Chapter 9: ... To Megan

There was no hurry to leave early on Sunday morning. I knew Tethys would have breakfast at Carl’s, and another fuck. Hera was thinking about the same thing, and our morning fuck was slow, relaxed, comfortable, gentle, and even conversational. We started with a leisurely shower, washing and shaving one another. That alone would have made for a satisfying morning. Once we were freshened up and dried, I had Hera lay back on her bed and spread her legs for the optimal view of her pussy. I grabbed my camera and took what I considered to be an artistic shot of that beautiful spread. I knew Tethys would appreciate the reminder.

With no Phoebe to interrupt us this time, as much as I’d enjoyed her presence yesterday, I was in the mood for an extended cunnilingus session. I’d gone years tasting no other pussy but Tethys’, and then in the last week had experienced the delight of both Sonia’s and Joanne’s. Those had been busy social gatherings, though, and I hadn’t been given time to truly savor them and get as closely acquainted as I would have liked. Hera’s mom had cut our time short yesterday. This morning I wanted to relax into it, and spend some quality time with that lovely sight, taste, smell, and texture – if Hera was willing. She was, and we devoted a good hour to oral sensual pleasure. I’m sure the Goddess was pleased. I immersed myself in her floral nectar, and her orgasms, gradual and gentle this morning compared to those previously, was part of my reward. The other part was simply the experience itself.

We kissed, and she enjoyed tasting herself on my mouth. I enjoyed the additional tastes and textures of her belly, her nipples, her shoulders, her neck, her lips, her tongue, and her earlobes. There was no part of her that wasn’t a joy to be close to. We were both more than ready for me to be inside her. I was on top this time, I controlled the pace and the intensity, and enjoyed myself without hurry, without desperation, and without the sense of needing to perform for her mother.

Hera came easily, twice more, not screaming and choking, but with the most endearing little mewing sounds, gentle on my ears, and happy in my heart. My own ejaculation seemed mellow, I didn’t feel my cock explode so much as gently release, the sounds became even more liquid, and the seepage dripped down my balls. The feeling was celebratory.

“Would you like to go somewhere for breakfast?” I invited her, thinking of avoiding the need for her to expend her resources in feeding me. My alternative would have been to go and pick something up to bring it back.

“Not at all,” she answered. “I’m going to stay home today, I’m going to stay naked, and I’m going to enjoy your cum dribbling down my thighs for the next couple of hours. We have plenty to eat here.”

We did indeed, and we had good coffee, without which Hera’s life would have been meaningless. I got the feeling that, at least at times, coffee was where she found the true blessings of the Goddess.

I took my leave after breakfast, and the goodbye kiss was as affectionate and hopeful as any I’d ever received. There was no doubt in my mind that both Tethys and myself would be seeing more of Hera – and Phoebe too, undoubtedly. I drove home with an unmovable smile on my face.

Once I got inside, the clothes came off. I knew Tethys would expect me to be naked when I greeted her, and it was a pleasant anticipation. No sooner had I disposed of my wardrobe when the phone buzzed, and a text arrived from Tethys. “Leaving Carl’s now – meet you soon?”

I typed in “Can’t wait!” and added the recent picture of Hera’s pussy as a teaser. As I sent it, I knew the mood was already set.

Tethys arrived in a good mood. She always did after a Saturday with Carl. I had to hand it to the guy, he treated her just the way she needed and wanted to be treated. If I was going to share her with anybody, there was no better co-lover for her than Carl.

The sound of her coming through the door had a happily Pavlovian effect on me, and as I rushed to the entrance to meet her I knew she was going to be happy to see what I was presenting. It was strange to consider now, that after all the sex I’d had this week, including oodles of it on Friday night and all day and night yesterday, I was still ready, capable, and eager to give my all to Tethys. It had been only last Thanksgiving weekend when multiple consecutive days of abundant sex and ejaculations had completely worn me out. Tethys and I had been working on my conditioning since then, under the theory that the body adapts to the demands placed upon it. I had adapted, and it was a powerful feeling.

I arrived just in time to see the last of her clothing disappear into the side room. She looked at me with a huge grin that melted my heart, and sent throbbing jolts to my cock.

