Joe and Joanne Hill have made it emphatically clear that we are not to bring anything to the party. No beer, no drinks, no food. “Bring only yourselves and your desires,” Jo told us. We take her at her word. After yesterday’s successful adventure of driving naked to the lake, I decide to take the risk once more. When we head to the Jeep, we’re both naked. I’m not even bringing shoes this time. Carl brings his wallet with his driver’s license. We have our phones.
We have written directions to the house, as well as GPS on the Maps app, so we aren’t too worried about getting lost. It’s a beautiful neighborhood, an older subdivision in the Balcones Park area near Mount Bonnell on what used to be Austin’s west side. It’s across town, but we have plenty of gas and the traffic isn’t too bad. Being Sunday, we pass a few well-dressed church-goers, and giggle at how they contrast with our nakedness. We get there with no difficultly, and park on the sidewalk in front of the house, as the driveway is already occupied. We notice Sonia’s BMW already here, as well as Megan’s little Ford.
We feel just a bit exposed stepping out of the Jeep naked onto the street and sidewalk, but fortunately there is a lull in traffic and no one in sight outside for a moment, so we hurry across the front yard to the house. We ring the doorbell and Joanne, fortunately as naked as we are, ushers us in. Mimi and Ray hug us as we enter, and I make a beeline to Henri as soon as I see him, wanting to feel that huge cock rub against my crotch as I give him a hello squeeze.
“Tethys, you brighten the room when you walk in, I’m so happy to see you!” he smiles with his usual golden voice. I immediately feel a spot of wetness, and I know Henri is sincere about being happy to see me, since I can feel his manhood extend and tighten with our contact.
Megan is naked too, although not looking quite as comfortable as usual. She is standing beside her mother, who is equally uncomfortable looking, and completely dressed.
“Tethys, this is Rena, my mom,” Megan’s voice quavers a little as she introduces us. Rena takes my hand.
“Tethys. Megan has told me all about you. You’re the one who introduced her to all… this.”
It sounds like an accusation, although I can’t be completely sure it’s not just a trick of the general tension. Part of me wants to run away and put as much distance between us as possible, and part of me wants to sit down with her and offer her a long detailed explanation as to why this is the best lifestyle for all of us in this particular group. I simply smile and say “Megan is such a joy to know, and such a wonderful person. You did a superb job raising her.” I hope it helps. Rena smiles and nods for a moment. Looking more closely at her, I’m surprised to see that she looks much younger than I had assumed she’d be. I’d expected someone on the order of Joanne’s or Phoebe’s age, but Rena, even though life has obviously worn her down some, doesn’t seem much older than myself or Taylor. The realization hits me that she must have given birth to Megan when she was very, very young, and that’s a sad thought to contemplate. Her life must have been hard indeed. Now I feel I understand the source of her worry – it’s not misplaced.
Joanne is happy to rescue me by offering me a tour of the house. It’s nicely laid out on the inside, not huge but comfortable, with four bedrooms, three baths, and a massive kitchen and den. The back yard is gorgeous. There’s a patio with a pool on the far edge, which then drops down to a steeply sloped yard surrounded by a concrete wall. It’s completely private, sunny, and inviting. I can see why they chose it. It’s the kind of place you’d never need to wear clothes in or outside.
I notice a lack of art on the walls indoors, and the thought strikes me that perhaps they’d like a couple of my paintings. I decide to hold the thought for later.
Not too long after the crowd grows as Hera and Taylor arrive. But not just Hera and Taylor. True to her word, she has brought along Phoebe, her mother, and her father, who I’ve never seen before. He looks professorial, less than average height, thin, bespectacled, with somewhat rumpled gray hair, a gray mustache, and of all things, a tweed jacket. He introduces himself as Herakles.
“Herakles?” I ask. “Is that why you named her Hera? Is she named after you?”
“That would be an irony for the mythology,” he laughs softly. “Originally, Hera was a sort of stepmother and then mother in law to Heracles, but she always hated him and wanted him dead. But even the Greeks were known to evolve their mythology to keep up with changing times, so it seems fitting in this almost reversed culture to invert the relationship. THIS Herakles is Hera’s father and loves her dearly. And our Hera is not jealous and vindictive, but loving, kind, erotic, inclusive and passionate.”
”She is all that!” I agree. “I’m sure you’re part of the reason for who she is. I’ve been hoping to meet you.”
