Now I head for the kitchen to avoid further interruption, and whip up a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, fruit, and milk. I make a mental note to add some groceries for Hera’s kitchen on my next shopping list. She can no more than I afford to support multiple hungry adults. Taylor and Hera, meanwhile, race each other to the bathroom. Both desperately need to pee. Taylor gets there first, but Hera’s not discouraged. She turns on the shower and simply makes it part of her cleanup routine. Taylor soon joins her.
“Good!” I think to myself. “At least my fuck will be a fresh one.”
It’s a nice breakfast with nice conversation. Surprisingly, very little of it is sexual. We talk art and politics and family. Hera hasn’t met Taylor’s family, which is relatively large and close-knit. Eventually they’ll be meeting all of us, and they’ll learn all about their sainted sibling’s social life. I hope they’ll be able to handle it.
We finish eating, clean up, and brush our teeth. At that moment Taylor lifts me up and carries me to the bed.
“No more dilly-dallying!” he says in almost a scolding tone. “I have something you need, and you are going to share it with the world!”
He’s right.
He drops me bodily on the bed, and Hera sits beside me, ready to do her part. I love how his cock is already fully extended, his flight deck cleared for action. Before I become the center of attention and the object of desire, there’s something I want to do first.
“Stand by the bed. A little closer.” I sit up on the edge of the mattress facing him. “I really want to suck your cock for a few minutes. Just a little commune time.”
It’s been too long (a day and a half?) since I’ve had a cock exclusively directed to my mouth. I don’t want him to cum in it this time, but I want to experience the texture, the heat, the fullness in my mouth, and the sweet slipperiness of whatever pre-cum he manages to produce. Just as I grab it and prepare to envelop it in my lips I change my mind – just a little. I clamber onto my elbows and knees.
“Hera, would you mind licking my pussy while I suck Taylor’s cock?” Hera would not have asked had the roles been reversed. She would have commanded, and I would have happily obeyed. But I’m not asking her to do anything she doesn’t want to do. She immediately takes her position behind me, and I feel that delightful wet friction as she expertly services my womanhood.
I spend a few happy minutes getting intimately reacquainted with that cock. It’s heaven. I can’t spend too long, though, because I want him to fuck me as much as he does. I savor the play, the taste, the proximity, the familiarity, as I savor the sensations that Hera is inducing into my own sex. I’m not the best at foreplay, or at least not the neediest for it. I love giving it, but then it’s not foreplay, it’s just “play.” For now, I’m warmed up, and while I would be perfectly happy to spend an extended time cocksucking, there’s only one cock in sight, and I can’t suck it and fuck it at the same time. I want it inside me.
I kneel up straight, pulling away from Taylor in my mouth and Hera at my cunt simultaneously. Then I flip over on the bed, spread my legs, and invite Taylor in. Nothing fancy, just old fashioned missionary style deep straight fucking. I want semen in me, and lots of it. I want to hold it there and not let it leak out. I have responsibilities.
Taylor has been fucking and been sucked for hours last night without an orgasm. A few moments of getting sucked again this morning wasn’t a big deal in the overall scheme. He was ready already and he’s ready now. He leans over me, puts my legs one at a time over his shoulders, and slides into me with no more fanfare. Nothing fancy, just old fashioned missionary style deep straight fucking.
But Hera’s here. That means nothing is truly simple or straightforward. She flops next to me on the bed, and smiles into my eyes as I turn my face to acknowledge her. I’m still not used to how beautiful she is, and right now she’s amazing to look at. Her round, greenish brown eyes are like liquid pools in a Louisiana cypress swamp, deep and mysterious, easy to get lost in. She leans over and kisses me, and the touch of our lips corresponds to the impact of Taylor’s cock as it rams home, and of his balls bouncing on my perineum. My orgasm is sudden and surprising, and I cry out as much in amazement as in pleasure. I love the unpredictability of my orgasms when I’m wound up and ready. But this is just a first. Without Hera here, stroking, kissing, whispering, watching, and smiling at me this sex would be almost mundane. I think of Megan, and of her new enthusiasm for sex with more than one person at a time. Group polyamory does get logistically and emotionally complex, but there’s nothing like it for raw sexual power! I think we’re all addicted by now.
