Part 2: Growing The Tribe
Chapter 8: Pizza Has Consequences
Taylor is happy to see me. Very happy. He even said so. He said “Tethys, I’m happy to see you!” I already knew it wasn’t a banana in his pocket. He’s not wearing a pocket. I’ve trained him well. When we’re together at home, whether my home or his, if it’s at all possible, there are no clothes being worn. I’ve never been a fan of clothing, my parents could not figure out how someone who wanted to draw and paint all the time could be so decidedly non-artistic when it came to choosing outfits. I had no sense of style or design, a fashion plate I was and am not. But actual nudism was not on my radar until much later. The first time I visited Hippie Hollow, with a date who was soon mercifully forgotten, I felt as if I’d entered a whole new world. The guy may have been a jerk, but I’ll always be grateful for the event and what it led to. Nude sunbathing was the first revelation, meeting Carl there was the second, and experiencing his total immersion into a nudist way of life was the deciding point. I was all in quickly, and by the time I met Taylor, my attitude was “you can have me or you can have clothes, but not both.”
Fortunately for both of us, Taylor has no special attachment to his wardrobe, and he’s one of those special guys who looks spectacular naked. When he’s happy to see me, it shows on more than just his face. It’s a truly beautiful sight.
I’ll never give up Carl, but I won’t give up Taylor either. I love them both, and while they’re very different in many ways, they both inspire raw sexual excitement in me. They both support and encourage me, and make me feel like my overactive and always exploratory libido is a valuable part of my character. I feel accepted, respected, desired, and loved by both of them, and I return those feelings happily. The lack of jealousy between them is a tremendous comfort.
As high as my libido is, and as much time as I spend fucking, I have a somewhat on-again off-again relationship with foreplay. Especially now that I’ve added women to my repertoire, with Sonia, Joanne, and Hera, I feel like I need less of it from men. When I’m with a woman, it’s almost all what I’d normally think of as foreplay. When I’m in a group, it’s part of the fun and sharing with others. But when it’s just Taylor or Carl and me, I find more and more that I want the preliminaries over quickly. I’ll do a bit of kissing, a bit of caressing, a bit of cock-sucking and ball-licking, but once my own juices are flowing, which happens pretty quickly, I want to be filled. Once that big cock is stuffed inside of me, I’m in no hurry. I get wet quickly just at the thought of Taylor’s wide, flat flight deck of a cock, and those eyes, those eyes always steal both my heart and my desire. I push him down on the bed and suck his cock for a few minutes, just because I enjoy it. When I’m ready, I climb on top, straddle his hips, and lower myself onto that wonderful shaft.
Taylor has the laudable skill of being able to control his orgasm – not to the seemingly effortless extent that Joe does, but well enough that, as long as I control my own movements, which being on top allows me to do, we can not only last a long time, but we can hold meaningful conversations while we fuck. Most people might respond with “why?” to this detail, but Taylor and I enjoy it. We may not orgasm while we talk (although occasionally I still do), but the pleasure is intense, and it continues as long as we want it. I’ve had several excellent orgasms over the last couple of days, and right now I’m happy just feeling the hot fullness in my cunt that Taylor provides.
“So, I assume you got Hera home safely yesterday,” I begin with just a hint of wickedness in my voice.
Taylor chuckles amid his gasps. “’Safely’ may not be the word I would use,” he answers. “Not for me anyway. That girl is a sexual predator! But I suspect you knew that.”
“Takes one to know one,” I try to keep my tone casual, but my own breath catches as he lifts his hands to my breasts and gently tugs on my brown nipples.
“Well, we both knew, but I think you knew even better than I did. Now we both do. Anyway, we walked inside, shucked our clothes, and she gave me a quick tour. I’m really impressed by her ceramics. She has some amazing stuff there. I’m shocked it’s not all sold. I think we should buy a few pieces.”
“She had my cock clutched in her hand the whole time she was showing me around, and then led me to the bedroom, and just attacked it. I thought she was intense Friday, but she took it to a whole new level. I’m glad you girls shaved me Friday night, because it felt extra sensitive on my bare skin. I was a little worried she’d hurt me at first, but I just had to let myself trust that she wouldn’t. She didn’t, but that level of pleasure can be really close to painful.”
“She had me stand in front of her while she sat on the bed. She tried to deep throat me, but she’d never had a cock as broad as mine before. She was gagging to the point that I was starting to worry, but she didn’t stop. I don’t think she’s had the practice you have, but she’s going to be catching up as soon as she can. She’s one determined woman.”
My rhythm on his cock was slow and deliberate as he spoke. I kept my kegels locked tight as I pulled him with me on the upstroke, and then relaxed them so he could plunge in deep and easy as I lowered myself. He gasped a little at each transition, and so did I, but he kept talking.
‘Then she laid back on the bed, with her legs spread and her knees bent over the edge, and said ‘eat me!’ with the voice of authority. Of course I had to obey. I’m still trying to figure out the best way to handle that clit jewelry, so I experimented a little, and she seemed to enjoy that. So she had this loud, screaming, mewing orgasm, and then, as she was coming down from it, she lifts her head and says perfectly calmly…”
“Hi, Mom!” I interject as I bottom out on his pubis.
“Oh, that’s right,” he chuckles. “You’ve been there done that. I sure wasn’t expecting it, and I felt like I’d explode with shock. I had this cartoon image of myself making a mad dash for my pants and then diving out the back window while they’re still around my ankles. But her mother, Phoebe, right? She comes in like seeing a naked strange man with his tongue in her naked daughter’s pussy is just a normal everyday thing. She introduces herself, and Hera has me stand up and introduce myself. Then she shows my cock off to her mother, who just sits down casually and smiles.
“It was surreal. She’s pulling and pushing my cock this way and that to give her Mom a better view, and they’re discussing all of its features like it’s a used car. I still didn’t know what to think. Hera’s Mom was making comments like ‘It’s such an unusual shaft. It must be a unique sensation inside you. Be glad Tethys is letting you borrow it!’”
“Well, it’s not really up to me,” I laugh, giving my hips a little side-to-side waggle. “But if it was, then of course I’d loan you out to deserving applicants. It’s nice to get credit and gratitude, though!” Taylor groans, and I clamp down harder on his shaft. It’s not just the heat the turns me on, but feeling his pulse pounding across my kegels is hugely exciting. It’s a strong and rapid pulse, sometimes I like to sit still on top of him for a while just to savor the feeling and to count the beats. Not now, though. I want him to keep talking, and keep twitching. The tale is adding to the pleasurable sensations.
“So here I am standing with my cock at her Mom’s face level, and then Hera slides off the bed and kneels in front of me, with her mother leaning forward just a couple of inches away. Hera starts sucking and slurping and drooling all over my cock, one of the loudest blowjobs I’ve ever had.”
I’m imagining the scene with my mind’s eye, and my pace on Taylor’s cock picks up involuntarily. I would have loved to be a fly on the wall.
