Gesso Pt. 05

"That's it, everybody has done their duty. Now we can play!"

"Tough duty," deadpans Joe, to the laughter and agreement of us all.

"What are you going to do with that?" asks Henri. "Put it in a cake recipe?"

"Close," I answer. "I'm making gesso."

There's a murmur of understanding from most, but Carl looks lost. "It's something you use to coat a canvas before you paint it," I explain.

"It's like primer," Taylor adds. Carl suddenly understands.

"Does that really work?" asks Joe.

"I don't know," I grin. "I've never tried it before. It should, though. I'll be mixing other ingredients in there, too. I just wanted to try an organic formula this time."

"That is so cool!" Sonia says admiringly.

The sexual tension seems to be temporarily dissipated. We relax in the living room, making occasional trips to the kitchen for snacks.

"Oh, by the way," Taylor addresses Carl. "I finished your workout app. We can demo it when you're ready."

"You brought it with you? Let's do it now!"

Carl's enthusiasm is contagious. The whole orgy crowd gathers around my laptop as Taylor fishes a USB stick from his discarded pants and inserts it into the slot. He opens it up, and starts running it through its paces. It opens a browser window showing a database that stores what seems to be hundreds of different exercises and variations, allowing Carl to track his lifts, chart his progress, set goals, design workout programs, and even set up tracking programs for those he might be coaching. I know Taylor did that part for me.

"It's got a web server installed to let you use it remotely," Taylor explains. If you can set it up with your web host or on a Cloud server, you could use it on your phone if you're at an outside gym, or even if you're just doing bodyweight exercises at a park."

"This is fucking fabulous!" Carl enthuses. "You could make a lot of money selling this."

Joe and Henri both nod their heads in agreement. "This is as good as anything we use in real estate, and that's an expensive standardized system," Joe offers.

Henri continues, "Taylor, my man, I'd pay you for something similar for my recipes and catering. I'm just using a spreadsheet right now, and it's getting kind of unwieldy."

Taylor blushes, something he hasn't done today even when surrounded by beautiful women.

I've been leaning over Carl's shoulder, my hands tapping over his chest muscles, and Henri's been leaning behind me. I feel his cock slowly pressing into my ass cheek, and it's coming back to life. Sonia is standing behind Taylor, her hands reaching in front to massage his cock as he tries to explain the system. It's recuperating well.

I reach behind me and wrap my fingers around that big warm cock. "I'm ready for another go-round, Big Boy," I croon. Henri's ready too. Almost before I know it I'm on my back, my legs reaching for the ceiling, ankles pushing on Henri's shoulders while he plunges deep inside me. My orgasm comes swift and loud.

The others take my lead, Sonia pulls Taylor down to her, and Jo sits down on Carl before he has a chance to get up out of the chair. That's when I see something extraordinary. Joe swivels the chair to the side, Joanne leans forward , and Joe, with almost no hesitation, slides his cock easily into her ass. I've seen a double penetration in porn videos before, but never up close and personal. The sight sends me to another glorious orgasm, and Jo seems to be feeling the same. She cums loud and breathlessly, several quick times in succession.

Sonia looks over and moans. "Fuck! I want some of that. Save me some, Joe, I want you to fuck my ass while Taylor fucks my cunt!"

As if on a signal, those words from the voice of his beloved trigger Henri, and he sends several hot pulses of cum deep into my cunt. He's wheezing and gasping, and sweating profusely. It's wonderful. Carl cums into Jo, and she leaks the cum right back onto him, slathering his cock, his balls, and his crotch as she shakily climbs off. She takes Joe into her mouth and licks him, if not clean, at least very sloppily. "Now go fuck Sonia," she instructs him. "She needs it!"

I've read so many times about the need for lube when having anal sex, and I'm sure that if I were ever to try it, I'd need a generous amount from a tube. But Jo took it with no outside help, and Sonia's inviting it the same way. She lays down on Taylor, exposing her black hole between her brown cheeks. Joe pushes in easily. Sonia cums quickly. "Keep going!" she gasps. "Cum in my ass!"

It takes a few minutes, but Taylor and Joe synchronize their thrusts, and Sonia looks more desperately helpless than I've ever seen her. Henri and I watch, fascinated, while I make occasional forays to lick and suck his cock clean, I keep my eye on the threesome nearby. Jo stations herself beside her husband, resting her head on Sonia's butt cheek, watching closely his cock thrusting into her asshole. She reaches behind him, occasionally squeezing his butt or the back of his scrotum. A couple of times she pulls his cock all the way out, slobbers loudly on it, and inserts it back into Sonia. It's incredibly erotic to watch. Henri is rock hard again, and my lips are squeezing it more firmly than I know.