“I am so happy to see you!” I told her as we met in a passionate kiss. As soon as we disengaged she put one finger on her lips as if to shush me, and her other hand wrapped itself around my already skin-tight shaft. She led me by it to the bedroom, pushed me onto the bed, gave my cock a couple of slobbering wet sucks and kisses, and in her very Tethys way climbed on top of me and impaled herself. She leaned her small but perky tits over me and I automatically lifted my hands up to caress and squeeze them, twisting and pulling on her nipples as a bonus. She gasped with pleasure, and ground over my crotch in a tight circle for a minute or two. Finally, when she had settled down to a steady rhythm, she broadened her smile at me still further.

“Now we can talk,” she said. I assume you got Hera home safely yesterday?”

I laughed, and in the midst of our heavy breathing related the entire tale of the Hera and Phoebe Massacree, with a little orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that, and Tethys laughed in all the right places. She got stimulated in all the right places too, because there were parts of the tale that were highly arousing – and not just for her to hear about. Reliving them was a lot of fun for me, too. At just the point where I was, to the best of my memory, voice, and lung capacity, repeating Hera’s “fuck me watch me cum” monologue to her mother, Tethys went over the top and had a huge, shuddering, liquidy orgasm. That was even more fun.

After she recovered, I completed my tale. She asked a couple of clarifying questions, and I was able to answer them relatively lucidly. It was getting increasingly hard to think straight, primarily because Tethys knew I was close, and she was determined to bring it out of me. I could tell from her mood that my orgasm would trigger her own, and when we came together, there truly was harmony in the air.

I was still surprised by how well I was recovering after sex these days. Sure, being in shape helped, I was a recreational runner after all, and my lungs and stamina were excellent, but that had been true for years, and it hadn’t reflected in my sexual capacity until recently. It had to be the frequency. I had to admit Tethys was also becoming increasingly swift in the come-back capability. We were training each other, and getting pretty damn good. Tethys focused on bringing it out of me, my tale faltered, our breaths quickened, and BAM! I felt the hot squirting of my conquest fill her already wet joy. We very much had gotten pretty damn good.

No sooner had my erection begun to fade than Tethys pulled off my cock with a long slooshing sound, and then pivoted. Her mouth clamped itself onto the base of my shaft, and her pussy pushed itself into my face to complete the Tethys-on-top 69. She released the clamp on her vaginal muscles, and my seed dribbled from her pussy into my mouth. I let it coat my tongue, and added it to the extra lubricant as I continued making love to her demanding female flesh with my fingers and tongue and lips. Within a few minutes, my cock was licked shiny clean, her cunt was likewise, and she had one more quivering squealing orgasm to remember for it.

After a bit of a recovery cuddle, we got dressed. We typically tried to get a few miles of running in at least four or five days a week, and although we didn’t usually run together, Sunday was our main chance to do just that. We had a familiar five mile route around my neighborhood, which we could do in a half an hour plus a few minutes if we pushed it, and we returned breathless and sweaty, dispensing with our clothes once more as quickly as we could.

We showered together, with a reasonable but not excessive amount of gratuitous play as we washed one another, and then had a light lunch. We spent the afternoon between my bedroom and the living room, watching Phoebe’s video record of my sexual adventures with Hera first, and then the videos from Saturday’s weight training, sloppy seconds, and Hippie Hollow starring Tethys, Carl, Sonia, Joe, Jo, and whatever onlookers managed to get themselves into the picture. The visual stimulation from the videos combined with the sensual stimulation of Tethys’ focused touching got me plenty hard enough to fill her pussy again, at least with my firm cock if not any more semen. We watched the adventures with Tethys impaled on my lap, gyrating slowly, getting totally off on watching herself fuck. I couldn’t blame her, she looked spectacular when she was having sex. It was nice having Sonia and Joanne in the scenes too.

She climbed off of me when it ended, no further orgasms having been achieved nor required.

“By the way,” she informed me as an afterthought. “Sonia has hired Carl to be her personal trainer and bodyguard in preparation for her next tour. He’s quitting the solar panel installation job, and he’s going to work for her more or less full time. She wants to look like Wonder Woman the next time she’s on stage.”

