A literotic sexstories: A Tribe for Tethys, Part 2 Chapter 10 by MimiRay ,
We’ve left Sonia back with Carl, he’s promised to take her home once they’ve finished up the last of their “business agreement.” Carl is entering into a personal contract with Sonia, to work for her full time as personal fitness and diet trainer, bodyguard, and of course stud services while away on tour. I’m not sure how the contract would legally cover that latter arrangement. I’m also not sure how she has the money to pay him full time. I didn’t even know she had any money to speak of until this came about, all in the last week or so.
Sonia has worked as a nude model, a dancer, and an artist, but she’s also the lead singer in a pop band, one which I will not divulge the name of here. For a few years it was more hobby than profession, but last year things suddenly took off – not so much in the United States, but in East Asia. In the spring they spent several months on tour through the Philippines, Vietnam, China, Japan, and South Korea, and it was a shocking success. Now they have a record contract, and they’ll start putting together their first commercial album in a few weeks. Once that’s out, they’ve arranged for another tour of the same region this fall. So the money is out there somewhere. Carl is going to have Sonia as muscular and hard-bodied as a natural woman can be, at least in the time remaining before the tour, because her stage costume is going to emphasize her as a strong, intimidatingly erotic Goddess of black feminine domination. That’s not what the cultural view of women usually is over there, and that’s why the shock value of Sonia’s performance is so lucrative: not to mention the fact that she has a to-die-for voice of power and range, an already flawlessly beautiful body and face, and an overwhelming stage presence. I hadn’t seen all the videos of her last tour until this morning, before we left, and I have no doubt that Sonia’s going to be a big star in that part of the world, and soon.
Sonia’s eroticism on stage is not just an act, she’s a completely and aggressively sexual being, apparently in all aspects of her life. I’m sure that as part of their business discussion, Sonia’s going to squeeze out whatever sexual energy Carl has left after having endured the three of us last night, and either he’s going to fuck her into next week, or she’s going to fuck him twice as far. Later, he’ll deliver her back into the hands of Henri, her patient, understanding, and also hot-as-hell partner.
I visualize Carl and Sonia together, naked, intense, both very physical and powerful people. I doubt if their sex when they’re alone is anywhere near as gentle as the shared fucking between Sonia, Megan, myself, and Carl last night. I surprise myself by feeling a twinge of something akin to jealousy. I don’t resent them being together, on the contrary, I embrace it. I encourage it, I enable it, I’m the one who introduced them, knowing that they would be inspired to fuck each other’s brains out at first sight.
What triggers my wistful sense of longing is the idea that they’re fucking alone. It’s been, how long, a week? (it’s one week, but it feels longer) Since I spent the night with Carl alone, or since he paid exclusive attention to me as he fucked the stored semen of my other lover out of my sloppy cunt and replaced it with his own. And since meeting Megan and Hera during that same week, I’ve spent precious little exclusive time with Taylor either. Surprisingly, I miss that.
I’m really not complaining, in a lot of ways the sharing of our sexuality as a team, as a tribe, is the most exciting development of my life. The last couple of weeks have revolutionized my experience and my outlook. I’d fucked Sonia and Henri as a threesome on occasion previously, before she’d left for her last tour. It was adventurous and beautiful, and left me eager for more. But it wasn’t especially life-changing, Sonia and Henri are an established couple, and though their relationship is wide open, they’re also as devoted to each other as any monogamous couple I know. I was participating in an already existing structure, not building a new one. In the same sense, Taylor, my primary partner, never had an issue with my habit of shuttling back and forth between he and Carl. After all, I knew Carl first, and we were FWBs rather than a full couple when I met Taylor. Neither guy is the possessive type, and neither one has dared to impose a claim on me. I can’t imagine my life without both of them.
But Carl and Taylor rarely fucked me in the same place at the same time. The shuttling after Carl discovered his love of sloppy seconds led to my effort to develop the skill to accommodate that, the talent of keeping Taylor’s spent semen tightly inside my cunt as I drive over to Carl’s house so he can push it aside with his cock. I’ve become good at it, and I enjoy it. I’m going to miss it soon, at least for a while.
