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    Thetis anointed Semele now with oil of orange blossom, warming it in her
hands, so that the sweet scent began to fill the room. She kneaded thighs and belly,
and then satin spheres, oil glistening. Here she lingered, taking delight in
the ample curve beneath her palm, squeezing and stroking, and teasing the
nipple between thumb and forefinger. Thetis reached down to the precipice of Semele’s secret garden, cupping its warmth. The maiden
parted her legs, rocking against the pressure of Thetis’ touch.

 
    The sea nymph moved her other
hand to Semele’s buttocks, massaging and caressing,
reaching every crevice, leaving her hand between the cleft while she stole
another kiss. The amour of the embrace inspired the dusky princess to wrap her
leg about Thetis, exposing the velvet flesh of her under thigh to butterfly
touches.

 
    The pair drank deeply of one
another, until they fell upon the waiting bed, their legs entwined. They
wrapped their fingers in each other’s hair and Semele’s kisses travelled at last to the rosy grotto of pleasure between the pale thighs
of Thetis.

 
    MacCaulay’s lips parted, seeing Mademoiselle’s legs open,
revealing her centre , plump and pink, like that of a
fig, awaiting exploration. Semele’s tongue probed
Thetis’ fruit, licked and sucked, until the sea nymph tossed upon a sea of
passion, the waves mounting within her.

 
    Her head cast back, auburn
locks all-tumbled, her face showed only delicious delight. A rush of tenderness
came upon MacCaulay , watching Mademoiselle’s mouth
open in ecstasy, thinking of how he would love to place his lips upon hers.

 
    Writhing now, her pearly
teeth biting against her lip in concentration, her flower exploded within her,
bringing forth sweet nectar. Semele’s luscious kisses
had taken Thetis to the heart of Paradise.

 
    As the two lay resplendent, the
drapes parted to reveal Zeus: a young man MacCaulay recognized at once as their newest member. Aged just 20, he rowed for Oxford,
giving him a physique more muscular than was usual for his years. His angelic
face framed with curls of blonde, he presented himself as suitably god-like.

 
    The two beauties upon the bed
welcomed him with arms open, drawing him to them, opening their thighs so that
he might lie easily between them. In turn they received his kisses, upon
breasts and belly, and gave kisses in return. His skin tingled at their touch: their
elegant hands stroking his strong limbs, and the hardness of his buttocks and
mighty staff.

 
    Zeus’ caresses became more
urgent, his hands grasping the plump and shapely bottom of Semele ,
so that he might impale her with his divine spear.   She met his long strokes with her own
dance of joy, her hips rising to meet each thrust, until the Theban princess
cried out in delight, her legs clinging about his and her back stretching in
pleasure. Zeus’ seed travelled deep, sent on its way with each throbbing pulse,
his sword buried to its hilt.

 
    Thetis was now hungry for her
turn with the king of the gods, kissing his member back to life, so that Zeus
might mount her with the same ardour . Placing her
astride his lap, the divinity suckled like a babe at her ample breasts. Firm
and pert, with nipples upcast , he took his fill of
them, so that Thetis’ shrine ached to feel his thunderbolt within her. Clasping
her slender waist, he guided her upon him, exulting in the delight with which
she shared her flesh.

 
    Her belly undulated as she encircled
him, wishing to bring him to the place of elation she was fast approaching.
Zeus bit down upon her breast as his juices sprung forth, his crescendo watering
the fertile soil of the sea nymph, and inspiring her own song of jubilation.

 
    They fell now, entwined, with Semele joining them in their slumber, her dainty legs
about those of golden Zeus, and her breasts pressed lovingly at his back. Like a
painting by Titian come to life, the three curved their bodies one about the
other,