“Phoebe is cooing, and oohing, and telling Hera how beautiful she is, and what a beautiful man I am, she’s got one hand stroking the back of Hera’s head while she bobs up and down on me, and the other hand stroking my ass. Hera couldn’t take me as deep as you do, but she had plenty of enthusiasm.”
“She just needs practice, she’ll get there,” I pant. “God I want to see you two go at it again. I love watching you fuck her, and I’ll help teach her how to suck you properly. Damn, this is hot!” I’m leaning low over him now, my lips very close to his, his fingers still kneading and tugging at my nipples. I can feel his breath as he continues.
“Her mother keeps talking, how beautiful we are, how pleased the Goddess is by all this, how we’re making the Earth a more sacred and erotic place. I wasn’t prepared for the effect all that had on me, I was getting very close to letting go. Then Hera popped her mouth off of me, and pointed my cock right at her mother and invited her to suck it. Phoebe made a couple of stutters, and then said, ‘ok, just a little taste.’ I was almost in shock, but it didn’t make it any easier for me to hold back. So she leans forward a little, and Hera holds the shaft while she puts just the head in her mouth and puts a little suction on it. Then she pulls back and says ‘Oh, I’m blessed!’” Taylor chuckles, and then moans. My pace picks up another notch.
“So Hera says, ‘Where would you like him to cum, my mouth, your mouth, or my cunt?’ She smiles and then says ‘Sweetie, you know how the Goddess gives her greatest blessings. He has a wonderful, massive phallus, and it belongs inside your sacred tunnel. Let him flood you with his flowing love offering, and let it fill you to overflowing.’”
“Ooh, how poetic!” I gasp, and I feel that tingle in my loins starting to build. This story is one that’s going to get me off many times from here on out.
“So she stands up, and pushes me back onto the bed, lying on my back, with my legs spread towards her mother. She climbs on top of me and mounts me in reverse cowgirl, leans back, and says ‘grab my tits!’. Of course I do. Her mother grabs my cock and guides it into her cunt as she pushes down on me, and then she starts her wild thrusting and bouncing on me. Phoebe takes her phone out and is snapping closeups, and Hera is chanting ‘fuck-fuck-fuck, oh Mom, watch me fuck, fill this fucking goddess, ram that fucking sacred cock into this holy cunt, oh, holy mother, bless your fucking goddess horny baby girl, oh, fuck Mom, watch me cum!”
The orgasm hits me suddenly, but not quite unexpectedly. I struggle to keep my eyes open and stare into Taylor’s while I cum. He returns my gaze, smiling, under complete control. I wonder, not too seriously, how he can hold back with me fucking him, but lose it so easily to Hera and her Mom. I can hear the squishy, sloppy sounds of my juices squeezing over Taylor’s broad shaft as my sex muscles involuntarily and spasmodically tighten around it.
Taylor gives me another minute to recover, then continues his story. I go back to sliding up and down on his cock.
“She came a couple more times, and her mother kept going on about how beautiful and blessed she is, and taking pictures – I have copies if you want to see them, and I know you do – and finally I couldn’t hold back any more. I came really hard, while Hera screamed and her Mother leaned close between her legs taking phone videos of every pulse. Finally Hera climbed off of me and scooted her crotch over to my mouth, cleaning my cock with her tongue while dripping my own cum back onto my mouth.
“Afterwards, we all went into the kitchen, sat down, me and Hera still naked of course, and still oozing cum down her thighs, not bothering to wipe it off, kind of like you do, and we sat around the table and chatted over coffee like it was the most normal thing in the world.”
I remembered my own, similar experience, from just two days before. Mother and daughter obviously share a sexual agenda.
“Did they ever mention her Dad?” I ask as I keep my rhythm steady on his wide shaft. One of my kinks is to ride a man’s cock while I’m carrying on a casual conversation about something else, the feel of a twitching dick inside my cunt while I’m chatting creates a sensual dissonance that I find irresistible. I can feel myself building towards another orgasm.
“He’s an architect, I think. His name’s Herakles. Supposedly he’s just as approving as Phoebe, but he doesn’t go out of his way to watch.”
“I was starting to think he’s mythical. But I suppose he has his own business,” I muse.
The conversation falters, and while I’m controlling the tempo, I feel Taylor starting to thrust upwards more aggressively on my downstroke. I suddenly become aware of the heady, erotic aroma of our sweat and my dripping cunt, and I breathe deep to bask in it. I imagine what it must be like to have my mother watching me, cheering me on, encouraging my passion. I know what it feels like for my friends to do so. As wonderful as Taylor feels inside me now, if I were sharing this moment with Hera, or Sonia, or Carl, or Henri, or Jo and Joe, it would be even more intense. I know now, that from this point on, I want to fuck as often as possible with the people I love watching me, supporting me, and taking part with me. I will always prefer sex with my tribe together.
I know Taylor’s close, and I’m closing in again myself. I quicken the pace of my hip thrusting, and Taylor responds exactly as I hope he will. As the hot juice fills me, I gasp out loud with still another climax, and Taylor’s moans sound musical to my ears. I immediately imagine what Hera would do, and I follow her lead, pulling off Taylor’s partly softening member, positioning my smooth pussy lips just above his mouth, and taking his organ into my own, licking and slurping the delightful love fluid. Taylor seems used to it by now, and handles it like a pro, taking back nearly all of his semen into the body from which it came.
We cuddle breathlessly for about fifteen minutes, and then we decide to run a few miles. We can shower and cuddle some more when we’re done.
We do a five mile course, taking a little longer than half an hour, each of us carrying a bottle of cold water and the skimpiest outfits we can wear without scandal. It’s midday in the Texas summer heat, and if our sexual eccentricities were not enough to label us as insane, surely this choice of running environment will accomplish it.
We finish without incident, strip off as soon as we get indoors, guzzle some more cold water, and head for the shower. It’s not the most sensual shower we’ve ever experienced, but then, it’s hard enough to keep my hands off of Taylor’s dick during normal circumstances. When I’m in a position to wash it, I’m going to take the time to do it well. It’s enough to bring his erection back, and that’s good enough for now. I don’t want to interfere too much with his recovery time.
Taylor fixes us a light lunch, an egg-tuna salad. Afterwards, we head back to the bedroom, where Taylor hooks his phone up to the big screen on the wall, and plays back the videos and photos, mostly taken by Phoebe, of his adventures with Hera. It’s just like I imagined it would be, pussy-cock closeups, Hera straddling Taylor’s cock, facing his feet, and the camera, his almost freakishly wide shaft pulling apart her dainty cunt-lips as she wiggles and bounces on him, her her shiny clit-ring, her shrill, almost desperate pornographic narrations of her desires and pleasure, and her demands for more, and Phoebe’s warm, mellow voice from behind the camera, encouraging, cheering, flattering, sometimes gasping a little with excitement. It’s capped by a very nice, very closeup cumshot, the twitch of Taylor’s balls as his sperm rushes in to fill Hera, the glistening wetness on his cock suddenly becoming thick and white, dripping onto his pubes, thighs, and down his soaked ballsack. I have to agree with Hera’s Mom, it’s a beautiful view.