All that said, I do miss the intimacy of one on one. Exhibitionist that I am, sexual choreographer that I tend to become when I have companions involved, thrilled as I am at witnessing and participating in the orgasms of my dearest, and soon-to-be dearest friends, I also treasure the quiet cuddles of just me and my lover, the pillow talk, the sharing of dreams and joys and endearments that seem diluted with multiple witnesses. Just before I introduced Carl to Sonia, the last time we spent the night alone together, just a week ago, he had opened up to me in ways I had never heard before. After two years of developing our relationship, he had finally trusted me enough to reveal secrets of his past, his fears, his hopes, his deepest imaginings, that his false male stoicism had so far denied. I knew then that he simply had to meet and fuck Sonia. I knew it would be good for him. I didn’t realize how good. I didn’t realize how good it would turn out for Sonia, either.
I glance over at Megan. Maybe it’s not so much that she’s been silent, maybe the roar of my own thoughts has drowned out anything she wanted to say. She’s in her own reverie, her eyes are staring through the windshield, but they’re focused inside her head. Suddenly, her beautiful peaceful face inverts into a frown.
“Are you ok?” I ask. I have no idea how she’s reacting to all this. She’s so young, so inexperienced, and her world has become topsy-turvy over a few days.
“I just started thinking of how I need to have a long talk with my Mom,” she sighs. “It’s going to hit her like a ton of bricks. I mean, it was unexpected for me, but at least I had kind of fantasized before now. There’s nothing in the world that’s prepared her for this.”
I know what she means. My relationship with my parents has been nearly nonexistent for years, I owe them no explanations or justifications. Megan, on the other hand, has a devoted mother, one who has toiled and sacrificed in ways I can’t begin to imagine, with the hope of her daughter having a safe and successful life, one that had eluded herself. I only know what Megan has told me, but they are close.
“Do you have to tell her right away?” I stall.
“As soon as I can sit her down,” she nods. “Maybe late tonight, after I get home from work. I might have to wake her up. Shit, that’s going to be hard on her. But I can’t lie to her. I already feel bad that I’ve been avoiding talking to her, although I wouldn’t really have known what to say until now. I mean the world to her, she loves me, and she needs to know the real truth about me. I hope she accepts it, but it won’t be easy for her. She’s kind of got that Catholic vibe, you know.”
“I think I do,” I nod. “Do you think that affects how you feel about your own experience?”
“Not at all!” She suddenly brightens. “Tethys, meeting you and Taylor, and now Carl, and Sonia, and Henri, and all this… This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me! It’s a dream come true! I know, it’s a strange dream, I doubt if other girls ever have it, but I’ve wanted to have this kind of relationship all my life.”
“Um, at least I hope it’s a relationship. You guys kind of acted like it was. I’d hate it if you never called me again.”
“Megan, from what we know of you so far, I can’t see any of us ever giving you up,” I assure her. ”It’s only since I met Taylor that I’ve realized myself the kind of relationships I really wanted. I thought my desire for having both Taylor and Carl at the same time was just a weird kink of my own, but I did some reading and discovered there are other people like us. A lot of the common ideas about polyamory, and even general promiscuity are misleading. I have a book that might help you organize your ideas for when you talk to your mom. I’ve begun to think that what I really wanted was a tight little intimate group of mutual partners that could all share together. And then I met Sonia, and Henri, and Jo and Joe, and then Hera – I can’t wait for you to meet her as well – and then you, and it’s like everything I dreamed of is taking shape. I’m so happy you’re part of my world now, I just want us all to be worthy of you!”
She claps her hands under her chin, her eyes are wet. “I was also thinking of what I said last night, that my life has changed, and I’m a different person now. Maybe I’m not really a different person, maybe I was always this person struggling to get out.”
“It might be both,” I muse. “We’re all growing, and we change in a lot of ways as we grow. You’ve had a lot going on and it’s been sudden.”
“Well, whatever my career plans were before have changed, I know that,” she pronounces. “And that’s part of what I need to explain to my Mom about. I think I want to study all aspects of sexual health and fitness. I want to devote my life to sexuality, to study it, to understand it, and to live it!” She gestures expansively.
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