My Polyamorous Girl Pt. 20

Chapter 20: Giving Thanks

The following week was Tethys' birthday, her thirty-fourth. We had a Sunday gang-bang scheduled for her too, but it was a somewhat more muted event than Megan's had been. The primary reason for that was the departure of Sonia and Carl a couple of days before. The tour was to visit multiple cities in Australia, the Philippines, Thailand, Vietnam, China, and end in Tokyo. They would be gone for at least four months. Henri, especially, was feeling melancholy. Megan, Hera, and the other ladies gave him extra affectionate attention, and he was able to do his manly duty for Tethys, cumming inside her twice, matching Rick's capacity in an inspired effort.

Brimming with seven loads of semen, Tethys tried to keep as much of it inside her as she could. She was legendary in her ability to keep her pussy from leaking her man's offering if she chose to, but that skill only worked if there were no other cocks thrusting inside her to push out whatever had been previously deposited. As there were five us, almost as much cum flowed out of her as spewed in, and the other girls found plenty to keep their taste buds satisfied as they licked up any excess they could reach from pussy lips, thighs, and spent cocks. On reflection, I was grateful and a little enchanted at the oral proclivities of all the tribe's women. They all seemed to adore the taste of male cum, and Tethys and Megan were especially vocal about how much they enjoyed the taste, the texture, the consistency, the aroma, and the appearance of cum. I know that some women don't like it, some endure it for the love of their men, some enjoy it as part of the shared pleasure with their partner, but our girls quite simply loved it for its own sake, and on its own terms. And when the most experienced of them, Hera, Tethys, and Joanne, said that we guys made it easy because all of us had unusually good tasting semen, I felt even more gratified to be part of this group.

Tethys was the only one receiving ejaculate, but she wasn't the only one getting fucked. Our girls might have enjoyed cum inside them, but it wasn't necessary for their own orgasms, as long as the cock was hard, enthusiastic, skilled, and attentive. I'm proud to say we were all of that. Before I donated my seed to the cause of Tethys, I warmed up by spending a good amount of quality time satisfying first Rena, and immediately afterward her now-nineteen year old daughter Megan. Yes, it was a challenge not to release it all into either one of them, especially with the enthusiasm of the assistance I was getting from each. As I fucked Rena doggy style, Megan knelt beside me, whispering erotic encouragement in my ear and then nibbling on my earlobe, pinching, pulling and tickling my nipples, stroking up and down my belly, and reaching down behind me to diddle my ass and squeeze my balls as I thrust into her mother. As Rena squealed with delight, Megan flattered me with her tongue and kissed my face and lips.

Two orgasms later, the ladies switched. Megan, as was her usual preference, put me on my back, and climbed aboard. Her teasing of me while I'd fucked her mother was apparently all the foreplay she needed, because as she sank down upon my already slippery cock, her pussy facing my toes, she was as wet as I'd ever felt her. Her elbows clenched the sides of my rib cage as they braced her upper body on the carpet, her back leaning over my chest. Her legs were spread wide, he knees bent, and her feet firmly planted on the floor. In this position I could simply lie back and relax while her hip and abdominal muscles did most of the work of lifting her drooling pussy up and down along my shaft, her vaginal muscles alternately gripping and releasing my cock as she worked it. It was an energy intensive fuck, but she had plenty of energy to spare. She even had a song prepared for the occasion, "Boys" by Charli XCX. That was a good thing, because the lyrics were so quirky that we both had to suppress giggles while she was singing, a trick almost as effective as thinking about baseball scores while I'm fucking. In the meantime, Rena kept the giggles interspersed with happy moans from each of us as she crouched between our legs and used her finger, lips and tongue on my balls and my shaft, and her daughter's clit and labia as each bit of sodden and aroused flesh presented itself. Through all that, and while I reached up and played with her nipples, Megan never missed a beat, smiling, moaning and wailing while chanting,

"I was busy thinkin' 'bout boys

Boys, boys

I was busy dreamin' 'bout boys

Boys, boys

Head is spinnin' thinkin' 'bout boys"

Somehow, Megan managed to orgasm while giggling and singing. It was a fun way to fuck, and it made my subsequent climax inside Tethys that much quicker, easier, and more intense.

Ok, so maybe "subdued" was the wrong description. It was mellow, it was playful, it was relaxed, it was affectionate. But we all still missed Sonia and Carl.

Of course, nobody missed Sonia as much as Henri did, and as time went on he became more despondent. Tethys and Hera became his primary comforters. Both of them took to visiting him every Monday morning, and Hera dropped by a couple of other days a week. He was grateful for the extra attention, but nobody could blame him for his blues. He and Sonia had been together longer than Tethys and I had, and although their relationship had been wide open, their devotion to one another had never been in question. This was the second time that they had endured an extended separation, and while having The Tribe to help relieve his loneliness and horniness helped this time, the emotional melancholy was if anything more pronounced than before. Tethys and Hera were not replacements, and they didn't try to be, but they were able to provide some needed pussy, and probably even more important for his piece of mind, they were good listeners. They couldn't be his soulmates, but they could be his friends. It helped.