It’s an inspiring performance, and between feeling the heat of Taylor’s manhood in my hands and the visual stimulation, I’m wet again, and need to be filled. I’m always amazed by how empty I can feel when there’s a thick cock waiting to respond to me.
“Let’s take this to the couch in the living room,” I suggest. There’s anther big screen in there, and now I want to hook up my own phone. Taylor hasn’t seen the latest Hippie Hollow videos from my adventures with Carl and Sonia and Jo and Joe yet. He sits on the leather couch, and I sit on his lap, both of us facing the screen. He’s still hard enough, and his dick slides into me effortlessly as I sit down on him. God, it feels good, even if we aren’t actively fucking just having him in there is a delight.
I activate the phone, on the screen, and scroll down to the video options I’m looking for. I notice that my storage space is getting tight, I’m going to have to transfer these to a hard drive. We start with the videos that Sonia took from our Saturday morning workout. The first thing on the screen is Carl’s cock slowly withdrawing from my dripping pussy, dripping with the mixed spunk of both Taylor and Carl. I can see my legs quivering as I lean unsteadily on the safety bars of Carl’s power rack. Then we see Sonia’s beatific expression as she slurps the excess coating from Carl’s meat. Back to my cunt, with a few stray drips, and then Sonia sucking those as well, with a generous side dish of clit licking. My hips are spasming uncontrollably.
This is followed by more conservative shots of myself, Sonia and Carl doing our general weight training, if lifting weights nude can be called conservative. This is followed by the main course, Carl fucking me in his standing position, my arms wrapped over his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist, him supporting me with his hands under my ass. I hadn’t realized it looked so spectacular. Later he’s seen doing the same to Sonia at Hippie Hollow, and the camera pans between them and Joe fucking me, as Joanne handles the camera duties.
Taylor hasn’t said much, other than a few appreciative sighs and moans. I have gotten really into it, bouncing on Taylor’s lap and another orgasm to show for it. I enjoy porn in general, but it’s especially good when I’m in it. The thought occurs to me that maybe I should start my own porn channel, and upload my videos to the internet. The idea of millions of people watching me fuck is exciting, and I know Hera at least would agree. Usually it’s the woman who’s afraid of being displayed in public, the fear of slut-shaming is still legitimate and powerful. But lately I’ve become a proud slut, and with the right protection, maybe even a public slut. It’s the protection that might be the problem, though.
“By the way,” I mention after the end of the videos, as I climb off of Taylor. “Sonia is going to hire Carl to be her personal trainer and bodyguard when she’s on tour. She says she can pay him better than the solar installation company.”
“Really?” Taylor is genuinely surprised. “That’ll be great. I think he knows a lot more about training other people than he thinks, and he could probably use the program I wrote for him to take on other clients. He could make a business out of it if he wants to.”
“That’s what he said he wants to do,” I agree. “Sonia says he can use her name to get new clients. Although I think he really only wants to work with naked women.”
“As do we all,” Taylor chuckles.
The afternoon is relatively nonsexual. There’s always a lot to talk about, and Taylor and I both have a lot of individual and nonshared interests. Taylor sits down at his computer to work on a debugging issue with an application he’s modifying at work, and I log into a fine art forum, getting drawn into a thread about oils versus acrylics. I’ve been painting with oil almost exclusively for my entire career, but just this week I’ve decided to make the switch to acrylic, partly inspired by Hera’s work. My current project, the Sea Goddess, may be my last major oil painting. I still have a lot of questions about my reset, and my fellow online artists often have good ideas to pass along.
There are still plenty of breaks to take, Taylor and I both love random affectionate touching, and there’s plenty of that. Rarely do I walk past Taylor without him reaching out to squeeze my ass, cup a breast, or if he wants to feel like a celebrity, he’ll grab me by the pussy. Since he’s a celebrity, I let him do it. There’s plenty of whole-body hugging, too. I love hanging out with him naked. In return, he gets his own share of ass squeezings, some gratuitous shoulder rubs, an occasional testicular caress, and my favorite, to grab his cock with my fingertips just under the base of his glans, and give it a tug. There’s something about the tissues beneath the skin at that spot I find fascinating, whether he’s hard or soft, and I love the feel of it under my fingertips.
The lowering of the sun reminds Taylor that he has some yard work to do in the back. It’s a very small back yard, typical of most recent suburban budget tract homes, but it’s got a nice privacy wall, so we don’t have to get dressed to enjoy it. It’s not much, half of it is a concrete patio, and the rest is a couple of rather lonely looking rose bushes in each far corner, a small lemon tree in the middle, and some clumps of weeds and sage along the base of the privacy wall. It could definitely be improved, but Taylor is so much more geek than gardener I don’t have much hope for it. I also strongly suspect Taylor will be trading up before long, his career is going well, and he can afford much more house than this.
I busy myself pulling weeds while Taylor takes the hose to the plants that need watering. I’m lost in my own thoughts when an icy splash on my back and ass straightens me up with a loud squeal.
“You bastard!” I rage, as Taylor stands there grinning with the hose held at the ready like a threatening weapon. I have to admit that once the initial shock of the water has worn off, it feels really good to be relieved of the hot dry sun.
“I just think you look extra gorgeous naked and wet,” Taylor laughs, as he sends another spray at my front this time. In full berserker mode, I charge him and exact my vengeance, grabbing the hose and twisting it upward, the stream of water spraying in all directions and soaking both of us. The weeding will go unfinished this evening.
We stand dripping on the porch, and I take in Taylor’s full form standing in the late afternoon sunlight. He cuts an admirable figure. Not so massive and defined as Carl, of course, but trim and muscularly lean. Our little tussle has had its desired effect, and his cock is standing tall and wide, shining in the sun. He’s a little pale, I think. Not enough time naked outdoors. But then, he doesn’t have the time or genetics that I do for getting a nice solar glow. I’m sure not going to complain. I reach up and pull his head down towards my lips, as I lean my face up to meet his. Our kiss is long and deep, and my hand instinctively wraps around the hot hard girth, my fingers unable to completely close around it. Just as instinctively I feel his hand cupping my breast, and my knees weaken. Suddenly all our sex from earlier is forgotten, I feel freshly horny, and want him to take me now.
He doesn’t give me the satisfaction. “Hey, are you hungry?” he suddenly pulls his head back and we break lip contact as he asks. “I was thinking of ordering pizza.”
“I like where you’re going with this,” I smile. I know where he’s going with it. Last Tuesday, after the orgy at my apartment, Taylor had spent the night, and we had ordered a pizza delivery. I was feeling extra bold after that adventure, and I’d thought to give the pizza delivery guy a cheap thrill by taking the order in the nude. I had a cheerful vision in my mind of the young, eager face turning to shock at the sight of a naked woman approaching and reaching towards him to grab the pizza box.
The joke was on us, though, because the delivery guy wasn’t. Her name was Megan, she was a beautiful, young, petite, Hispanic girl, and her look of shock rapidly turned to unmitigated delight, especially when she got a look at Taylor. We tipped her well, and promised repeat business.
“Do you think Megan’s working tonight?” I query, somehow feeling a little less confident than I had a mere five evenings ago.