Better than any commercial porn: Taylor and Joe actually do cum simultaneously into Sonia's pussy and ass. I feel like I've never seen anything so beautiful. Sonia sounds like she's in heaven. As Joe pulls out, Jo leans down and takes him into her mouth, cleaning and licking and sucking his cock shiny clean. Sonia remains on top of Taylor, and he somehow stays inside her. Joanne continues her oral adventure, leaning down and sucking up the leaking cum from Sonia's ass and her pussy, licking and vacuuming her lips around Taylor's crotch and his balls in the process. When Sonia finally rolls off, Jo moves in between her legs, giving her a clit-lashing with her tongue, some of the hungriest and most aggressive oral sex on and from a woman I've ever seen. Sonia is soon thrashing and moaning once more.

I make myself comfortable on the couch, Henri on one side and Carl on the other. Taylor comes and sits down on the floor between my legs, relaxing and leaning back. Joe reclines nearby. We are all satisfied for now. I grasp Carl's cock with one hand and Henri's with the other, they are both mostly hard, but not urgently so. We casually watch the erotic interplay between Jo and Sonia, entertaining and inspiring. My mood is reflective now, as the afterglow lingers in my chest, warming me gently all over. It's an odd little tribe gathered in my home tonight. We are not in the mainstream, none of us. Most people would be scandalized, disgusted, ashamed, frightened, or simply repulsed by the idea of, much less the experience of, what we have done today. I think of Taylor's sisters, sweet and caring, and know that this is something we can never share with them.

I can't blame them, it's not their fault. None of us was born into this little subculture, except perhaps Jo and Joe, and none of us could have predicted that we'd end up here until we did. For myself, Taylor, and Carl, we simply do not function well in the larger society, we have never fit in, and until I discovered the power and even ferocity of my own sexual nature, I wouldn't have even recognized these men as fellow travelers. Sonia and Henri are exceptional, they seem to pass back and forth easily between the different worlds. I envy their confidence, their gracious acceptance and mastery of whatever social circumstance they find themselves in, and I'm grateful that they enjoy spending time in mine. I truly want to get to know them better.

In the case of Joe and Jo, it goes back another generation, it was apparently their parents who had to find the courage to accept their incompatibility with the mores of the time, and to raise their children with an awareness and appreciation of the more adventurous lifestyle. I can learn so much from all of these people. I am a lucky girl.

The party continues for another couple of hours, until the food is gone, the women are satisfied, and the men are completely spent. The last holdout is, surprisingly but maybe predictably, Joe, who displays an endurance and recovery capacity that places him on an unexpected pedestal in the eyes of the rest of us. I'm happy to have gotten to know this couple, and I hope for a close and long-lasting friendship.

At last the evening trickles to a close. Henri and Sonia say their goodnights, and Jo and Joe follow soon after, with hopes for another Hippie Hollow get-together this coming Saturday. I expect a good one. Carl takes his new app, and seems eager to load it on his computer and start using it. He looks a little overwhelmed by the experience he's had. I assure him he'll get used to it.

Taylor remains. "Would you spend the night here with me?" I ask. "I can set the alarm and make sure you get to work on time."

"I'll just call in late, it won't be a big deal," Taylor affirms. "I'm in the mood for pizza."

We debate going out somewhere, but neither one of us wants to put clothes on, so we decide to just call for a delivery. This will be a new adventure for me. I've never greeted a pizza delivery guy in the nude before. I want to do it, but I don't want to traumatize him.

"He'll be thankful," Taylor assures me.

A half an hour later the doorbell rings, I open it in all my glory. Suddenly the trope catches up with me. Standing in front of the door, wide-eyed and open mouthed, is not an awkward young man, but a petite and pretty young girl. The look in my eyes is probably as shocked as hers.

She stares at my body for a few long seconds, taking in the details, then looks nervously at the sales order. "Tethys?" she quavers.

"Yes," I reply, and she immediately relaxes.

"Oh, thank God. I thought I must have come to the wrong place."

"If you have pizza, this is the right place. Come in."

Her hesitation disappears immediately, and a sly grin lights up her face as she steps into the entryway. She is quite a petite beauty. "Large Meat Lovers with mushrooms and bell peppers?" she cheerfully reads off the order.

"You got it. Taylor, would you get the money and pay the lady here?"

Taylor had been stationed out of sight so as not to cause any unnecessary embarrassment to our expected young man. But I definitely want him to be part of this experience! In the meantime, the girl looks at me again and whispers "This is so freakin' cool! I wish I was brave enough to do that."

I give her a big smile, and then Taylor walks up, his big and unique cock just a little bit engorged, swinging gracefully from side to side. The girl's eyes nearly pop out, and she almost drops the pizza box.

