It was only a few weeks ago when I was feeling bad for both Taylor and Carl. Both of them had spent most of their lives experiencing sexual rejection, some real, some self inflicted, from other women, before I came along. And although I love both of them, and they both repeatedly express their adoration for me, the relationships have seemed off balance. I have two men always there for me, and recently even more, at least occasionally, with Henri and Joe. I can get fucked practically on a whim, and often do. For Taylor and Carl, I was the only woman in their lives, and they had to share me, to accommodate my schedule, and those same whims that were working to my advantage. They deserved more sexual joy than they were getting, and I had made it a project of mine to add women to their sexual repertoire, to massage their egos, increase their confidence levels, and bring greater satisfaction to their sexuality. I didn’t think it would be easy. I expected it to take months. How surprised I am now, that the situation has changed so quickly. If anything, they now may be in more demand than they can endure, with Hera, Megan, Sonia, Joanne, and even Phoebe, it seems, being unabashed and insatiable admirers of their masculine charms. Oh, and I’m still here too. Now it seems I’m the one that has to wait my turn.
I can’t begrudge them, though. I do get to watch, and join in.
“I want to go again,” Hera proclaims as she recovers her breath. “Tethys, I want you to work my cunt. Get over here. Mom, give Tethys room. Stay right behind her. Stay close. I want you to see hear and smell everything, and be ready to taste. Taylor, will you be ready to cum next time around?”
“I think we can arrange that,” Taylor is practically laughing. “You are so hot when you’re in charge.”
I couldn’t agree more.
“Good!” Hera is still sounding stern. “Fuck me and don’t stop until you fill my cunt with the biggest fucking load you’ve got. If I cum, and I will, don’t you dare fucking stop, you motherfucker.”
“Technically, I think I’m a daughterfucker tonight. But I’m an obedient daughterfucker.”
Hera allows herself to break character enough for a smile to appear. “Ok, cockman. You know what to do. Tethys, you know what to do too. Mom, watch and learn!”
I have taken my position on the throw rug at the foot of the bed, between their legs, my tongue already working the merge point between male and female. Taylor takes the pause in stride, never going soft, and still fully inserted into Hera’s saturated folds. Hera resumes her slow hip gyrations, keeping her shoulders and head at a constant height while her pubes move forward and back, not so much a steady rhythm as a skilled and varied vaginal manipulation, enveloping, squeezing, and releasing Taylor’s cock in ways that bring maximum stimulation for both of them, and maximum visibility for her mother.
“Look at your little girl, mother. Feel what I’m feeling. This big, wide, fat cock, hot and throbbing with lust, pushing my tender fleshy walls apart, piercing me deep, making your nasty little girl leak thick slimy goo all over his pulsing flesh.”
“Not nasty at all,” Phoebe whispers. “Beautiful.”
“Keep looking at me, Mom. Beautiful and nasty! Look at that big fat cock stretching my tight little pussy. Fuck, it feels so good, so deep. I can feel it inside me, Mom. I can feel all around it with the nerves inside my wet slippery tunnel. I can squeeze it, Mom. I can tighten my pussy around it and pull it up into me. I’m leaking all over it, Mom. Look at Tethys. She’s slurping my dripping cunt, wiping her tongue on my clit (gasp!) running it up and down Taylor’s nasty sloppy cock. It’s nasty, Mom. We’re nasty. We’ve been fucking and sucking and drooling and slobbering and dripping and cumming all day. We haven’t cleaned up. We have crusty dried up cum and sweat and slop smeared all over us. Fuck, it smells so nasty! You know we stink, Mom. We smell like too much dirty dried sex. Oh, we’re so nasty! I’m so filthy, and so fucking horny, Mom. I need this stinky sloppy cock plunging up my nasty stinky slutty over sexed, overused cunt!”
The monologue continues almost unabated. Taylor holds his position, Hera’s doing all the work, nearly all of it with her abdominal and glute muscles, as well as working his shaft with her vaginal muscles. Her breathing is louder, her words interrupted by gasps and groans and silent gaps. She’s getting close.
“Mom, he’s fucking me so good! I love… to fuck… Mom… watch… me fuck… his… aaaaah, nasty cock!”
Her voice suddenly raises in pitch, and with a choked refrain of “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” her rhythm halts and a new pulse of slippery goo comes sliding down that already shiny shaft. Stale or nasty or whatever we are, it tastes delicious to me. Hera quivers and moans for what seems like a full minute, then collapses down, leaning back onto Taylor’s chest.
“Need more,” she pants. “Need water.”