“She can do it, and Carl’s the right person to train her for it,” I agreed. I was happy for him. I hoped that the application I’d built for him would prove useful, especially after Tethys added that he’d also be taking clients other than Sonia.

We both needed to clear our heads and get some personal time in. I had some debugging to do on an app I was developing at work, and I needed to review some code that other members of the crew had added to it. Even Beth had made a small contribution, and I needed to make sure it all merged and was functional. In the meantime, Tethys used her phone to continue some research she’d been doing for her mermaid art project. Other than occasional bathroom, snack, or drink breaks, we more or less ignored each other for the next few hours. And by “ignored” I mean that she only occasionally offered a gentle shoulder rub, scalp caress, cheek kiss, and gratuitous cock squeeze, and I only intermittently grabbed her tits from behind and covered her neck and face with kisses. We were so damn domestic.

Late in the afternoon, I remembered some yard work I had to do, and Tethys volunteered to help out. Despite her help, we actually got the watering, weeding and pruning in the back yard mostly done, and because of her help, we had a fun water hose fight that left us soaked and laughing, and at least in my case, in the mood for something to eat.

“I’m thinking about ordering pizza,” I announced.

Tethys gave me a knowing smile. “I like where you’re going with this,” she said.

Her smile was knowing, but for a few blank seconds, mine was clueless. Then I remembered, and laughed, even more in the mood for pizza. The previous Tuesday, after the orgy at Tethys’ apartment, when all the other participants had left and it was just Tethys and me, we hadn’t felt like getting dressed to go out to eat, so we’d ordered a pizza delivery. Tethys was still in the midst of her exhibitionist high, and it was her idea to give the delivery guy a naked thrill when he showed up at the door. My plan was to stay out of sight, so as not to traumatize the poor dude.

But the pizza was delivered by a girl, a very pretty young girl, and Tethys was the one that ended up speechless. Much to our shock, this pretty, young, innocent looking pizza girl had a wicked streak to her, which Tethys quickly picked up on. She called me out of my hiding spot so that the girl could get a look at me, and she was thrilled and appreciative. When I handed her the cash for the pizza and the tip, she had a look of wonder and delight on her face as she stared at my approaching, swaying cock. She even told Tethys she admired us for ordering naked, and she wished she had a boyfriend like me! Talk about an ego stimulant!

“Do you think Megan’s working tonight?” Tethys wondered.

“There’s one way to find out,” I answered, which roughly translated to “I sure hope so!”

There was always the possibility that someone else could get the same thrill from us, but that wasn’t so likely. There was just as much a chance of us getting arrested, although in my opinion Tethys should be awarded a medal for giving pizza delivery workers a flash of glory, not punished for it.

“We’re also not in the same neighborhood that your apartment is in,” I reminded Tethys. “This might not even be in her territory.”

“Like you just said, there’s one way to find out.”

I made the call. “Hi, we ordered a pizza last week that got delivered by an employee of yours named Megan, and I wanted to let you know that in addition to it being a great pizza, she did an outstanding job of getting there on time, with the pizza hot, and her attitude was wonderful. If she’s working tonight, we’d like to get another delivery from her.” I hoped that gave us the right set-up if she was available. It wasn’t the complete truth, because the pizza hadn’t really been all that great, and had it not been for Megan, I probably would have ordered elsewhere.

“Uh, yeah, she’s working tonight. Let me get your order, and your name, and your delivery address,” said the teen-aged male voice at the other end.

The last delivery had been in the name of Tethys and at her address. If this was on her route, a different address and a different name, she’d end up surprised again.

“Sure, uh, yeah, um, ok, yeah, that’s in her area, I guess. It’ll take about thirty minutes.”

“We’re on!” I gave Tethys a triumphant fist bump. “Half an hour. Let’s get showered and look our best when she gets here.”

I had shaved this morning with Hera, so I was still good, but I was happy to give Tethys a go with the razor. We were efficient, and were out and dry with about ten minutes to spare. Tethys had an artist’s image in her mind of how we would present ourselves to her, and she sat me down on the couch, knelt between my legs, and began a long, wet, magnificent slurping blow job. I knew exactly what she had in mind. She wanted Megan to see us not just naked, but hard and sloppy. She made sure there was plenty of drool on my shaft and my scrotum, as well as on her chin and smeared on her cheeks. When the doorbell finally rang, my cock was absolutely throbbing with anticipation. I had no doubt the thrill was going to be shared three ways.

