Ares arrives.

"Now now ladies, I'm more than capable of climbing into a bath myself." Joxer spluttered as he surfaced, wiping water from his eyes. "Now, wheres the soap?"

Suddenly he noticed that Xena and Gabrielle, the girl of his (wet) dreams were staring hungrily down at his submerged crotch. As if sensing the interest his huge cock began to lengthen and stiffen, breaking the surface of the water and standing proudly to attention. "Oh? OH!" he exclaimed. Gabrielle leaned back against the rim of the pool and let her lower body float to the surface with her legs to either side of Joxer's hips.

As Joxer stared transfixed at the strawberry blonde quim that floated less than two feet in front of him he didn't even notice Xena pouring a generous amount of bath oil into her cupped hand, not until she waded to his side and began to liberally coat his dick with the slippery liquid. As she did so the fleshy rod seemed to harden still further, shining with a oily sheen not unlike her freshly polished sword.

"Take it real slow Joxer." Xena instructed, "Gabrielle has a really tight pussy, if you rush it you'll hurt her."

"Fear not my lusty maidens, " he smiled finally getting the measure of the situation, "This is one weapon I AM an expert with!".

Joxer edged forward as Xena parted Garielles lips and smeared the remaining oil around the entrance to her pussy. Keeping the little bard stretched open with one hand Xena gripped Joxer's member with the other and guided the purple helmeted monster forward till the bulbous tip was pushing against the exposed inner folds of Gabrielles vagina. Joxer began to slowly rock his hips and exert pressure against the tight entrance, her outer lips bulging and stretching as the slippery cock head began to push it's way inside. Xena lightly brushed Gabrielle's clit with her fingertips, arousing her friend and helping her to relax. As she did so Joxer's thick penis sank about three inches into her hot pussy.

Meanwhile on the roof Callisto stared down mesmerised at the scene below. Unbidden her hand slid under her leather skirt and her fingers began to rub against dampening patch on her leather panties.

"Oh tut tut!" A voice whispered in her ear.

Callisto looked round to find Ares the god of war, crouching behind her. He leaned across her to get a look through the gap at the bathhouse below and gave a low whistle when he saw what was occurring.

"My oh my!" he commented, "Who would have thought Joxer could handle a weapon that size so expertly. The man's almost hung like a god." he continued. "Please note I did say almost!"

"Never mind that." Callisto snapped, rather pissed off at being interrupted mid-wank, "This has given me an idea, I have a cunning plan!"