Their time with Henri also gave Tethys and Hera a new way to torture me. The length, girth, and heft of his cock was legendary within The Tribe, it was indisputable that none of us had seen a larger one, or even a near-equal. They also knew that I was a bit insecure about my own cock, with its odd shape, wide and flat on the top, to the extent that they called it my "flight deck." Not until I had joined The Tribe had I come to truly understand that every penis is unique, and unusual genital configurations are not all that unusual. It was true for the women as well, every pussy was arranged slightly differently, and felt and tasted unique to my tongue and dick. They were all beautiful, of course, but I had a bit more trouble applying that philosophy of vive la différence to my own anatomy. Some painful and humiliating early experiences, women rejecting, insulting, or simply being repulsed by my unorthodox genital structure had led me to assume that I was an unlovable freak, and until I met Tethys, I'd lived my life that way. Tethys had embraced my unusual cock, literally, and she, Hera, and Megan had all been emphatic that my equipment was not only perfectly acceptable, but stunningly beautiful, even preferable to more conventional cocks. No one else in The Tribe had shown the slightest discomfort at my build either, so I had almost put all that behind me.

But some women, including all the women I happen to love, seem to be unable to resist mischief. It happened when I was in my usual position, flat on my back, while Hera straddled me, moving leisurely up and down over my soaked shaft, sensuously savoring the slow slide of my flesh within hers as she gripped me firmly with her vaginal muscles. She'd just come down from one orgasm, and it looked like she was pacing herself before building up to the next one. She looked down at Tethys, who was resting her head on my belly, lovingly absorbed in the close-up view of my wide flat shaft slowly disappearing into Hera's glistening folds, and then just a slowly re-appearing a few seconds later. She was gently and idly stroking Hera's thighs as she watched, sometimes inhaling deeply to catch the full aroma of the spectacle.

"So, what do you think of Henri's cock?" she smiled down, her eyes flickering momentarily in my direction before focusing deliberately on Tethys. "I love how black and shiny it is, it's like a black marble sculpture, but pliable and tasty."

I could only see the back of Tethys' head, but I could feel her cheeks pull back into a wicked grin before she answered.

"I love it. Moving it around is like lifting weights at the gym, it's so massive. And I love its heat and texture. When he's inside me I feel like a stuffed turkey, but in a good way."

"That's so true! As big as he is, he makes me so wet that my pussy is as slippery as it needs to be. He can fuck me as deep and hard as he wants, and I just cum and cum." Hera quivered a little on my cock as she sank down. If they thought their talk was making me jealous, they could keep on talking. I was more beneficiary than victim of it.

"And his cum tastes so sweet," Hera continued, appending a high-pitched moan to the end. "I wish we could bottle it!"

"I'd buy a bottle of that," Tethys agreed, appending that statement with a kiss on my belly. "I'm not usually a cock snob, I like all sizes, shapes and colors, as long as the owner knows how to get the most out of it. But Henri's is something special, and he's an expert at pleasing a woman on top of that."

"His balls are nice too," Hera added. So big and sexy and heavy, without being saggy. I love it when they bounce against my ass or my clit while he's fucking me."

"Funny thing is," Tethys went on conversationally, "I can deep throat his so easily, but I can only get one ball into my mouth at a time."

"Even the sweat from his ball-sack is delicious," moaned Hera. "I can't wait to fuck him again!" She punctuated that with another drawn out orgasm, almost collapsing forward on my chest, which would have put Tethys in danger of suffocation.

A few more minutes of banter, and Tethys finally lifted her head, turned towards me, and kissed my lips with a happy smile.

"You know, you hang around with some really slutty and rude girls. Aren't you worried about your reputation?"

"Not mine, but I'm starting to be concerned about Henri's," I quipped. "You're spilling all his secrets to a third party."

"Well how do you know we aren't making shit up, or exaggerating?" she queried. "Maybe we're slandering the poor guy."

"Probably," I snorted. "Because I've seen none of it myself. All of my sexual activity takes place in the strictest privacy and confidence."

"Damn, we forgot to video this!" Hera laughed. "What's the most recent image we have of Henri fucking us?"

"Had to be last Sunday at the Hill's," Tethys said. "We've been a bit lax on our porn output lately."

"Remember when we used to watch it all the time, before we started making our own?" I asked. It had once been a big part of the background of Tethys and me fucking, adding imaginary contexts that kept the interest high. Now that we all had each other to watch, commercial porn paled by comparison.

"I definitely like ours better," Tethys answered, reflecting my own thoughts.

"Has Beth complained about our lack of output?" asked Hera. "She said it was her main source of inspiration for a while."

