A Tribe For Tethys, Part 2 Chapter 12 by MimiRay

Chapter 12: Songs of LoveCarl and I are showered and shaved, the sheets are freshly changed, and I lay atop him in the August heat. His cock is deeply embedded inside me, but it’s resting here, just enough movement between the two of us to keep it firm and inserted. It’s not going to be a passionate fuck, but a relaxing one. Neither of us has any need to cum. I just like the warm and satisfying feeling of it taking up the empty space inside my no longer lonely pussy.

“So,” I ask idly, stroking the top of his smooth bronze scalp, “was today a good day for you?”

“Fantastic!” he chuckles. “I got all the boxes ticked off, without ticking anyone else off. I got my sloppy seconds, I had a good training session with three beautiful and sexy young women, several fabulous fucks with several fabulous gals, a good time at the lake with an enthusiastic audience, plenty to eat, and a couple of nice new friends. I’ve been a nudist for years, but I’ve been enjoying it a helluva lot more lately.”

“I agree with all that except for one point,” I correct him. “Those are MY sloppy seconds.”

“Conceded,” he smiles.

“You’ve been fucking a lot more women lately,” I muse, genuinely curious. “And a lot more often. Are you feeling depleted? Hornier? Used up? Increased capacity? I worry that all my guys might be getting overwhelmed by all these demanding horny women coming into their lives. Seriously, I’m not joking. I’m hornier than I’ve ever been. It’s like I’m on a honeymoon constantly. I’m getting fucked multiple times a day, and having multiple orgasms. But I’m not getting sore, and I’m not getting tired of it. I’m wanting it even more. And then Megan and Sonia are doing the same thing! You haven’t fucked Hera yet but she’s insatiable, and Joanne can’t get enough of you sometimes… are you sure you can keep up with the demand? I feel like we need to bring another guy into the group to keep you and Taylor especially, from getting overwhelmed, since you two are shouldering the majority of the load.”

“I’m fine,” he assures me. “Although I don’t think it’s our shoulders that are being challenged. But when I go on tour with Sonia, Taylor might have it even rougher, so you may have to bring in another guy for his sake. But you know, I might feel sexually deprived if I’m only fucking one woman for a couple of months.”

I snicker. “I doubt that. Sonia will bring her A-game. Without Henri’s giant cock to fill her she might be hungrier than you can imagine.”

“I hope Henri’s giant cock has more opportunity to make you happy without her keeping him from you,” he answers with surprising sincerity.

“You want me to send you pictures of that giant cock ramming inside me and filling me with cum?” I start to move on him a little more energetically as the vision inspires me.

“You know I do,” he says. “You know you’re going to want me pushing all that cum out of you with my cock, and flushing it out with my own cum. You’re going to wish I was there to do it.”

I take back what I said about having no need to cum. The excitement is building in me, as is the moisture. I don’t take back what I said about wanting even more sex. The more I’m getting, the more I’m wanting. And not just any sex. Deep fucking with big hard hot cocks. Carl and Taylor and Henri and Joe. I want them all to fuck me. Daily. Multiple times daily. Sequentially. Like porn stars. Like I’m a porn star. Goddam it, I want to gang bang all those bastards. I’m feeling so fucking selfish. Four guys, with five women that demand frequent satisfaction. When Carl and Sonia leave it will be three for four. Can the guys keep up? Carl thinks he can. He’s in his prime. Taylor? He hasn’t complained yet. Henri? He hasn’t fucked any of us nearly often enough. Maybe if he shoved that huge snake inside me more often I’d finally get sore. But I’m only getting it about once a week from him now. He’s going to have to step up. And Joe? He’s in his forties, fer cryin’ out loud. I’m amazed by the volume, sweetness, and frequency of his ejaculations so far, but he’s got to be working on borrowed time. He must have been one amazing specimen in his prime, though. There’s no doubt left in my mind. We’re going to have to add another very horny, very high-endurance, very open-minded, very fit, and very physically beautifully-shafted male to our bevy. It will be easier said than done. That’s a project for future consideration.

The idea drives me even further into the desire side of the spectrum. One more orgasm can’t hurt, can it? Damn, am I a freak of nature? Is everyone in this tribe a freak? Why do I need to cum so often? Why do I need to fuck so often? Why do I need so many cocks? I think of all the wives I know who are perfectly happy with their one man, their two to three times a week sexual ‘interludes’, which may occupy ten minutes of their evenings. I would go insane. But maybe I already am. I need this. I need to be fucked. I need to be fucked abundantly, frequently, repeatedly, with large, hard, hot, meaty, multiple cocks, with lots of sticky, sweet, salty, musky semen, filled with pheromones and endorphins. I need my orgasms. I need the orgasms of others. I need other women’s orgasms. But I especially need the orgasms of men. I need their sweet, sweet nectar. What is wrong with women who need less? What is wrong with me?

