn't complaining, then followed his gaze up to the mirror where he could see her watching herself get fucked from behind like it was a live sex tape. He saw the flustered and tired look she had in her eyes from the pounding and decided to try that again. His left hand came down on her left asscheek this time, and instead of just a yelp it ended up becoming a moan towards the end, a bit guttural since her neck was pointed up in doggy style to look forward.

"Yeah, I bet you like that, don't you?" He spanked her again. "You like being spanked? Hm? Like me spanking your ass like a bad girl while I fuck you into the bed?" He talked dirty, taking on a domineering persona since he deduced that's what she liked, at least in doggy style.

Calypso moaned in joy with each clap from his hand to her flesh. "Ye-es!" She replied, encouraging him to spank her further. He did so, and Calypso clenched slightly as she felt an orgasm flush over her. She could feel herself cum all over his cock, which still proceeded to slam in and out of her like nothing happened. The more she came however, Percy realized, and she slowed his assault.

"Guess we've got lube now." He remarked, slowly pulling himself out of her gushing pussy. Calypso braced herself as she could feel his heat close to her asshole, knowing what was coming next.

Percy mercilessly buried himself in her backdoor, his mouth forming an 'o' as it swallowed him tight. Calypso screamed, thankfully drowned out by the music they'd had the foresight to put on beforehand.

He wasted no time in pounding away at her. Even though he had only changed holes, fucking her from behind now felt entirely different. It was like he was pushing against the current now, and every slap of his waist and balls against her red ass felt worth more, and the clap of her ass cheeks was something more worth savoring.

Calypso's voice was more guttural now as she moaned. Her head was resting against the pillows and Percy found it hard to believe she was comfortable in the position she knelt. Perhaps she wasn't, because he moans seemed to be half-whimpers.

He tugged on her hair a bit and her head was brought up and turned to the side. He could see the left profile of her now. Her eyes were as red as those of someone who had been crying all day or someone with the flu. Her eyelids were drooped in a mixture of lust and pleasure and her cute lips pouted in the o-shape he had had when he first entered her ass.

Anal was one thing, but a horse cock in there was an entirely new element of sex to Calypso. Her toes curled as he stretched her out, reaching in so far she was worried he was gonna reach some kind of barrier. Sure anal was pleasurable but she wasn't so sure about if he reached her intestines.

He grabbed her chin as she looked back and pulled her head up so it was facing the ceiling. As her head was twisted left she could just see the side of his body as he thrust in and out. She felt his lips on the other side of her neck as he reached around to kiss it, still holding her chin up. She was basically leaning back against him now, being made to bounce slightly as her ass slid up and down his pole.

The treatment earned soft but sexy moans from the reporter. "Keep going." She encouraged, desperate to feel him use her as a cock sleeve for as long as he could last. Her feet linked behind his legs, intertwining them even further.

He pulled even harder, resting his chin on the right side of her neck comfortably. Well, comfortably for him, not for her as he miraculously kept fucking in this position. "Keep going what?" He demanded.

Calypso whimpered. "Keep going please?" She asked, hoping the magic word was the usual one.

He lightly slapped her on the left side of the face, as if to wake her. "Keep going, please, master. When I fuck your ass I am your master, and you are my cumslave." He whispered huskily.

Calypso closed her eyes. God. He was kinky too. She had really hit the jackpot with this one. Thanks to her boss for sending her to report on the local college game, then. "Keep going, please, master." She managed to swallow what little pride would have objected and begged for more, more sex in this erotic position.

Percy suddenly and unexpectedly pulled out and threw her forward onto her stomach, her feet unlinking from behind him as she sprawled out with an 'oof'. She got up on her hands and looked behind her. She looked extremely sexy at that moment. Her usually done-up camera-ready hair was disheveled, covering one of her reddened and tired eyes, which were now wide in surprise and frustration as she was parted from such a great position. She looked like she had just been used as a concubine for eight hours straight, a sight that made Percy proud.

The tanned supermodel moved so he was sitting and leaning back against the pillows and headboard, his cock once again reaching for the roof at the sight of her from the front after she turned to face him. "No, now you'll ride me. Make it worth my while." He demanded, delving into this dominant role not previously seen with their affair.

Calypso sat up on her knees, before crawling towards him slowly. Her breasts hung and tempted Percy to reach out and grab them. He'd save that for the actual ride. The disheveled reporter leaned down and left one long lick from his balls to the tip of his cock, desperate to make this final round as pleasurable as possible for the both of them.

She straddled his waist, resting her legs on either side of his as she lined up his rock hard cock with her still-wet pussy. With it reaching out desperate to penetrate her again Calypso gave in and sunk down onto her lover's cock once again.