I manage a couple more increasingly intense orgasms over the next few minutes and Taylor finally allows himself his own. It’s a big one. His whole body shivers as his cock pumps pulse after pulse against my cervix. His croaking, choking, moaning cries finally subside, and as soon as he releases my legs and pulls free of my pussy I lock the opening down. A couple of drops escape, those that oozed from his cockhead or were wiped against my labia as he withdrew, but I’m not concerned about them They can keep my inner lips moist for a while yet.
Hera takes immediate advantage of his free, still partly engorged, and very sloppy penis, and it amuses me to hear the whimpering sounds coming from them: Taylor whimpering with the agony of pleasure from his super-sensitized and now re-stimulated organ, and Hera whimpering with the fulfillment of greedy desire as she slurps and laps up the sticky goo coating. I find my phone and take a quick snapshot of the idyllic scene. Hera smiles and giggles with her mouth still stuffed with cock – the cleanup has already transitioned into a drawn-out blow job, and I attach it as a message to Phoebe and the rest of our tribe. Within seconds I’m getting back appreciative emojis in response.
I come to Taylor and stand on my toes to give him an affectionate kiss.”Thank you for everything you do and everything you are, you sexy God of a man!” I tell him. Even in the midst of the pleasure radiating up from his cock, he manages a blush.
“Thank YOU!” he responds. “I love you!”
I kneel beside Hera and kiss her cheek, on the bulge that Taylor’s glans is pressing outwards. “He’s no longer just my boyfriend, he’s OUR boyfriend,” I say. “Take good care of him, and have fun today!”
“Mmmmm,” she answers, and smiles through her fullness. I kiss her again and then stand to leave.
“See you folks tomorrow!” I call back cheerfully. “Save a little bit of yourselves for the party!”
At the door, I toss my sundress over me and slip into my sandals. Of course bra and panties are not part of the package. I grab my purse, walk outside into the sultry morning heat and humidity, and slide into my already blazing hot Hyundai. I feel almost a slosh inside me, as Taylor’s liquid contribution to my anatomy makes a weak attempt to drip out. I tighten my internals, and turn the key. The jizz inside me seems unusually voluminous today. I suspect that Taylor is adapting just as I am. In the last couple of weeks we’ve all had much more sex than ever before. More partners, more time devoted, more orgasms, and much more demand on our fluid manufacturing equipment. Our bodies have responded as they would to any other form of exercise – faced with a repeating challenge, we’ve increased our respective capacities to meet the challenge. And then Taylor’s had a little extra time between releases the last day or so. He’d logically have more in reserve. I think about the concepts of coordinated stimulation and recovery, and wonder if we can arrange our sexual logistics in a way to maximize all our capacities. This is going to take some study.
The half hour drive to Carl’s house is uneventful, and between my familiarity with the route and my feeling of general satisfaction from a belly full of breakfast, a vagina full of semen, and a spirit full of love, I remember none of it. When I pull into Carl’s driveway it’s like I’ve just puffed into existence here. The door and front windows are open, as usual when the gym is in use. Sonia’s BMW is already parked in front of me. I look at the street on either side of the driveway and see no activity, so I decide to be bold and remove my dress in the car. I step out naked and walk towards the house carrying the wadded dress and my handbag together in the same hand.
As soon as I hear the lock on the car door click, the sound of another vehicle approaching captures my attention. A momentary shock of adrenaline hits me, and I extend my stride to make it to the front door faster. Too late. A car rounds the corner in front of the house, and the driver looks out the window directly at me, getting the full eye candy. Busted.
Running now would look silly, so I stand facing the vehicle as it pulls up to the house and stops. My posture is straight and proud. I may be in a shameful state as far as society is concerned, but I know I have nothing to be ashamed of. Who is going to judge?
“Tethys, you look so fantastic!” says Megan as she steps out of the old Ford Echo. “You know I want to be like you!” She immediately removes her clothes and tosses them back into the car. She steps up to me giggling, and we finish the walk to the front door naked and together.
“Do you have cum inside you?” she whispers as we get ready to open the screen. I smile and nod, and Megan presses her hands to her chin and squeaks happily. The door doesn’t squeak, just Megan, and we make it into the house silently. I set my dress, bag and sandals in a corner of the entry way, Megan has nothing to divest herself of but flip flops. Walking hand in hand to the sunken den at the rear of the house, the room that Carl has transformed into the perfect home gym, we stand for a moment and take in the sight.
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