I lift my shoulders off of Carl to allow me to drive my weight down on his cock. He’s smiling at me, knowing my need, happy to fill it. He tenses his hip, thrusting just slightly into me while I do most of the work, bouncing needily up and down on him. I’m slippery and wet, but as tight as I want to be, as my cunt muscles squeeze and knead Carl’s willing flesh. My clit presses down with each impact onto his fleshy smooth pubic mound. I can smell my juices permeating the room. We were so clean, now my cunt juice is the only aroma. I scream out my orgasm, after having so many I’m still surprised to cum so intensely, so desperately. Again I wonder if there is something wrong with me to make me react this way. But the thought of me being a sick, helpless, pathological slut just makes me cum even harder. If that’s who I am, then I accept my addiction. And now I’m getting my fix. I’ll need another soon.

I let myself calm down while my pussy relaxes around his shaft. One orgasm should be enough for now. No reason to be selfish. Carl is nowhere near cumming himself. He’s not quite as controlled as Taylor and Joe, but he’s getting much better at it. I remember earlier today Joanne told Megan to “keep practicing” in her attempts to deep throat Carl. Megan’s not here now, but I realized I haven’t practiced that much lately. I’ve been so obsessed with getting my pussy filled, and those of my friends, that I’ve been tasting all my cum second hand. I want to get to the primary source tonight.

I pull up and Carl’s cock bounces free. It doesn’t flop or fall, it’s still rock hard and straight as a tree trunk. Or a rocket. It’s wet. Slimy. Sticky. Shiny. Beautiful. I snuggle up to him and rest my head on his belly. I know he’ll want to lick my cunt while I suck him, he enjoys 69 almost as much as sloppy seconds. But not now. I want no distractions. I want to savor him, to lovingly experience every detail of this unique, shapely, pretty cock, to work my tongue between glans and foreskin, to feel every rippling vein, every pebbly texture, to study the slitted exit orifice at the tip, the source of the creamy fluid I love so much. I want to squeeze it between my lips and tongue, to feel the soft, pliable and loose skin on the surface, and how it slides back and forth over the firmer, unseen but substantial flesh below, I want to map those subsurface structures with all my senses, my eyes, my fingers, my tongue, and my lips. My ears? Can I hear the blood rushing through those excited vessels? I put my ear to his shaft and listen, moving it slowly over every inch. He chuckles, but whimpers at the unfamiliar yet enticing sensation. I do hear the pulse. I feel the pulse in my mouth as I plunge onto it. And yes, I can deep throat Carl. Just as easily as Joanne can. Megan definitely needs more practice. I’ll help her get it. But not tonight. Tonight he’s mine.

My thoughts have not been of pleasing Carl. They’ve been of entertaining myself, of experiencing the manly equipment he offers me. I’m totally selfish. But it seems not to matter. My selfishness turns him on, and I feel that flesh strain as I roll it around in my mouth. A few more strokes and… yes, it gives me what I want. I had almost forgotten how much I crave this taste, this texture, this aroma. It’s a bouquet of many flavors, heady as a strong wine, but not chilled. Fruity, tangy, musky, earthy, salty, tingly, like warm seasoned butter, like the best of both mayonnaise and Miracle Whip. So many tastes in every slippery drop. The palette passes behind my palate, up into my sinuses from behind, clearing them out like a strong pepper spice. The liquid wants to come up and out my nose as well, but I keep it in as pulse after pulse gushes into my mouth. I don’t want to swallow, I want to let the taste percolate on my tongue. It feels heavenly.

I finally swallow it all down, and shift my snuggling up to Carl’s muscular chest as he wraps his arms around me. “I love you,” I confess as I feel the warmth of his body and listen to the beating of his heart below my ear. He’s already asleep. I follow soon after.

Sunday morning and I’m starving. There’s no need to rush to get to Joe and Jo’s house, there’s plenty of time for a generous breakfast. And there’s plenty of time to talk while we eat. One of many positive outcomes of Carl now having multiple women to fuck, who want to fuck him, and who make him feel desired and beautiful, is that the reticence with which I’ve had to deal for two years is rapidly disappearing. He talks more, more openly, and even, it seems, more intelligently about things I would have never thought him interested in before. Breakfast talk is almost like pillow talk. And it’s interesting talk. It’s still primarily about topics like weight training, coaching, fitness, and of course, women and fucking, but these are topics I enjoy as well. The time flies, and by the time we’re done I know we won’t be excessively punctual when we arrive at the party house.