“There’s one way to find out,” Taylor shrugs. “If she’s not, maybe somebody else can get a thrill.”
I hope she’s on tonight. If she is, she’ll still be surprised, because last time we called the order in with my name and from my address. Tonight Taylor’s making the call, to his house. I hope we’re in her delivery area. Taylor makes the call, he asks for the delivery to be by Megan. We’re in luck! She’s working tonight, and our address is in her area.
It’s dark by now, and we’re freshly showered and shaved. We want to be presentable when she arrives. I especially want Taylor to be presentable, so I have him relax on the couch while we wait. I kneel in front of him and spread his knees slightly. He knows what’s coming, and his cock responds before I’ve even touched it. Sometimes I’m so hungry for his cock that I’m gobbling it up before he’s even hard – I love to feel it grow in my throat. Not tonight, though. I’m not sure when she’ll get here, and I want to stretch it out – literally – so that he’s at his best when she walks through the door. And she WILL walk through the door.
I start with my fingertips, both hands gently cupping the top of his smooth hairless scrotum, sliding down and forward with a slight tension. My tongue lightly contacts the slit of his cockhead, tip to tip. I barely tap it a couple of times, then add a soft flick. Curling it upwards, I brush my tongue-tip along the bottom of his glans, back up to the opening. Now I taste the first sweet slippery oozings of pre-cum. I dip my tongue into it, giving it a slimy coating, then slowly lick around the circumference of the glans, and the narrowing just below it. Only then do I give his balls the slightest tug upward, and leisurely slide my lips down his shaft, feeling the sides of my mouth stretch as I envelope the width of his “flight deck.” Deep throat is a skill I’ve been proud to learn, and Taylor’s girth would make it a challenge for most, but I’ve practiced on him – and on Carl, Henri, and most recently Joe – so often that by now it’s almost effortless. My trained throat opens up easily to let him all the way in, and as my nose pushes into the soft flesh of his pubic pad, I’m glad we shave one another. I can handle hairy pubes, but why should I have to? Skin to skin is orders of magnitude more sensual, stimulating, erotic, and pleasant.
I pull off of him more quickly than I slide down, leaving a thick drooly mess of mouth and throat excretions on him. A little ribbon of drool hangs on between his cockhead and my lower lip, I let it flow down my chin before sliding back again on his well-lubricated manhood. There’s no rush, I control the pace, and Taylor’s not one to cum prematurely in any event. We can do this all night, and just might want to.
The doorbell finally rings, and we’re ready. My pussy is soaked with anticipation, my nipples are jutting forward and tingling, a thick wad of saliva is halfway down my chin, and streaks of wet shiny slime decorate both of my cheeks. Taylor’s cock is spit-shined as well, with excess drips soaking the front of his scrotum. The order is in Taylor’s name, but I’ll be the one answering the door. I stand and walk towards it, Taylor following a few feet back. There’s no need for a second ring. I open the door in all my naked glory, and see those beautiful big brown doe eyes suddenly double in size. She stands for a moment in shocked silence, an instant of confusion, and then joyous recognition.
“T-Tethys? Tethys? Tethys! Oh my god! Tethys!” By now she’s bouncing up and down and squealing with delight, and of course drops the pizza box on the doorstep. Fortunately it stays together. She picks it up, I grab her and pull her in through the door, close it, and then throw my arms around her in a happy embrace.
“I was so hoping I would see you again, but I didn’t expect this… I thought it was for a Taylor… Oh, Taylor! Your boyfriend!” Now she sees him standing behind us, beautifully naked himself, cock at full attention and full slobber residue. She saw him flaccid last Tuesday night, and was impressed then, now she stares open-mouthed at his magnificent equipment.
“Taylor, is this your house? This is so cool. You both look so hot! I wasn’t interrupting was I? I apologize…”
She’s babbling now, and I lead her into the kitchen and take the pizza box out of her hands. She looks so cute in her red and blue delivery vest and ball cap, long straight brown hair, brown perfect skin, strikingly beautiful face, flawless lips, petite body with hips on the narrow side, an air of innocent enthusiasm.
“We’ve been thinking about you this week, ever since Tuesday,” I tell her.
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” she replies, a little shakily. “Both of you. I thought you were just just being wild and adventurous, though, like on a dare.”
“You looked at Taylor and said you wished you had a boyfriend like that.”
“I’m sorry,” she tries to sound contrite, but she’s staring directly at Taylor’s cock. “I wasn’t trying to cause trouble. But you two seemed so free and.. and bold, I guess. And he’s beautiful!” her voice drops to a mumble.
“How old are you, Megan?” Taylor breaks in. “We don’t want to cause any trouble either, and we don’t want to get you into any trouble.”
“I’m eighteen right now, I’ll be nineteen this fall,” she answers hesitatingly.
“We were wondering if you might want to hang out with us,” I suggest.
“Um, I’m still at work, I get off at ten, is that too late?”
“No way!” I answer. “We’ll be here. You won’t mind if we put on a little show for you, do you?”
“Hell, no! You two are getting me too worked up. I could stay here all night, but I can’t be late for my next run.”
I find a pad and a pen, and write down my phone number. “Call me anytime. I’d love it if you stopped by after work. We’ll make it worth your while.”
“You already have,” she laughs.
The pizza’s not all that great, honestly. We only ordered it to get a chance to talk to Megan. But we ARE hungry, after all, and we eat it enthusiastically. Some of our freshness has worn off, and of course we now have pizza breath, so we brush our teeth and take another shower. We still won’t be totally fresh, because it’s impossible for us to keep our hands off each other. I don’t want to work up too much of a sweat, and I don’t want Taylor to be jizz-depleted when she returns – I really hope she returns. Taylor lays me back on the couch and leans his face into the moist gap between my thighs. He works slowly, methodically, with just the lightest touch, the gentlest kisses, soft nibbles on my clit, titillating tugs on my inner labia with his lips and teeth. My orgasms are inevitable, but they reflect the stimulation. They’re gentle, moaning and mewing rather than explosively intense, relaxing and even refreshing, and no excessive perspiration is involved.
I endure two of these orgasms, but I don’t do well at restraint. I need Taylor to fuck me, but I need him to take it slow so he doesn’t cum, and so we stay fresh. I sit him on the couch, and straddle him, controlling the pace and the intensity, keeping Taylor hard and me wet, with lots of shared kisses, caresses, and embraces to keep us going. Taylor is a master of control, and I have no fear of him cumming at the wrong time. I’m not so disciplined, and I manage a couple more small orgasms while we play. Neither one of us is considering that a problem.
About 10:15 the phone rings. Now I’m going to have Megan’s number to save.
“Is it too late?” Her voice sounds a little uncertain. “Do you still want me to come over?”
“Yeah, it’s too late,” I snicker. “It’s too late for you to change your mind, and it’s too late for you to back out. You get your beautiful ass over here as fast as you can! And oh, by the way – the door’s unlocked. If the house is rockin’, don’t bother knockin’. Just step right in, and let the fun begin! Seriously, don’t knock. Just walk in. We’ll be easy to find.”