"Here, let me take that," I offer helpfully. Taylor hands her the cash, and she shakes as she reaches for her money pack to make change. "The rest is the tip. Go ahead and keep it."

She takes several deep breaths, and finally gasps "thank you!," never taking her eyes off Taylor's beautiful cock. Finally she looks back at me, her eyes moist. "Fuck, I wish I had a boyfriend like that." She seems almost dazed.

"What's your name?" I ask her.

"Megan."

"Megan, next time we order pizza we'll ask for you."

Megan almost chokes. "Thank you. Please. Yes!"

"I hope she takes some time to compose herself before she gets back on the road again," Taylor laughs.

My mind is turning. "I think I'm going to be ordering a lot of pizza in the near future. I wonder if she's compatible with our little group of friends."

"I love your perverted mind," Taylor grabs me, and then grabs the pizza. "Let's eat, drink, shower, and fuck."

Taylor's not really a superman. I'm not as robust as I considered myself either. We eat, drink, and shower, go to bed, and spend a little time chatting and cuddling. We review the day, compare thoughts, and find we both felt it went far deeper than a mere casual get together among horny friends. "I think it puts us in a different place in our relationship," he yawns. "A good place."

We wrap our arms around each other and begin a deep, passionate kiss. Suddenly we're asleep.

I wake up in the wee hours to find Taylor inside me after all. It's a slow, gentle, relaxed fuck, with me on my back and him laying softly on top of me. The moment he sees I'm awake he begins covering my face with kisses. I want to say something, but a sleepy orgasm catches me by surprise, and all I can do is gasp and moan. I immediately fall asleep again, and I don't feel Taylor eventually cum inside me. Once the morning alarm goes off, I can feel by the sheets that he has. Even though I didn't experience it, I feel good knowing it happened.

With Taylor on his way to work, I nap for another half hour, and then I can start my day. I breakfast on leftover pizza, knowing I shouldn't, but I like it.

I set up my canvas, stretched and raw. I pull the jar of cum and spit out of the refrigerator. It's more clear and less thick than it was when fresh, but hopefully it will do. It's an experiment. I add talcum powder, keratin protein, some collagen, and a little white organic glue. I toss in two egg whites for good measure. I heat it on the stove to a low boil, adding water as necessary, until a strange odor permeates the apartment. I let it cool down, checking the thickness as I go. I want it to be thinner than gelatin, but thicker than paint.

I apply it to the canvas with a stiff brush. It leaves a translucent sheen, I only hope it doesn't crack as it dries. It will have plenty of time to dry, I figure I'll actually start painting on Sunday. In the meantime, I still have some composition work to do on the computer. Right now, it looks really nice, better than the commercial gessos that bore me.

I've been at the computer for a couple of hours, liking the direction things are going. The ringtone from my phone makes me jump a little. I look at the number, and don't recognize it. There's so much spam, there's no point in answering a strange call. A couple of minutes later the phone pings with a text message. It's from the same number.

"Hi, it's Hera. Thought we could chat?"

Holy fuck, I'd forgotten. I immediately hit the return option.

"Tethys?"

"Hera, I'm so glad you called! I was hoping you would."

She sounds a little shy and tentative on the phone at first, but soon warms up, and we find ourselves laughing as we talking about mundane subjects. I want to broach the subject of her erotica, but a first phone call doesn't seem the place for it. We make plans for lunch tomorrow, and I'm nervously eager by the time we hang up.

The rest of the day flies by. I'm becoming familiar with my sea goddess, and I like her. I'm thinking of stories she could tell, and some of those stories are going to be hinted at in the painting. The 3-D rendering is beginning to take shape.

In the evening, I put the mouse and pencils down. It's workout time. I dress in something easy to remove, and leave for Carl's house. I pull up, and enter the house to the clang of steel plates on a rack. I undress and head to the back. His naked magnificence is right where I expect it to be.

"Carl," I intone. "Nobody's cum is inside me today. I feel empty. I need a big shot of yours."

Carl grins, one of the biggest smiles I've seen from him. We have a good workout, a couple of good fucks, a good dinner, a good shower, another good fuck, and the we cuddle in the bed before drifting off.

"That was a fantastic experience yesterday," Carl enthuses. "I sure love your sexy girlfriends."

"They sure love you, Carl. You're going to be a socially successful man about town before you know it." I think about Hera and Megan. Yes, there may be real potential there. And if not them, then others to come. "The adventures are just beginning, dude. You're going to have more beautiful women than you can handle, and then you'll come crawling back to me just to protect you from them!"

"I'll be crawling to you anytime you want me to, Tethys. I love being part of your harem."

Soon, I'm drifting peacefully off to sleep with the happy realization that I'm a lucky girl.

The End

Maybe.