A Tribe For Tethys Part 1 Chapter 3 by MimiRay

A Tribe For Tethys Part 1 Chapter 3 by MimiRay

Explore the steamy adventures of Tethys and her tribe in Part 1 Chapter 3 of this erotic adult sex story by MimiRay. Indulge in passion, desire, and intrigue as the story unfolds.<br/>

Family Scrutiny — Tethys admits she’s not monogamous

Chapter 3: Family Scrutiny

“So,” I ask, as we get safely on the road, and I reach to Carl’s crotch and pull his dick out. It springs to life immediately, and I want to suck it, but will have to settle for an affectionate massage for a while. “Do you want to fuck Joanne?”

“What?” His surprise is genuine.

“She wants to fuck you. She told me!” I answer to his doubtful expression. “Of course she wants to fuck you. Every sexy woman wants to fuck you.”

“Yeah, right!” He grumps. “Not like that’s been my experience. Only one sexy woman ever wanted to fuck me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you just have no idea. I used to think that about myself too, by the way. You just need to learn how to play the game. You’ve come a long way, baby, but you still have a way to go. You’d be surprised at how many women would love to feel this cock.”

“Ok, so she told you, but what would Joe say?”

“You’ve talked to them, you know how they are. They’re swingers. They love to fuck. They love to fuck other people. Believe me Carl, for somebody like Jo, you’re a real prize. And what would really turn her on if you were to fuck Joe’s cum out of her pussy, like you do Taylor’s with me.”

“Wow,” he says, and I feel his cock shudder under my fingers. “That would be fun.”

“Would you like me to watch?” I ask huskily. “I would want to watch.”

“Damn, of course. You could do more than that.”

“I was hoping you’d say so. What if you were to watch Joe fuck me and then you fucked his fresh cum out of my wet dripping cunt?”

Carl’s cock leaps in my hand, and I squeeze it tight.

“I’ve got Joanne’s number. I’ll call if you want to set something up.”

“Uh, yeah,” He gasps.

That night is fantastic. I have the strong desire to take charge, just like in our early training days. But now I’m stronger, tougher, longer lasting, and ready to be a little rough. I’ve had two good fucks and several wonderful orgasms today, but I’m not done. We shower and go straight to bed. There’s no getting under the covers, the night is much too warm, and I’m wanting to heat things up even more. I push him onto his back and climb up over his face, lowering my clit to his lips and grinding back and forth. His tongue responds perfectly. I lift a little and make contact between my clit and the tip of his nose, while he extends his tongue as far as he can to reach my very wet entrance.

I lower my labia back down to his lips, wiggling around to make sure they cover every part of my pubes and pudenda. I love us being shaved, the skin to skin, the tongue and lip to skin, is almost more than I can take. It is more than I can take for long. In only a few minutes a grunting orgasm comes rolling up my body, from clit to scalp. I lift up to catch my breath.

When I lower back down again, he does exactly what I’d just consciously wished for him to do, what I was just opening my mouth to demand that he do. He reaches up those strong arms of his, grabs my tits, and squeezes each nipple. An electric shock runs through my body, like a collision between the sensations arriving from pussy and breasts. The second orgasm hits suddenly, much faster than I expected. I have to lift up again, but this time I move down along his body, and impale myself on the rocket cock.

I’m not gentle, I want it, I want to plunge my weight down on it. I’m gasping for breath, I can barely talk. But I do.

“Do you want Joe’s cum splashing out of my cunt every time I slam down on your fucking horny cock?” I pant heavily. Carl’s hips buck upwards underneath me, and he grunts with excitement. “Do you want to watch Joe fuck me and fill me with his hot seed while you fuck his wife?” More grunts, more bucking.

The talk turns me on as much as it does Carl, and another intense orgasm washes from behind my eyeballs, as I roll them upwards in involuntary facial spasms that synchronize with those of my pussy. I can’t even begin to describe the sounds I made.

I take just a minute to recompose myself. I have to get off before Carl loses control – well, control has nothing to do with it. It’s been gone for a while now, and he’s operating completely on instinct. I dismount and spin over the top of his body, positioning my cunt again over his mouth and taking his cock in both hands before I run my tongue in a circle over the tip. His foreskin still sheaths the glans, like a shiny wet nose cone. I use my tongue like a crowbar, wedging it between the two surfaces, prying the foreskin downward and sending him to paroxysms of sensory overload as I slide and drool over the sensitive tissue. He wants to lick my pussy, but he can do nothing but moan in ecstasy.