I hear a muted giggle. “Ok, Tethys, I’ll see you soon.”
I mount Taylor once more. The couch is facing the entryway, and so am I as I slide gently up and down over his lap, his fingers gently squeezing my tits. I’m as wet as I’ve ever been, and that’s very wet. I don’t know how long Megan’s going to be, but I feel like I can do this all night. I’m not fucking Taylor hard enough to make either of us breathless, it’s more like a relaxing massage of the inside of my pussy, sending mellow, delightful jolts of pleasure all the way up my spine and into the back of my eyeballs. I try to keep my eyes open when I fuck, I love the visual as much as the sensual, but it’s difficult to do that now, when my eyes want to continually roll back into my skull.
I do get up once, very briefly, to grab some water for Taylor and I from the refrigerator. Our endurance may be fantastic, but hydration doesn’t last forever. I’d rather our bladders be the limiting factor than dryness. As it turns out, that’s not even tested. It’s probably no more than fifteen minutes, and I’m leaning back against Taylor’s chest, my nipples squeezed, my pussy open in front and oozing copiously, a long ecstatic moan escaping my lips, and my eyes closed involuntarily at this drawn out repeated orgasmic spasm. When they open again, I see Megan standing in front of us, her mouth open, looking so adorable in her pizza delivery outfit. Immediately I’m hit with an even bigger, stronger orgasm, and I thrust my cunt forward onto Taylor’s thickly coated shaft, trying to impale myself even deeper on his manly magnificence.
“Wow!” Megan breathes, and at that moment Taylor says “Uuuugh!” and I feel the hot jets flooding inside me.
“Hi, Megan” we both gasp simultaneously, and equally weakly. “Sit down and make yourself…” I end with “comfortable”, and Taylor says “at home,” but with our perfect timing it sounds like harmony. Megan plops down in a big soft leather chair directly across from us, a good spot.
“You guys have no shame, do you?” She smiles as she says it.
“Not much,” I agree, and lean my head back to nuzzle and kiss Taylor’s cheek. His cock is slowly softening, but it’s still swollen enough to stay lodged inside me, and I want to keep it there as long as possible. I can feel the tickle of little cum droplets starting to leak out. If he wasn’t in there I could hold it all in, but his cock opens a pathway to the outside world.
“We were hoping you’d enjoy it,” I add, thinking that I was pretty sure she would from her earlier reaction.
“It looks nice,” she nods.” You guys are so bold and confident, I’m just a little bit jealous.”
“It comes with experience, Sweetheart,” I say, and then catch myself in a sudden moment of fright. “Oh my God, am I saying that I’m old? Was I getting ready to give her the ‘when I was your age’ treatment? Of all the new experiences that I’ve encountered lately, this was one I didn’t expect!”
Taylor intuitively feels my discomfort, and instinctively reacts. The erection droops, and his cock flops out of my cunt, with a couple of big glops accompanying it. I collect what I can on my fingertips, and lift it to my lips. It’s as much habit as performance, but I rarely leave Taylor’s cum untasted. I simply love it. Especially when it’s mixed with mine. Megan is wide-eyed.
Now that I’m no longer impaled on a massive penis, I have the presence of mind to remember my manners. “Can I get you anything to drink? We have water, tea, and soda. No alcohol in the house at the moment, I’m afraid. I hope we can help calm you down some other way.”
“I’m calm,” she assures us. “Water is fine. I’m a little surprised you can be that brave without alcohol for courage, but I guess it comes with experience!”
“Touche’,” I laugh. I fill a glass with ice and water, and deliver it, smelling of the cum smeared around my cunt lips and on my inner thighs, but otherwise perfectly fresh and presentable. As I hand her the glass, her eyes are staring, fascinated, directly at those smeared lips.
“One thing that might help you feel at ease, if you’re ok with it, is to get undressed. It takes some getting used to, but it does feel comfortable when you’re not the odd one.
“I’ll still be the odd one,” she smiles. Her voice is quavering a little. “But I see I’m with a couple of other odd ones too. I’m nervous, but yeah. This is too cool!” Her hands shake a little as she removes her delivery vest, the pulls her orange T-shirt over her head. She loosens her velcro-strapped sports bra, and places it with the other items on the arm of the chair. She leans forward and unties her sneakers, pulling them off casually. I note that she immediately removes her socks as well. Her bare feet are dainty but well shaped, her toes just slightly on the long side. Then she stands, revealing a pair of petite, but very perky breasts with short nubby nipples and brown areolas, small, and just slightly darker than the olive skin of her breasts.
She unsnaps her jeans, and pulls them down at the same time as her panties to mid thigh, sits back on the chair and then pulls her legs free one after the other. She sets the jeans aside and stands again, facing us, completely naked.
I’ve never labored under the misconception that the blush of youth guarantees flawless beauty. When I was her age (Dammit, there I go again – what am I, her granny???)… when I was her age, I was gangly and awkward, clumsy, weak, mousy, skin not that great, horny as hell, and with absolutely no prospects either romantically or professionally. On the other hand, I’m absolutely sure that Sonia was flawless as a newborn and never wavered from that point of perfection from then until now. Megan here evokes Sonia more than me. Her skin is unmarked by even the hint of blemish, a slightly paler bikini line across her clean-shaven pussy that almost disappears across her hips shows that she knows the Sun, but not quite completely, her posture is ramrod straight, her belly as taut as a drum head, and goddamn if she doesn’t have muscles that rival my own! And I’ve been working my ass off for mine!
“You’re an athlete.” I’m pointing out the obvious.
“I was on the swim team and track team in high school,” she offers. “I ran hurdles and threw javelin. I did gymnastics until junior high. I hope I can get on a team once I start college, but I’m probably too short.”
“Not for gymnastics,” I suggest helpfully.
She shakes her head. “I wasn’t that good. I had the strength, but not the coordination. I’m really not that good at any competitive sport, I’m just too small and clumsy. I’d like to make a team, though. I want the challenge even if I lose. If I could get a scholarship that would be even better.”
Taylor speaks up. “If you could choose any sport to compete in, what would it be?”
“I know it sounds strange coming from me, but I think I’d do best in either powerlifting or boxing or wrestling. I am strong for my size, and at least in those sports they have weight classes.”
“You look like you lift weights,” I nod. “It looks fantastic on you.”
“Thanks,” she shrugs. “I could tell you lift weights when I saw you last week. You look pretty amazing.”
“And thank you as well. Don’t leave out Taylor here, he’s worked hard for his runner’s physique!”
“I did notice that,” her voice begins to quaver again. “But I really noticed what he was either born with or had surgically enhanced. You can’t train that muscle!”
Taylor has been staring hard at Megan the whole time, sprawled facing her, legs apart, arms stretched across the couch. He’s trying to feign a casual posture, but he’s occasionally swallowing hard, and his sticky slathered cock has already started swelling and extending again. I can’t blame him. She’s been returning the look. I see a hint of moisture at the tips of her lovely inner petals.
