Chapter 2: A Semblance of Normalcy

I spent Christmas with the family, and fortunately my choices of gifts for the kids and siblings didn’t turn out too badly. I had gotten my Mom a necklace made of turquoise and silver from a Navaho artist’s website, and fortunately it arrived in time for the holiday. I felt bad that I hadn’t gotten anything for Tethys, but she had refused to talk about it. She was no more “Christmasy” in her personal life than I was. She wouldn’t have worn jewelry, not often at least, had I gotten it for her since, well, she rarely wore jewelry. Most of the time, she didn’t wear anything at all. I got used to that habit of hers quickly, and didn’t mind at all sharing it when we were together.

By the beginning of 2018, we were seeing each other three times a week, as often as she was with Carl. On Fridays we would go out on a “real” date: movie, dancing, dinner, karaoke, or even a drive under the stars if the weather was nice. Sundays and Tuesdays we would usually hang out at my house, and more often than not the entire time would be spent eating, watching porn, making porn, and fucking every which way. She was not lying when she said she was insatiable. She never got sore, never stopped lubricating, after an exhausting hour-long session, she’d be ready to go again after a nap and a meal. If there’s anything that woman loved as much as sex, it was eating. And she could put it down! Where it all went, I couldn’t figure out. She stayed lean and muscular. If anything, the muscles were still growing. Her weight training was showing increased results.

Monday and Wednesday evenings, and Saturday all day, she spent with Carl. Those were her workout days, and I know she worked hard. She played hard too. Carl was happy to indulge her in making workout porn videos, which she sent me every session. And I learned she was right that Carl had an unusual cock. He was unusual in every way. A true bodybuilder, he was a hairless mountain of lean muscle, and Tethys looked tiny next to him. But she wore him out, too. They’d usually fuck before the training session as part of their warmup. Then about midway through the session. Then multiple times when it was over. Carl liked to take images of his cum dripping out of Tethys’ pussy as she went down under the loaded bar doing squats. I admit it was erotic.

We sent our porn videos to Carl as well, so Carl and I knew exactly what the other looked like naked long before we ever met. We had never seen each other with clothes on. Once we did meet, sometime in March, it was like we’d known one another forever. Carl was the taciturn type, he rarely had much to say, and Tethys often had to pull sentences out of him. But he was friendly, and invited me to join the workouts. I declined, as I’m still a runner kind of guy rather than a weights kind of guy. But I couldn’t argue with what the training was doing to Tethys. She was filling out, and gaining weight without gaining fat. She was strong and looked fantastic, and if she was insatiable before, the extra strength and endurance seemed to be making her more so. She was a sexual fucking amazon.

Of course, her highest priority once we met was for us to be involved in a threesome with her. I was a little reluctant at first, instinctively I felt that it was putting me in competition with Carl’s incomparable physique. Carl wasn’t hesitant in the least. I relented eventually, and as it turned out it was more fun than I could have imagined. I enjoyed watching Tethys fuck Carl, or vice-versa. His cock was quite different from mine – a little shorter, but thicker and cylindrical, straight, and angled steeply upwards, it never seemed completely flaccid. His uncut foreskin wanted to stay in place until Tethys pulled it downwards herself and tucked it under his expanded glans. His balls were tight and hardly hung down at all, as if his scrotum was shrink-wrapped around them. Obviously, Tethys enjoyed every bit of it. She called it her “rocket cock.” I was beginning to understand why it was so important to her to have two men in her life. She enjoyed us both in different ways, and for each of us it was in the way that amplified our own pleasure. Carl’s style was more physically aggressive than mine, and Tethys was more submissive with him. Yet at the same time she challenged him. His favorite activity was to be standing up, supporting her butt or quads with his hands, her arms wrapped around his neck, while she impaled herself on his upward pointing cock. He could hold her there indefinitely, walking around the room, even grabbing a drink or a bite to eat, with no fatigue at all. The motion of his walking swayed her up and down and gave them both abundant stimulation. I could possibly hold that position for a few minutes, but Carl could do it all day if he wanted.

Tethys felt extra aroused with both of us there, and the way her pussy clamped on my cock as I fucked her doggy style on the bench had me in a near-painful state of bliss. I was standing behind her, she was on her hands and knees on the narrow weight bench, and Carl was on the other end with her mouth enveloping his cock. He was looking pretty blissful too. The sights, the sounds, and the smells were soon more than I could take, and I arched my back and exploded into that ultra-tight muscular pussy. As soon as I had enough wits about me to pull out and stand back, Carl ordered “switch.” I went around and Tethys began licking and sucking the cum residue off my still-sensitive cock, while Carl barreled right into that soaked and flowing cunt. Tethys whined and whimpered as she tried to keep control of her sucking and licking, and Carl gasped and moaned as he fucked her deep, slow out and hard in. Finally he came with a bellowing roar, Tethys moaned and laughed at the same time, and I, somehow, from some unknowable source, released another load of cum into her mouth. It was a truly extraordinary event.

“I’ll take those sloppy seconds,” Carl said once his breathing calmed down. “Look at those big gobs of cum! Tethys, wanna do some squats?”

“Not this time, big guy!” Tethys licked her lips and smiled at me. “I just serviced two horny men. Now I need somebody to service me!”

This put both Carl and me in a quandary. Neither one of us are big fans of other men’s cum. I don’t mind licking my own cum out of a woman’s pussy, but I didn’t feel eager to have to taste Carl’s. He was obviously feeling similarly.