I know it won’t be long. I don’t intend it to be. I momentarily withdraw my tongue, open my mouth, and push the foreskin down with my lips as I plunge my face downward, sucking his cock in as far as I can, right until it reaches the gag point. My fingers move to tickling his balls and tugging on his scrotum, my mouth moves up and down like a piston, and suddenly it’s full of hot, musky sweet-salty, sticky-slippery goo. I’m used to his volume by now, even though it’s his third ejaculation of the day, he recovers quickly, and he gives me almost as much as he did this morning. This is good. I’ll have a practical use for this ability very soon.

I swallow, and immediately a warm, relaxing glow permeates my entire being. I’m in love with this cock, and I suckle it for a few more minutes as it slowly shrinks in my mouth. My energy is fading almost as fast as his cock, and I roll over on the bed, snuggle my face against his, and offer some sleepy kisses. He kisses me back, happily, and wraps his arms around me. I’m a very lucky girl.

Suddenly it’s morning. The Sun is shining through the window. Carl is awake. He’s out of bed, returning from the bathroom. Sounds like a good idea to me. When I return, he’s relaxing on top of the sheets, his cock already pointing at the ceiling. Who could fail to be impressed?

“How’s the morning breath?” I ask.

“Smells like pussy,” he smiles.

“Thought so. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! But let’s replace it and start over, because I want to start over!”

The smile remains, Carl slides off the bed and trundles to the bathroom, cock still leading the way. He squeezes a tit as he walks by.

“You’re a bad boy, Mister, and you’re going to pay the price for that!”

I follow him into the bathroom, and once both toothbrushes are actively scrubbing, I keep a constant tugging tension on his cock with my left hand as I scrub with my right. Carl is left handed, so while he’s brushing, his right hand is free: free to explore my butt and my pussy, and I’m starting to think he’s paying generously.

Mouths fresh, we race back into bed, and I hop onto it like a trampoline. Last night I wanted to be in charge, this morning I want to lay back and enjoy it. I know Carl will enjoy it too. That smile seems pasted on his face as he spreads my legs from the knees and bends down to service my clit and pussy with his tongue. Did I mention he was a fast learner? My juices ramp up quickly, and I don’t need a lot of preparation. I want him inside me in a hurry. Once he gets there, he can take his time.

“Fuck me!” I whisper hoarsely, and he climbs comfortably over me and slides his cock in with no resistance. He reads my mood, and his strokes are long and slow. I lay leisurely on my back, eyes closed, breathing easy, taking it all in. In. Out. In. Out. Slooooowly. Ah, it’s heaven. There’s no rush, I do have places to be today, but not yet. I’m going to milk this, and I’m going to milk that cock.

We fuck in this relaxed way for about 15 minutes, and then I can start to feel his need rising. “Fuck me harder!” I order helpfully. He straightens out, grabs my legs below the knees, pulls my hips up and drapes my legs over his shoulders. Perfect slamming position. My eyes are wide open now. He ramps it up gradually, cycling between faster and slower, harder and gentler thrusts. My clit gets some major stimulation this way, and within a few more minutes I’m breathing very heavy and ready to start hooting. What a way to start the morning!

Carl doesn’t stop to let me recover from my orgasm, and I have another one within a minute, but I’m slippery enough, and the pace is relaxed enough, where I’m able to regain my senses even as he continues his rhythm. But now I’m ready to be in control again.

“Cum in my mouth, mother fucker. I want my appetizer before breakfast!”

At the same time, I move to unhinge my legs and pull my hips down. Whether he’s listening or not, he gets the message. He pulls out, and I gesture for him to come forward. He stands at the side of the bed, and I’m propped up by the pillow to be the perfect height to take him. He tastes good. I taste good on him! Practice has made perfect, and I know exactly the rhythm, pressure, and tension that he needs. He’s in a very cooperative mood. I don’t know where the volume is coming from, whether his prostate, his seminal vesicles, his testicles, his epididymis, or something I never studied in biology, but whatever it is, it must be bottomless. He’s definitely back at full volume.

I smack my lips happily. Carl stands there, cock finally starting its retreat. He’s sweaty, his eyes are gleaming, but he’s barely breathing heavy.

“I need a quick shower,” I announce, and lift myself out of the bed.

“I’ll make an omelet,” he calls out behind me as I disappear into the bathroom. I’m hungry, and an omelet would be wonderful.

He’s still got the eggs on the stove cooking when I arrive back in the kitchen. He’s a brave man, frying food without even an apron for protection.

“Don’t scald that precious dick!” I warn him. He looks towards me with another grin. “Nothing makes it hotter than you do. I’ll be ok.”

Breakfast is superb. My Denisovan is not what anybody would mistake for a gourmet cook, but there are some things he does well, and breakfast omelets is one of them. I eat until I’m satisfied, he eats about twice as much and I’m not sure he is, but it’s getting time for me to go. I drink down the rest of my orange juice, stand up, and push my tits against the back of his neck as I wrap my arms around him.