“He’s all natural, I can guarantee that!” I assure her, reaching to his cock and giving it just the kind of caresses that I know will speed its rising along. “I’ve known Taylor for a year and a half now, and not only is he a fantastic lover who is an expert at pleasing a woman, he’s a fucking beautiful nice guy and a total gentleman.”
Taylor actually blushes. If raw exhibitionism doesn’t embarrass him, a well placed compliment will.
“I’ve just never seen anything like it,” Megan sighs, still staring mesmerized at Taylor’s now fully glorious manhood. “Shit, what am I saying? I’ve never done anything like this! It’s like I’ve gone to work and stepped right into a porn movie!”
“Hopefully one of the better ones,” I laugh. “Hey, you’re not doing anything wrong, we were just really awed by you last week when we met you, and we hoped we might get a chance to get to know you. From how you reacted, it felt like you’re actually one of us.”
“I don’t know what that means,” Megan finally tears her eyes away from Taylor’s cock and looks at me. “I like how bold you two are, and I wish I was that brave. But you can pull it off, because you’re both really beautiful and confident.”
“And you’re not beautiful?” Taylor interrupts. “Tethys here is amazing, like you say, and I know other women who are completely beautiful inside and out. But you don’t come in second to anybody, Megan, you really are a work of art. Tethys here is an artist, and she has an eye for beauty too. She knows it when she sees it, and you are it!”
Megan stands a little straighter in response, her nipples are jutting straight out at us, and I detect an actual liquid droplet taking shape on her slightly swollen labia. It’s going to drip onto the floor shortly.
“Can I look at you?” I ask. “Think like an artist’s model, and just let us take you in. I’d love to paint you.”
“Paint me, or paint a picture of me?” Megan arches an eyebrow and smiles.
“Both!” I giggle, and she obliges by lifting her arms and slowly pivoting in place. Definitely right up there with Sonia. Nothing about her is large. Her waist is tiny, her hips are narrow, and her breasts, while round and prominent, are definitely on the smaller end of the scale. I can tell that, like me, if she wasn’t working hard on building her muscles, she’d be scrawny and bony.
She finally relaxes a bit, and is comfortable enough to join us on the sofa, naked. Taylor is in hog heaven sitting between two beautifully naked women, both of them stroking, squeezing, pinching, and generally exploring his cock, his balls, and his whole body, while Megan opens up about her life story. It’s not a particularly pleasant one.
Raised by a single mother who gave birth far too young, and who works long hours at menial jobs, her childhood was spent as much on the streets as at home. She and her family had been marked by violence and tragedy. She wants out.
“It was a shock, and a goddam eye opener,” she shakes her head. Taylor’s erection is already fading. “I could see then that I had to get out of there. All the pimps, the drugs, the helpless people – everybody is self destructing. I could see all the things they were doing to themselves, and it was a real warning. That’s why I don’t do drugs or even smoke or drink now. And I don’t hang out with any gang-bangers. My Mom is busting her ass to help put me through school so I can get a good job and a good life, and when I do, I’m going to get her out of there and have her live with me someplace nice.”
She says she’s going to start at the community college this semester, and then try to transfer to the University of Texas after a year or two. Her chosen major will be exercise science – from what I hear it’s not a particularly lucrative profession, but it’s her focus.
“My only real weakness is porn,” she sighs, as she gives an extra firm tug on Taylor’s fully recovered cock. “I love porn. My Mom doesn’t know anything about locking down computers, and she’s gone most of the time, so it’s always been easy to get. I don’t tell most people about this, but considering where I am now, I guess it might be kind of obvious.”
“You’re not alone,’ I nod. “I got introduced to it early, and Taylor and I still enjoy it together. For better or worse, it played a pretty big role in shaping my sexual identity as I reached adulthood. What kinds do you like best?”
“Nothing violent or hateful,” she says with emphasis. “I guess I have some kinks. I like orgies and party sex, threesomes, outdoor sex, public nudity type stuff, cream pies, and guys with really big dicks.” She smiles at Taylor. “It keeps me safe at home, I guess, off the streets. I don’t know any guys that measure up to what I see streaming, so I just have to indulge my fantasies by myself. My Mom has caught me a couple of times, but she doesn’t know what to think about it. I guess as long as I’m not out there fucking strange guys and getting pregnant or diseased or pimped out or beaten up, she won’t complain.”
“So, no boyfriend?” I ask.
“Hell no. “I’ve had sex a few times with boys I know. They’re boys, though, not men. They’re not porn stars. They don’t know what they’re doing, and they don’t seem to care enough to learn. They jizz out in thirty seconds, pull up their pants, and then they either leave or they act like they now own your ass. That’s not what I want.”
“I can assure you, Taylor is a porn star, he’s a real man, he knows what he’s doing, he’s a gentleman, and once you’ve fucked him, you own his ass!”
“And I’m still learning,” Taylor adds.
”This is nice, but it’s a little weird. I’ve just never seen a dick like this, even in porn. And I like that it’s shaved all smooth. I think I’m leaving a wet spot on your couch.”
“Think of it as a protective coating for the fabric,” laughs Taylor. “Would you be more comfortable switching to the bedroom? Do you want me to take a shower?”
“I need a shower too,” she agrees.
It doesn’t take much convincing to get them to shower together, although Megan insists that I stay close by for security. She seems a little intimidated by him still. But Taylor is the perfect gentleman, of course, and while she leisurely explores his body and his genitals with a bar of soap, he also washes her gently and thoroughly, introducing her to sensations and delights that she could never have learned about from mere porn. As they emerge, and towel off, Megan seems to have a new sparkle in her eye, and she sounds energized.
“That was fun!” she giggles.
“The fun’s just beginning,” I assure her.
We head into the bedroom and lay Taylor down onto his back. Megan and I take up positions on either side of him. Now that she has complete freedom over him, she seems unsure of what to do. I take the initiative to start him out, and bend over his cock, slipping it into my mouth. Megan watches, entranced.
“Would you like to try it?” I encourage her. “Take your time, there’s no deadline!”
She lays her head down on Taylor’s abdomen, one hand wrapped around his shaft, lifting it up and moving it around close to her face. She studies it, contemplates it, then gingerly licks the top of the glans. Taylor involuntarily twitches a little.
“That’s it, relax, be comfortable,” I croon soothingly as I nestle between his thighs, in a perfect position to add my tongue to his scrotum. She smiles at me, and dabs her tongue once more across his cockhead. There’s already a little ooze of precum tracing a clear sticky tendril between his urethral opening and the tip of her tongue. Tentatively, she opens her mouth a little wider and envelops the upper inch of him, popping him back out between her lips.
“He’s delicious!” she sighs.
“I already know that,” I grin. “Don’t tell me – tell him.”
She lifts her head up and turns towards his grinning face. “You’re delicious!” she repeats, grinning in her turn.
“Megan, you want to bring your pretty pussy up here? I can’t reach it from where you’re at now. It needs some loving too,” Taylor gestures towards his face, and Megan’s eyes go wide.
“Really?” she gasps. “I… I’ve never done that before!”