The reporter gave a loud and drawn-out moan, letting him fill her up all the way to the hilt, giving her a weird feeling as she was so comfortably filled by his dick. Her hands instinctively came to his shoulders for support, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she struggled to sit properly on top of him.

Percy's right hand came to rest on her well-crafted ass and the other on her right tit, feeling her hardened nipple with his thumb. Calypso grinned down at him and began lifting herself up and down on top of the football star. Her hair began to bounce with her and the girl moaned with her mouth closed as she was repeatedly impaled in her most sensitive region.

She rearranged her hands behind his shoulders as though she was doing pull-ups on a bar and continued bouncing. Her head kicked back and she moaned, closing her eyes and taking in the feeling of being filled directly up over and over again.

Percy was entranced by her bouncing tits as he fondled one of them during the ride. His other hand remained on her ass groping it and assisting in her work by guiding her up and down. The caramel-haired beauty's moans were music to his ears as he sat eye level with her perky tits.

"Baby, ooh baby that feels good. Yes, yes, yes, yes-" Calypso moaned with every bounce, feeling him seemingly hit a dead end with every re-insert. Her thighs unconsciously squeezed him tighter as her body tensed from all the feelings she was experiencing.

Percy continued smacking her ass as she rode him, earning a yelp of pleasure each time he did so. This was their third position of penetration, and he was only a man. The orgasm was coming, he could feel it. It was just a matter of how long he could hold on. The feeling of his cock slamming in and out of her was heavenly, and no doubt if he could help it this would be more than a one night stand.

"I think I'm coming." Percy groaned, holding her tight as her slim and healthy body raised up and down. She really should have progressed into modeling by now, but he supposed reporting and therefore getting on tv everyday was a good start to such a career.

Calypso's riding was alternating between jumping up and down like a pogo-stick to grinding her hips like a latin dancer on him. It was in the latter that she looked down and continued kissing him. "Uh-huh! Do it in me, I've got protection." She promised, only increasing the force and energy with which she fucked herself on his cock.

Percy braced as he could feel his cum shooting out into her waiting pussy, which was accompanied by the sound of her moaning sultrily and three raps of knocking on wood. Calypso yelped as the bedroom door opened and a head of black hair and tan skin took a couple seconds to peek in. "Caly? I got that prescription but you never picked it up? Thought I'd drop it off and check on- holy shit."

Calypso's eyes were wide as she held the sheets up to cover her tits. "Leo! Get out!" She screamed, perhaps too harshly. The guy already looked devastated at what he'd stumbled in on. He only looked more hurt as she yelled at him, and shut the door without further word. A few seconds later they could hear the front door of the apartment slam shut.

Percy looked at Calypso very worried. "Was... that your boyfriend?" He asked, seriously hoping he didn't just ruin a relationship by banging the reporter that interviewed him on the news.

Calypso sighed, reaching over and grabbing some tissues since by having her prematurely get off him Percy had leaked a bit onto her sheets. She handed them to him so he could clean himself up and shook her head. "No. I broke up with my boyfriend a couple weeks ago. Leo's just a friend... who I think wants to be more." She explained with some hesitancy and sadness.

Percy grimaced while he wiped himself down and then quickly got up to put on his briefs and get Calypso her bra and panties, as well as to dunk the tissues in her desk's rubbish bin. "Shit. I'm sorry about that. Did you want me to go?" He asked, not really sure how to proceed from there. He'd never really got in between two people before.

Calypso's slender legs appeared above the sheets as she kicked them up to slip her black lace panties back on while Percy covered his privates by putting on some gray underwear. "I mean... if you want. Could also get back into bed and forget about it with a movie, if the mood's not ruined." She smiled, clipping her bra over her C cup breasts.

Percy grinned and grabbed the remote from the desk, tossing it to her before sliding back into bed. In what seemed to be turning into more than a one night stand, Calypso lay her head on his chest as she opened up Netflix and began scrolling through the shitty catalog presented to her.

So at the start of this I said hopefully I finish this lemon as fast as the Persephone one. That was in July, when I started this doc. Safe to say it took longer than I expected. But to be fair, everything up to the cowgirl was written in July, the cowgirl was written in less than an hour while watching some 1883. What should the next lemon be? I like Calypso, so no doubt she'll be back in the future. Thinking of maybe trying Thalia or someone like that. Also considering trying an ASOIAF lemon story but who knows with that one. Anyway, Merry Christmas y'all and Happy New Years (aka my girlfriend and little sister's birthdays).

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