A Tribe for Tethys, Part 2 Chapter 8

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.