Taylor and I are both simultaneously shocked. “Really?” we chant in unison.
“Taylor, get up!” I order. “Megan, you lay down on the bed. Relax. Let me guess. For you, sex means you suck a guy’s dick until he’s hard, then he fucks you until he cums, and then it’s over, right?”
“Yeah,” she affirms meekly.
“Have you ever had an orgasm?”
“By myself, when I’m watching porn or playing with myself. Never with a guy.”
“You life is about to change, sweetheart!” I glance at Taylor, but he already knows what to do. I snuggle down beside her, stroking her belly, her breasts, and her shoulders, whispering sweet words of affection and hope to her.
“You’re such a beautiful woman, you deserve passion, affection, love, desire, and pleasure of your own. Relax, sweetie, close your eyes, just let yourself experience sexual beauty.”
Taylor has taken up his position, and begins with just the lightest flick of his tongue against her labia. That’s all it takes. She spasms and squeals, then relaxes again. As he focuses more firmly on her spectacularly smooth and thus-far neglected cunt with his tongue, I’m gently kneading her small pert tits, softly licking, sucking, pinching and pulling her nipples. She begins to moan and reaches up to squeeze her breasts from the sides, making them more prominent for me. Taylor’s moves become gradually bolder, his tongue no longer flicking, but trailing along the moist inner edges of her labia, and sliding up to her clit, and then back. She is producing her own fluid copiously now, and most of the drool coating her groin and thighs is of her own making.
Taylor knows exactly what he’s doing, he’s an artist in his own right. He’s never eaten me out like this, nor would I want him to. He knows he’s dealing with a beginner, a rookie, and he’s going to make sure that Megan is the rookie of the year.
“Oh, shit!” Megan sighs dreamily. “I’ve always wanted this, but I never expected it to be this… GOOD!” she lurches as a spasm of pleasure surges directly from her clit to her voice.
“Even in porn, they don’t usually focus a lot of time on a woman’s pleasure. Most men are amateurs when it comes to eating pussy. Taylor’s an expert, and so am I. If you’re not satisfied beyond your wildest dreams tonight, then Taylor and I are doing something wrong. All you have to do is enjoy yourself. This is your treat, Megan.”
Those words seem to be the last remaining trigger she needs. “GOD!” she cries, and then she literally sobs as a frothy fluid splashes out of her open pussy and splatters full onto Taylor’s face. He laughs, and pauses just long enough for her uncontrollable jerks to subside. Tears are streaming from her eyes, running just as copiously down her temples and onto the pillow as her cum juices are from her vagina.
“Oh, shit!” she gasps, when she can open her eyes and look down at Taylor’s smiling face between her legs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that all over your face. Oh, God I’m so embarrassed!”
“Embarrassed! Girl, you just had your first orgasm with a man! Be proud! What you should be is triumphant!” I squeeze both of her nipples for emphasis.
“Megan, you just came like a passionate woman. You are delicious, you are beautiful, and I’m going to wear this juicy coating like a badge of honor!” Taylor chuckles. “And how do you feel?”
“God, that was so intense!” she pants. “So much better than when I make myself cum. And fuck, ten times better than any guy I’ve ever been with.”
“We’re just getting started,” I remind her. “This is our warmup.”
“What if I were to come up to you and give you a kiss, and a taste of your own medicine?” Taylor suggests as he rises up from between her thighs. “I want you to know how good you taste, and remind you that you’re not some little girl, you’re all woman.”
“While you’re up there, mister, stay up there. It’s my turn at the fountain of the Goddess now.”
Taylor grins at me, and walks around to the side of the bed that I’m now vacating. He bends down towards Megan’s lips, and she accepts his, tentatively at first, uncertainly licking the taste onto her own tongue, and considering it, then she embraces it with passionate enthusiasm, and wraps her arms around his neck as she engages him in a full lip-lock, sucking all the juices she can reach.
“Do you mind if we do it again?” she asks when she comes up for air, sounding much more cheerful.
“I thought you’d never ask!” I laugh, and immediately switch from inhaling her heady sexy aroma to making full contact on that smooth velvety cunt with my lips and tongue. It’s only been a few months since I began to get used to the experience of sex with a woman, but all hesitation is now in the past. I can’t even say I prefer men, or prefer women. I prefer men and women together. One on one sex is great, but there’s nothing like sharing your desires with two or more truly intimate partners. Strangely enough, although Megan is in every real sense still a stranger to us, I feel the intimacy is there regardless. We are literally transforming her life, and after tonight she will never be the same. There’s nothing casual about that.
I feel a sense of responsibility toward Megan, a sense of mentorship. Hera can take care of herself. Sonia can take care of pretty much anybody. Joanne is focused on taking care of her husband. This growing tribe of intimates that is taking shape around me feels somehow like my own creation, even though I had not originally intended it, now it’s something that I want. I want it to grow, I want to nurture it, I want to be part of it.
None of these musings detract from my appreciation of the moment, nor the skill of my ministrations on Megan. As much as Taylor does, I know what I’m doing. It shows, as Megan begins squealing and twitching again.
“Straddle my face,” she suddenly issues the order to Taylor. “I want to suck your cock, and do it right.”
She’s learning already. Taylor does as he’s told, from my vantage point I can’t see a lot, but I can see that “doing it right” is a matter of opinion. She’s obviously very inexperienced, but she’s also enthusiastic and enjoying the moment. I’ll let Taylor gently guide her in the finer points, in the meantime I’m going to enjoy the now steadily increasing amount of delicious vaginal nectar flowing onto my tongue and into my mouth, and I’m going to apply the subtle tricks that I know to make her squeal even more.
Her second orgasm is not quite like her first. Yes, there’s a satisfying spatter of sweet droplets ejected from her pussy onto my chin and cheeks, but there are no tears. It’s a throaty, deep roar, as she grabs Taylor’s cock and holds it firmly to the outside of her cheek, violent bucking of her hips, and a sudden fit of giggling laughter. And when she recovers enough to look down at my smiling face, there’s no apology. I see a look of real pride and satisfaction. She has won.
“My turn for a kiss!” I announce, and get up to take my place at her lips. She takes me without hesitation, and the joy is something that permeates all of us. None of us can celebrate this moment alone.
A few more moments of breathing hard, and then Megan lifts her head off the pillow.
“Oh my god, I need to call my Mom!” She pushes both of us away from her, and runs out of the room. A minute later she’s back, carrying her phone. She hits the speed dial, with the speaker turned up.
“Hi, darling,” comes a mellow, rich, but slightly worried voice. “Where are you?”
“Hi Mom, I’m sorry I forgot to call earlier. I’m staying with a couple of friends tonight. We just started hanging out and talking after work, and I think it will be better to stay here and come back in the morning.”
“Do you have someplace to sleep?” came the voice. “Yes, Mom, they have room for me here.”
“Who are they?”
“Tethys and Taylor. You don’t know them yet, but they’re good people. They don’t drink or do drugs, I’m perfectly safe here. You’ll meet them pretty soon, I’m sure.”
That sounds to me like more than a one night stand going on here. I’m glad to hear it.