Phoebe immediately hurries to the kitchen and brings back two glasses of ice water. By the time she returns Hera is sitting upright again, still impaled on Taylor’s still-hard cock. Phoebe hands her a glass and hands me the other one, then leaves again. When she reappears she has two more glasses, and Hera’s breathing is almost back to normal. I’m even more aware of the powerful aroma of both stale and fresh sex filling the room.
She offers another glass to Taylor, who leans up a little more to receive it, his cock still fully hard and completely inside Hera’s bald and glistening pussy. Phoebe takes a long, smiling look at it, and takes a sip from the remaining glass.
“You two look so precious together,” she says, continuing to stare wistfully at the pussy-penis intersection. “The Goddess works wonders through you. Not like that last guy, ‘Whatshisname,’ and his spindly furry girlfriend.”
“’Whatshisname’ is the right name for both of them, really. And she was supposed to be my girlfriend, and he was supposed to be my boyfriend.” There’s still a trace of bitterness in her voice. She’s told me about their betrayal.
“You didn’t know the Goddess as well then, Dear. But how could you? They blocked Her. The Goddess can’t work through walled-off souls. I could see it then. Look how Taylor’s manhood fills you up, Whatshisname’s dick couldn’t do that. When he was inside you there was a gap between his shaft and your inner tunnel. Not just a physical gap but a spiritual gap as well. And they resented me being with you during your lovemaking. But look how the Goddess blesses you now. She fills you with love and joy and beauty, She amplifies your raw lust into something with meaning and power. And She works through Taylor and Tethys too, and little Megan, who’s such a delight. It might be generations before such a blessed group of people come together in passion and pleasure again, and the Goddess is not going to let this chance pass. You are all meant to be together, and I’m going to do whatever I can to make these rituals of blessing successful. The Goddess blesses me too, as your mother, and to be able to share all the sacred sights, sound, scents, and memories that She brings.”
“That was elegant and profound, Mother,” Hera laughs. “I can’t think of a more flowery way for you to confess that you’re really just a voyeuristic old perv who gets off on helping your daughter’s cunt get drilled. And that’s why I love you. I’ll always want you to be my mother, and you have an open invitation to watch me fuck whoever and whenever. But there are certain responsibilities that go along with the privilege.”
She pivots on Taylor’s cock, facing him. “Speaking of drilled,” she says, returning to her command voice. “I need to cum again, but the only way I can cum now is if you shoot a big load inside me. You gonna be up for that?”
“I’m already up,” Taylor smirks. “And down. I’ll happily and reverently fill your amphora of passion with my sacred blessed man-nectar. May Goddess have mercy on your soul.”
“Then roll me over on this nasty soaked wet bed and fuck the hell out of me, you fucker. Drill my cunt and spew in it and make sure that fucker overflows!”
“Yes Ma’am!” Taylor does as he’s told, and without his cock ever slipping out of her has her on her back, leaning steeply over her. One at a time, he takes her legs, raising them up and over his shoulder, leaving her pelvic floor tilted upwards to him, his cock still embedded all the way in her, his balls resting against her tight ass. He begins with slow, deep thrusts, then transitions into a technique that I know well – it drives me wild when he does it to me. I’m almost as breathless watching to see how it affects Hera.
He pauses, all the way inside her, then slowly, slowly, ever so gradually draws his penis out of her. She gasps with the drawn out sensation, and then gasps again in anticipation as he halts, with the head of his cock just barely inside her entrance. He waits, she expects another thrust. It doesn’t come. He waits. Her vaginal muscles clench, but the tip of his glans is just barely out of reach of them. She can feel him but can’t grip him. Frustration begins to build, impatience.
“Put it inside me, goddam you!” she hisses, and Taylor smiles. He waits another few seconds, and without warning slams it home. Hera howls in surprise and delight, her eyes bulging wide. Taylor nestles deep for a moment, then begins another excruciatingly slow withdrawal, and another long pause at the entrance. Each time he does it, he varies the timing a little, so Hera never knows when his next thrust is coming. Even watching it, I can feel the tension, the anticipation, the frustration, and finally the thrill repeated each cycle. I love it when he does it to me, but I can only take it for a limited amount of time. After a few minutes, I absolutely require a hard and fast pounding, and Hera is feeling the same way.
“Fuck me PLEEEEAAASE!” she whimpers, and Taylor finally gives in. One more solid slam, and he immediately transitions to a rapid-fire series of hip thrusts that has her sobbing and squealing and blubbering. I motion Phoebe to kneel immediately behind them again so she can get a close-up view of Taylor’s cock pounding her daughter’s cunt. I stand just behind her, my hands resting on Taylor’s ass, giving it just a little push with each thrust. I’m not really helping, but I do like to feel how his glutes flex as he’s fucking. I haven’t had many chances to see and feel it from this angle until recently.
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