Tethys practically danced to the door, and I followed a few rigid feet behind. She flung the door open with a flourish, and stood with her hands on her naked hips, her naked thighs spread, her chest thrust out, and shoulders back, as statuesque a pose as I’d ever seen from her. Megan stood facing her, absolutely delicious in her uniform and ball cap, brown, petite, and oh, so feminine. She didn’t notice us right away, because she was looking at the name and address on the delivery receipt.

“Taylor?” she monotoned, and then caught sight of Tethys.

“Tay ... T ... Tethys? Tethys! Oh my god! Tethys! She wasn’t monotoning now. Her face brightened, her voice became a happy squeal, and she reached out to Tethys to give her a hug, jumping up and down in delight, and forgetting she had a pizza box in her hand. It fell onto the doorstep, and she looked chastened and embarrassed for just long enough to stoop to pick it up again. Tethys grabbed her and pulled her in through the door, slamming it behind her. The grab became that hug she’d attempted, but this time she did manage to hang onto the box as her arms wrapped happily around Tethys’ naked back.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week, I was wanting to see you again, but I thought you lived ... Oh, TAYLOR! This is Taylor’s house! Your boyfriend! Oh my god!”

Her last sentence came as her eyes finally became aware of me, and those eyes became very large, as wide open as her gaping mouth, as she took in the full size of my upright and fully filled out and dripping cock.

“This is so cool! Oh, shit, I’m not interrupting am I, I’m sorry! Um, I’ll leave you guys some privacy...”

“Megan, don’t you want us to pay for the pizza first?” laughed Tethys.

“Oh, yeah, right.” she smiled sheepishly. “You both look so hot. I’m so embarrassed.” She did look a little embarrassed. But she also looked very happy. She was not turning away.

“I love delivering to you guys, I kind of fantasized it would be a regular thing, but I didn’t expect it on this call. You look so hot! I’ve never seen anything so sexy!”

She continued to babble excitedly as Tethys led her and the pizza into the kitchen. “I’ve been thinking about you too,” Tethys told her.

“Really?”

“Sure. That’s why we specifically asked for you.”

I wasn’t sure if Megan had blinked since she’d been here, her eyes were still opened wide, but they were moist, shiny, dark, and infinitely tempting. “I thought that was a little strange, most people don’t ask for me by name, but I didn’t suspect it was you. This house is pretty!” she prattled.

“I thought it was a one time thing, like a dare. I’m glad you did it again!”

Tethys turned her to face me. “You said you wished you had a boyfriend like that?”

Megan blushed, but her still unblinking eyes were locked on my cock, which was twitching up and down a little in time with my pulse.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to cause trouble. But you two seemed so bold and free and ... he’s so beautiful,” she whispered.

Speaking of trouble, a thought struck me that we’d better be careful. I suddenly feared we may already have taken this too far.

“How old are you, Megan? I asked, as gently as I could. “We don’t want any trouble either, and we really don’t want you to get in any trouble.”

“I’m eighteen, I’ll be nineteen this fall,” she offered.

That was a relief. Maybe still too young in reality, but at least we weren’t robbing any legal cradles.

“Well, we were wondering if you might be interested in hanging out with us sometime,” Tethys got right to the point.

Megan perked up. I could see “yes” forming on her lips, but then her rational mind found a way through, if only for a moment.

“Well, I’m still at work, actually, but I get off at ten. Is that too late?”

I felt my cock jump even higher. This was not what I had been expecting, and there were plenty of ways it could go wrong, but who could fail to be inspired by such a beautiful and willing young lady?

“No it’s not at all too late, Tethys assured her. We’re not going anywhere.”

If this pizza was anything like the last one, we’d probably still be chewing on it at ten, I thought, but of course that wasn’t the reason we’d ordered it.

“When you come back, would you like us to put on a little show for you?” my wicked girlfriend continued.

“Oh, hell yes, I’d love that. God, you have me so worked up! I could stay here all night, but I have to make my next delivery.”

Tethys grabbed a pen off the counter, and wrote her phone number on the back of the receipt. She handed that to Megan along with the payment and tip for the pizza.

