It was two months after I joined the barracks that I was invited to Paideian's farm. He was not yet 30 so was not allowed to live with his wife. It was unusual for a man to marry at 25, but he did.

"I have seen you on the drill field." Phoebe welcomed me. 

"I do my training."

"My husband tells me you are the best in the intake. It is right to be modest, but you should always be honest."

"Lady, I am always honest!" I defended myself. 

"I didn't mean to offend. Simply that I admire your skills."

"Let us have dinner." Paideian suggested changing the subject. 

We had dinner, afterwards Phoebe had entertainment planned. 

"Husband, Hera's father made your spear. Now she has expressed an interest in your other spear." Phoebe informed her husband. 

Hera dropped her dress, and now I realised why a Perioeci was a guest in a Spartan house. 

"Since my husband is busy, will you entertain me?" Phoebe asked me.

I had only known the company of men to that point. Naturally I knew the female form but it was forbidden for women to couple with men before they were married and once married most women only took lovers with their husband's blessing.

To put it simply I was not sure what to do. I knew she wanted fucking and I knew how but getting to the point of insertion was a mystery to me. Phoebe proved to be a good teacher. 

Hera helped Paideian with his clothing and kissed him.

I stepped close to Phoebe and remembered the night by the river bank when women demonstrated what pleased them. I loosened my clothes and let it fall. 

The four of us were on the bed and I watched the other couple start. I felt Phoebe's body. It was surprisingly soft, the muscles were firm from her training but she was still soft, especially her breasts. Her breasts were not solid muscle. I knew she, like all Spartan women, trained with a shield and spear, but her breasts were soft. I spent time enjoying the form of her breast. Soon I forgot about the other couple. 

Phoebe began to hold my cock and I moved my hand to her pussy wondering what it would feel like. It was wet with folds of flesh. Nothing like a man's ass. I searched for her ass.

"No, not there." She insisted. 

I returned to her pussy. As I explored the new land she kissed me. I enjoyed her lips and the depths of her pussy. Then I discovered just above the hot wet hole a lump. As my finger discovered its secrets Phoebe gasped. Her body contorted. 

I thought I had hurt her. "Sorry."

"Don't stop." 

I went back to rubbing her strange fleshy lump and she kissed me holding my hand to her pussy. She came. 

She pushed me on my back and lowered herself onto my cock. It was nothing like a man's ass. She bounced on me and I filled her. 

My cock was hard, she was my first pussy. I looked at Hera. I wanted more. In the barracks when I had a man it was enough, but pussy just made me want more.

Phoebe must have known what I was thinking. "Hera, if my husband has had enough of you, Aias wants more."

Phoebe was right. I promised a gift of laurels to Apollo if she offered herself. Hera was willing and held out her hand. Her pussy was even wider than Phoebe's. I pumped her pussy and the gift just left made fucking her even better than Phoebe. This woman was only named after the Queen of the Gods but fucking the Goddess Hera herself could not have been better. I banged away, pumping spunk from her over my balls which then slapped with a gratifying wet sound against her. She came but I was too excited to stop, I flowed into her, still I did not stop till I came again. 

"Husband, please bring Aias again." Phoebe asked her husband as we left for the barracks. 

"You may depend on it."

"May Apollo watch over you both." Hera prayed, bidding us farewell. That reminded me of my promise to Apollo.