“Wimps,” sighed Tethys with a look of mild disgust. She put two fingers into her pussy and pulled out a dripping puddle. “Both of you guys are delicious, and mixed, it’s even better. You don’t know what you’re missing.” She put her fingers in her mouth and slurped. “If you want to fuck me again, you have to eat me. C’mon, it doesn’t mean you’re gay. You’re not sucking each other’s cocks. You’re just pleasing your insatiable demanding woman.”

Carl knelt between her legs and leaned in. He began licking around the outside of her labia, flicking her clit with his tongue, before he gathered his courage and stuck his tongue inside her. Tethys yelped with joy, and shook with another orgasm.

“Hey, I like feeling that extra cum bathing my cock when I fuck her,” he said to me. “While I’m fucking, I’m pushing it all out, and then when I cum, it flushes out what’s left. So that’s really all my cum in there. At least it tastes like me.”

“You two don’t taste all that different,” Tethys countered. “You’re both good and tasty, and I doubt either one of you could tell which is who. Taylor, are you man enough to eat your woman’s cunt?”

I couldn’t argue any more, so I assumed my position. First I took a good long look at that sticky, slippery smeared pussy. Even after Tethys had pulled out a big glob, and after Carl had lapped around it, there was still white creamy ooze slowly collecting at the base of her vaginal opening. It wasn’t strange to look at, I’d seen it on creampie porn videos hundreds of times. But up close, in 3-D, with the musky odor of mixed male and female passion, it was a completely different experience. And it was beautiful. I realized how marvelous, mysterious, enticing, and desirable a woman’s cunt is when it’s filled with a man’s seed, whether my own or someone else’s. I could completely understand the temptation to plunge my cock into that well, bathe in it, and churn it around with my own swollen meat. And if it’s worth fucking, it’s worth licking. It’s an offering to Our Lady of Love and Lust.

I set to licking, nibbling, and sucking with enthusiasm that I hadn’t expected. Tethys was right, all of these fluids mixed together tasted delightful. I knew the taste of my own semen, I knew the taste of my cum mixed with that of Tethys, and now was my chance to evaluate the taste of all three of us together. Tethys was right again. I couldn’t really tell which taste was Carl’s and which was mine. As long as it was coming out of Tethys, it was superb. A barrier had broken, and I felt our relationship was more intimate than ever. My feelings for Tethys grew stronger, and for the first time genuinely felt that Carl was a friend.

It was April before I felt secure enough with Tethys to introduce her to my family. She’d also had to feel secure with me. By then I was no longer worried, I love my family, and our relationship is very different than that of Tethys and her parents. They’re kind and accepting people, even if they are far more conservative and conventional than myself. I was always “the black sheep,” but they love me anyway. My oldest sibling is my sister Jenny, and she welcomed Tethys with open arms. I was convinced she was expecting us to announce a summer wedding.

“Tethys, you are so beautiful! And I love your name, by the way. You carry yourself with such grace and elegance, you really do remind me of a Greek goddess!”

She lowered her voice, as if that would somehow keep me from hearing the rest. I don’t know why women do that. “Taylor is such a great guy. He’s good looking, he has a wonderful personality, a great character. I know he’s my brother, but it’s true anyway. I always worried why he so rarely dated. I had just hoped it was because he was picky, and he was waiting for a woman who was good enough to deserve him. I see I was right. He’s made such a good choice in you!”

Tethys was as gracious as Jenny assumed she would be, and smiled sweetly. “I was lucky when I met him,” she agreed. “I can’t imagine any woman not jumping at the chance to be his girlfriend.”

My sister didn’t have to sound so motherly, as my mother was standing right there, fully willing to add further to my embarrassment. “I know you two are good for each other. I can tell by the looks on your faces, and the way you behave around each other. It’s so romantic it makes me shiver! Taylor, don’t you ever let her go!”

“I don’t intend to, Mom,” I answered. How could I tell them that “Letting her go” was something I had already agreed to do multiple times a week?

Tethys remained as insatiable as ever, but I had discovered to my surprise that she wasn’t wearing me out after all. It was more than simply having four days a week to recover. I was adapting to her, and my own sexual capacity was increasing in a way that was allowing me to keep up. I could fuck longer before ejaculating now, and I was usually good for at least two loads of semen per night, sometimes three on exceptional occasions. I often had another one ready to go in the morning as well. Tethys made her appreciation known. I enjoyed our dates, I relished our sex, I felt like she understood me, and on some level, I even seemed to understand her.

As unlikely as it might seem for a woman with split affections, I felt a real loyalty coming from Tethys. While she freely shared details of our sexual adventures with Carl, and shared Carl’s with me, I noticed that she was very careful about revealing anything deeply emotional, any vulnerabilities. My secret desires, fears, dreams, and ambitions remained protected. She gave Carl the same respect. She never said anything critical of him in my presence. If they ever disagreed or fought, I had no idea. With my family and friends, she carefully cultivated the impression that I was her one and only, and even when she criticized me, she did so only when we were alone, and only in the gentlest, and most helpful way imaginable. For a powerful, demanding sexual Amazon, she was indeed the gentlest of souls when it came to handling my emotions. If others were in earshot, they never heard anything about me but compliments and expressions of affection. When we were alone, the expressions of affection were just as reliable, the compliments just as sincere, and the criticisms muted and always couched in terms of ‘helpful suggestions.’ Whenever we were together, or even just talking on the phone, she made it a point to bring out some aspect of my body, my skills, my sexuality, or my character that she appreciated and valued. How could I not return the same feelings?