“Call me anytime. I’d love it if you stopped by after work. We’ll make it worth your while.”

Megan giggled. “You already have.” I could swear she floated out the door.

We ate the pizza, which was at least filling if not gourmet, brushed our teeth, and took another shower. When we were sufficiently fresh, I decided to return the favor Tethys had bestowed on me earlier. I spread our towels on the sofa and sat her down on it, leaned her back, spread her legs, and inhaled deeply in the luxuriant tropical moisture of her verdant valley. I wanted her nice and moist and satisfied, IF Megan were to return, but not tired and sweaty. If Megan changed her mind, then I would change my technique.

Either way, I was really in the mood to eat Tethys out, and make it last. This wasn’t foreplay, in my mind. It was simply a treat that she deserved, and I loved, as much a treat for me as it was for her. I explored her folds, my tongue took in her sweet taste, I nibbled hungrily at the swollen flesh that just as eagerly pushed itself into my face. The thought entered my mind that, here in her pussy, her twin passions were joined. Her sexuality and her art, her eroticism and her creative energy, all combined between her legs to flavor her delicious, unique ambrosia. Sonia had tasted delightful and exciting, Hera was sweet and mysterious, and Joanne was relaxing and comfortable on the tongue, but there was something about the taste, the aroma, and the essence of Tethys that was indescribably different, undefinably her own, and inescapably compelling. I desired and enjoyed all these other women, and wanted more of them all, but if I had to choose, it would always and forever be my Tethys.

Ironic, I thought, that I should be thinking like this at the same time that I was anticipating the possibility of doing the same thing to Megan soon.

It may have been the projection of my love, but more likely it was the quality of my stimulation that had Tethys mewing, cooing, moaning, groaning, gasping, sighing, and flowing into my mouth. I loved how easily she could find orgasms, which only gave me incentive to provide her with more of them. I had told her before that I enjoyed her orgasms at least as much as she did, and she hadn’t yet disagreed. These were gentle and relaxing rather than intense and exhausting, though. We were still freshly showered, and we didn’t want to be sweaty and rank before Megan showed up.

At least I didn’t. Tethys, after her oral orgasms couldn’t resist the urge to fuck me, and I wasn’t really too insistent on dissuading her from that idea. She sat me on the couch and clambered over me, sliding down my full length with a smile. Fortunately, she retained the control to go slow, and her grinding on my crotch was just active enough to keep me hard, and keep the feelings exquisite.

Megan rang after work, and Tethys answered the phone without lifting off of my cock. She apparently had to reassure her that we were hoping she’d come visit. I detected a conflict between eagerness and hesitation, and my own hope was to help buttress the former at the expense of the latter. Tethys did her part.

“If the house is rockin’, don’t bother knockin’. Just step right in, and let the fun begin!”

I couldn’t imagine where she got that line, but I liked it.

Tethys flipped around on my lap and leaned her back into my chest as she continued her hip action. I put my hands to work, reaching around to her front to caress and massage the flesh of her tits and the nubbins of her nipples. She sighed and moaned some more, and I joined in with the sounds of pleasure. In a burst of memory, she climbed off once to go grab some water bottles and lay them beside us. We each took a nice swig and picked up where we left off.

Megan did as she was told. She didn’t knock, she walked right in through the front door. The hallway opened out into the living room, and the sofa where we were ensconced faced directly towards the door, and so did Tethys gyrating on my cock, her legs open and her cunt, with my embedded cock, completely on display. That was the first sight to encounter Megan’s gaze as she entered. Tethys had been in the midst of an orgasm, and when her eyes focused she saw Megan staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at us. So far, I thought with a chuckle, wide-eyed and open-mouthed may have been the only expression of Megan’s that I had experienced. Tethys immediately came once more, an even bigger orgasm, triggered by the thrill of having an admiring audience.

Having Megan watching so closely had a similar effect on me, and I suddenly felt the pressure boiling up from seemingly nowhere. There was no controlling it this time, and I erupted into Tethys’ hot cunt while Megan continued staring. I was breathless for a few long moments, but I wanted to appear suave and casual, as if we did this all the time.