“Ok, Mom, if I don’t see you before you leave for work I’ll call you when I get home, ok? Love you. Bye.”
“Sorry,” she says. “She’s not the controlling type, she knows I’m an adult, but she worries if I don’t check in.”
We nod, and she changes the subject. “Now, if you don’t mind, I sure do want to fuck! I’ve never wanted it this bad in my life!”
“Ok, but how are you for birth control? Do we have anything to worry about?” It’s a reasonable question from Taylor.
“I’m on the pill, and I have been for a while. Probably more from wishful thinking than anything else. Maybe I’ll finally start putting it to good use!”
“Well, since you put it that way, your wish is my command!” Taylor smiles at her.
My natural inclination in matters sexual is to take charge, and I follow that inclination now. I get Taylor to lay on his back again, his broad cock proudly standing tall. “Do you like being on top?” I ask Megan.
She shrugs. “I’ve never done it before.” I have to at least try to hide my surprise. I also try to remember how distorted and unhelpful my experiences were at her age, and how they remained so for a number of years beyond. She doesn’t need to go through that same kind of sidetrack.
But she’s right when she says she’s ready to fuck. Her pussy is sloppy wet, vulva swollen, her nipples are engorged and projecting. I help her scramble over Taylor’s hips and position her above his cock. As she sinks down on it, I help guide it in. “Slowly,” I advise her.
It disappears faster and deeper than I expect.
“God you’re big!” she gasps.
“God you’re tight!” he gasps.
She rides him, slowly at first, but her pace gradually accelerating. I do what I can to offer encouragement, caressing and squeezing her tight round ass, massaging her back, leaning across and kissing her cheek. Eventually I decide she’s doing fine on her own, and I shift down to my preferred position, between Taylor’s thighs, where I can lick and suck his balls, taste her flowing nectar, and flick my tongue across her butthole whenever she bottoms out. Her juices really are flowing, a white froth has formed at the top of Taylor’s scrotum, and it smears upwards along his shaft when she rises up. When she comes back down again, more is added to it, and it drips around the sides of his ballsack, where I can easily reach it and lap it up.
Taylor’s hands are not idle, his fingers continue to work her pert breasts, and those erect nipples make perfect targets for his mouth, as he pulls her down towards him. Now she’s laying on top of him, and they are again kissing deeply, she moans into his mouth.
In less than two minutes, Megan expresses a little surprise that Taylor hasn’t cum yet. “You’re still going! Fuck, I can’t believe it!” He laughs, and I laugh. We know how long he can last, but we don’t know if Megan can keep up. Women who complain that men cum too soon sometimes find themselves confused and impatient when they hook up with a man who doesn’t. Megan, though, seems to have no issues here.
Another two minutes, and Megan has experienced her first penis-induced orgasm. I’m confident it won’t be her last. Her moans increase in pitch and cadence, and suddenly she bursts out into a wailing, drawn out scream, that descends back down into guttural, incoherent grunting. It’s accompanied by another splash of fluid coating Taylor’s shaft and balls, and my chin. It drips down the inside of his ass cheeks, and what I can’t get creates a growing wet spot on the sheet.
He doesn’t miss a beat. He slows his thrusting down a little to see if she needs to take a breather, but she responds with renewed energy, slamming her crotch down on his, and bouncing upwards as if she’s on springs. Her voice is shaping a variety of sounds, but very few of them are recognizable words or phrases. When they are, it’s mostly “fuck!”, or “Oh god!”, or “Yes!”
I’m feeling wonderful about this. No, I’m not the center of attention, and nobody’s going to get sloppy seconds from my pussy, but I still feel like I’m making a major contribution to someone’s happiness. Megan has been aching to fulfill her sexual destiny, and it’s obviously been neglected for too long. But no longer.
Finally, after another three orgasms have racked Megan thoroughly, after even her youthful energy seems to be starting to fade, I feel that Taylor is reaching his explosion point. I’ve been encouraging with words and strokes between licks, and now I let Megan know that the climax is approaching.
“He’s getting ready to cum, sweetie, do you want it? Do you want his cum inside you?”
“Oh yes, fuck yes, fuck fuck yes!” she wails, and I poise myself for what will be a beautiful sight. I put my finger tips into the junction between Taylor’s inner thighs and his scrotum, just outside the point where the vas deferens passes from the scrotum through his abdominal wall, a place where I can actually feel the muscular contractions shooting sperm out from the testicles into his ejaculatory glands. It feels like high speed vibrations coming through the soft flesh, and immediately afterwards I see the twitching of his thick shaft as the sweet fluid of love surges through it. I’ll bet Megan’s never seen it from this angle. Some day I’ll want her to watch from down here as a man cums into me.
Taylor grunts, groans and sighs, Megan cries out softly, and I squeal with delight. Excess semen comes dripping down the center of his cock, into the little pocket between the two testicles, and I lick and suck it up expertly. She collapses her face onto his shoulders, panting hard, and he wraps his arms around her back and holds her tight into him. They maintain that position for a minute or two. I can see his cock softening slightly, but it doesn’t get so limp it slips out of her. Soon, he begins very slowly and gently thrusting into her once more, and her slippery cunt welcomes it. I sit beside them on the edge of the bed.
“That was beautiful,” I sigh, playing with her dark brown hair. She lifts her head, gazing at me with shining eyes. Her entire body is just as shiny with the sweat of passion.
“Beautiful, yeah,” she breathes. “It was like a religious fucking experience.” She lowers her head back into the notch of Taylor’s shoulder and takes a few more deep breaths. Taylor’s cock is still moving slowly inside her, and her hips are still riding along to accommodate it.
“Oh, fuck, I never dreamed it would be like this. Porn doesn’t do it justice. You guys are like angels or saints from fuck heaven.”
A few more breaths, and she seems to be recovering. Suddenly she sits back up, almost erect, still impaled on Taylor’s cock, which is already hardening again in response. “Am I selfish for wanting to go again? I hope I’m not hogging him too much Tethys, am I being unfair? God, I love being on top! Shit, I don’t think I ever want to do one on one sex again. I need to share this. I want to have both you guys!”
“There’s more where this came from,” I laugh. “Take all you want, but eat all you take. We have some friends who would love to meet you, and I think you’d enjoy them too!”
“Really?” her voice is excited as she begins to buck again with energy. “You have friends that do this? That’s fucking awesome!”
My heart is almost in my throat with joy. Our little tribe appears to have just gained another member. I can’t wait to introduce her to them.
Megan and Taylor do one more go-round, she has two more orgasms, and by now seems to handle them with confidence. Taylor even manages to cum once more, after which he’s exhausted. We fall into the bed, sweaty, hot, and tired, sheets soaked, hair tangled, no covers over us. Taylor and I pin Megan between us, and she giggles happily. We can clean up tomorrow. Drifting off to sleep with the smell of sex in our nostrils, and on our breath, is surprisingly refreshing. Sleep cums easy, it cums deep, and the dreams are glorious. I’m sure it applies to Megan as well as me, but it always bears repeating. I’m a lucky girl.