“Thank you,” he smiles. “But I’m not sure either one of us is the reason. She’s been her own person since she was born. The determination to be nude, and the vast scope of her sexually intense eroticism is her own. Phoebe never started talking about the Goddess, and was never much into erotica until Hera kind of overwhelmed us with it. I think it’s her way of dealing with the wonder and confusion.”
“She’s become Hera’s biggest fan!” I laugh. “And we love having her around. I’m grateful that you share her with us.”
He shakes his head, smiling. “It’s not my doing. I’m just riding the wave, trying to keep my head above water. But in a way, I am proud of both of them. I’m glad they’ve found this supportive little tribe, as I’m told you refer to it. I hope it doesn’t turn out to be a cult!”
“Me too!” I agree. My thought is that Phoebe may be the one we need to caution about that.
Hera and Phoebe introduce themselves to our hosts and spend some time making small talk. Megan takes advantage of Taylor’s arrival. Once he’s safely undressed and has gotten through his initial greetings, she intercepts him and grasps him firmly by the cock. With a smile, she begins to squeeze and pull until it responds to her liking. His own smile is a bit befuddled, not sure what she has in mind. Now that he’s the size and shape she’s looking for, she holds him firmly by what is now a love handle in every sense of the word, and leads him by it across the room to introduce him to her mother.
“Mom, this is Taylor. He’s Tethys’ boyfriend. It was Tethys and Taylor who inspired me to go for what I really want to do.”
Taylor and Rena exchange a rather awkward handshake, Megan still clamping her fingers on his cock, which remains mostly expanded. Rena is making an effort not to look at it.
“Mom, this is not the thing you were worried about,” Megan continues. “Nobody’s hurting me or abusing me. This is my choice. I’m going to be a nudist and I’m going to be fucking the people in this group, because I love them and they love me and I love to fuck. These are the people I want to be with. I’m going to be fucking Taylor in this house, or maybe out at the pool, where everybody can watch. You can watch too, Mom. I hope you do. Hera’s mom watches her fuck, and it’s amazing. I didn’t say making love, and I didn’t say having sex, even though I’m doing both of those things too. But what I’m doing specifically is fucking. I don’t want to use euphemisms for it. It’s fucking. Period. I’m going to have this cock right here…” she gestures with her free hand to make sure her mother does look, “inside me, and I’m going to be sliding it in and out and I’m going to be wet and having orgasms all over it, and he’s going to be blasting his cum inside me. That’s just something you’re going to have to accept. But what I really hope is that you don’t just accept it, but embrace it, and that you’re happy for me.”
Rena doesn’t look happy at the moment, but she does seem resigned, and Megan is soon off again. She doesn’t plan to monopolize Taylor’s time, and for now, she joins Hera in getting more acquainted with Henri and his monster. Part of me feels a little disappointed for all three, Henri is a wonderful person with many fantastic qualities, but these two girls seem most interested in only the full frontal one. I had grown up with the myth that a woman should be first and foremost interested in a man’s character, that any physical attributes are secondary. When I was Megan and Hera’s age, I still accepted that, although it had always been a difficult struggle, but I had also found that every man I took interest in turned out to have some pretty serious shortcomings in the character department. When I first saw Carl that day at Hippie Hollow, I was drawn exclusively to his physical attributes – his frame, his muscles, and that uniquely spectacular cock, but ironically, what began as a physical-only friends-with-benefits scenario grew into something wonderfully complete, as he turned out to be a man I could trust and truly care for.
Still, I can’t blame Megan and Hera, Henri’s massive cock truly is a sight to behold, as well as being fun to hold, and Hera’s mother seems smitten by it as well. Hopefully, someday they’ll get to know him better, and his beautiful sexual equipment, and the beautiful sex that he enables with it, will lead them to seeing the rest of his attractive character traits. In the meantime, he doesn’t seem bothered by their attention, and his swollen extended anaconda is providing them with a new world of fascination. They’re going to be challenged to fit the whole thing inside them, and I know they’re going to want to try.
Despite the initial playfulness and exploration, there’s a remarkable absence of intense sex occurring for a while. We spend most of the afternoon lounging around either inside or on the terrace around the pool. We come and go freely back and forth, with a lot of swimming and splashing, some relaxed sunning, a bit of snacking and a lot of good conversation.
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