“Hi, Megan,” I finally rasped, and to my surprise Tethys made the same greeting at the same moment. “Sit down and make yourself at home,” I continued after a short chuckle. The chuckle should have been more emphatic, because Tethys again mirrored my greeting, although she ended the phrase with “comfortable.” Geeze, we were like an old couple that were channeling each other’s every thought! That was the moment I realized how seamlessly Tethys and I related as a couple. We were so different in so many ways, but where it counted, we were on the same wavelength.

“You guys have no shame, do you?” Megan smirked as she plopped down on my leather easy chair facing the sofa.

Tethys answered conversationally as she remained grinding slowly on my softening cock. “We were hoping you’d enjoy it,” she answered. Whether Megan did or not, it sure had been an intense turn on for me. Only in the last week had I realized how much I enjoy being watched while I fuck a passionate woman to a mutual orgasm.

Megan nodded, and was enthusiastically complimentary. I felt like we’d just passed an audition. “You guys are so bold and confident, I’m a little jealous.”

If she only knew...

At about that moment, my gradually deflating cock slipped out of the warm, wet cunt that had been embracing it, and I felt the warmth follow it as my cum leaked out, dripping onto the drooping shaft. Tethys immediately wiped a couple of fingerfulls off and licked them clean. Megan stared hungrily.

“Delicious, but needs a chaser,” Tethys observed. “Would you like a drink? Water, tea, or soda. We have no alcohol in the house at the moment, unfortunately. Maybe we can calm you down some other way.”

“I’m too young for alcohol,” Megan smiled. I gulped. But I’m already calm. Maybe a little stimulated, though. But water’s fine.”

Tethys continued slowly dribbling my semen from her pussy lips and down her thighs as she filled three glasses of ice and water. Megan gazed intently at the slick and dripping crotch that was at her eye level a she accepted the glass. Her face was one big grin. The glass shook as she lifted it to her lips.

“One thing that might help you feel at ease, would be to get undressed,” Tethys suggested, standing over her. “It might take some getting used to, but it feels more comfortable when you’re not the odd one.”

Megan giggled. “I’ll still be the odd one. But I see I’m with a couple of other odd ones too. I’m nervous, but yeah. This is too cool!”

She seemed to blush a little as she leisurely removed her clothes, her hands still quivering with nervous excitement. Tethys watched her with an excited expression of her own. When she stood and discarded her jeans and panties, and left everything folded neatly on the arm of the chair, I could not stifle my gasp of amazement. How could such a flawless female creature exist among mere mortals?

Her skin was an inviting creamy brown, similar in shade to Joanne, and not quite as dark as Tethys. It wasn’t that sunbaked bronze, but maybe a sort of khaki. Hell, I’m no good with colors – it wasn’t as dark as chocolate, maybe tan with a bit less red ... Tethys is the artist, she could probably have described it better. It reminded me of brown gravy flowing over mashed potatoes. That girl was definitely stimulating my appetite! She had faint tan lines over her breasts and hips and pubes, indicating that she did get some sun, and that her bikini was pretty small. Her pussy was as bare as all the other women in our group so far – why was I meeting all shaved women lately? Is everybody doing it? Not that I was complaining. The shape of her V was perfect, not too puffy and not too skinny. And the girl had abs! Holy shit, there was some real muscle there! She looked like a lifter – very much like a more petite version of Tethys herself.

Her tits were small but perky, built for speed. Her nipples – now those I might call chocolate. They reminded me very much of chocolate kisses, in fact, and not much bigger. Her legs were sturdy and strong yet lean, her ass was round and generous, but firm, her shoulders broad and muscular for one so small. All that underneath such a pretty and innocent-looking face, and my cock was transitioning back to attention faster than I ever remembered it doing before.

“Your an athlete!” Tethys announced. It sounded almost like an accusation.

“I was on the swim team and track team in high school,” she nodded. “I ran hurdles and threw javelin. I did gymnastics in junior high. I’d like to get on a team once I start college, but I’m probably too short.”

“You’re not too short for gymnastics,” Tethys responded. “You’re the perfect build for that.”

“I wasn’t that good. I had the strength, but not the coordination. I’m really not that good at competitive sports, too small and clumsy. I’d like to try to make a team, though. I enjoy the challenge. If I could get a scholarship, that would be even better.”