"She probably is still trying to get through all the backlog," I smirked. Beth had certainly not complained to me about a lack of new "historical documents" from The Tribe's adventures. Even though with Sonia and Carl gone our video output had decreased by our own standards, we were sending a fairly steady trickle to our distribution list. Phoebe, Rena, and Joanne had not stopped recording the erotic exploits of their respective daughters, although for some reason the bulk of the recent videos were focused on incestuous father-daughter fucks. Hera was fucking her dad lately more than his wife was, although Phoebe was always there to video and add commentary. Angela and Joe were fucking a lot, and there were also numerous files which featured Rick in full thrust inside his girlfriend's mother. The level of family participation in our sexual expression surprised me more about the evolution of our group than anything else had.

I almost felt sorry for Herakles. Megan was fucking him and his wife as frequently as her studies allowed it, Hera was demanding his cock several times a week, and Rena was becoming almost insatiable while living with him and Phoebe. Phoebe herself, always somewhat sexually frustrated, had found herself engaged in same-sex passion at least daily, while taking as much from her husband as he was capable of dishing out. A few months ago, Herakles had been a quiet, outwardly conservative, scholarly businessman. The sexual proclivities of his wife and daughter had bemused him, perhaps even baffled him, but his response had been more that of good-natured tolerance than participation. Now he was in deep, which was where he'd had to dig to satisfy all the female libidos surrounding him. Rena moving in with them, and Megan moving in with Hera, had turned his world upside down. Yet here he was, now regularly fucking his wife, his daughter, his daughter's lover, and his daughter's lover's mother, with what appeared from my distance to be the same good-natured bemused tolerance he had shown when their sexual attention had been focused towards others. At least when we met on our Sunday gatherings, he seemed happy and serene.

Megan's school schedule and her life with Hera was probably the most disruptive to the sex life I'd enjoyed before. She was taking a full course load during the day, and while still delivering pizzas at night, she had fewer opportunities to drop by my place after work to spend the night. There's no doubt she was taking her courses seriously, she'd enrolled at Austin Community College in their Associates degree program for a Philosophy specialty. Her ultimate plan was to transfer to the University once that was complete to pursue a four-year degree, and more vaguely, to try to get into graduate school beyond that. I was confident she'd succeed, she was extremely bright, disciplined, and motivated. She only had one Philosophy course, the introductory one, this semester. The rest was designed to satisfy all the state degree requirements. That was where community colleges excelled, I thought, teaching the basics of History, English, Math, a few foreign languages, while introducing students to the disciplines they might decide to immerse themselves in later at the University level. None of it was difficult for Megan, I'd offered to lend a hand with the math if she needed it, but it seemed to come easily to her. Nevertheless, it was time consuming. When she had to write an essay, it was never the minimum length. When she researched a topic, she'd have an entire page of citations to reference. She spent a lot of time on homework, and our encounters had decreased down to only a couple of times a week, including Sundays at the Hill's. While I missed her attentions (and I couldn't really complain, it's not like I was never fucking her), I was proud of her.

All in all, I was still busy and happy. I was spending most nights with Tethys occasionally supplemented at home with Megan and Hera, I was still in erotic heaven on Sundays with the rest of The Tribe, and Beth and I had put aside all our old suspicions, were working together smoothly and productively, and by some definitions might have even considered ourselves friends. She now had a large enough inventory of videos that featured me fucking various women to have satisfied her curiosity about my sexual qualities, and she didn't embarrass me by asking me personal questions about it. Part of that was also the fact that, by being more comfortable in her presence, I was less likely to be embarrassed when the topic came up, and she had enough class never to discuss it in the presence of other coworkers.

The fact remained, though, or at least she regularly repeated it as fact, that she loved seeing me in the videos, she thought my cock was unique and beautiful, although fortunately she had no desire to experience it personally, and she thought our videos were more entertaining and erotically stimulating than any commercial porn she had seen. And she had seen a lot.

"You're all so comfortable together, and there's so much obvious love and good feelings between everybody in the group. That alone is extremely sexy," she declared. "I love hearing the laughter that goes on between you, both those who are fucking and those who are watching. I know I'm seeing true friendship and affection. And there's none of that fake moaning that's so tiresome in regular porn. It's all spontaneous and beautiful. And I really love it when Megan sings while she fucks you. God, she has a beautiful voice. When she cums at the climax of a song, it almost sends me over the edge!"

"Almost, eh?" I winked. "Well, I guess we still have to up our game a bit."

"I'm not that easy, Bub," she grinned. "Anyway, I've got a surprise in the works for you that your girls already know about, and they've promised not to tell you, so don't ask 'em."

"Oh, so we're keeping secrets now, are we?" I squinted in what I hoped was an intimidating look. "Intimate partners never keep secrets from one another, so they're going to tell me if I ask."

"We are not intimate partners, our relationship is professional, and professionals ALWAYS keep secrets from each other," she retorted.

"Yeah, right, like the secrets of mine that you were so respectful of letting me keep when I was trying to be professional towards you!" I retorted.

"Hey, you're the one that showed me that first picture of Stallion and China Girl. So when you tease, you don't get to withhold."

"That's dumb logic," I shook my head. "Don't you dare put that in an 'IF' or a 'SWITCH' statement."

"Of course not. It only applies to you. I get to tease and not tell, so there!"

The database transfer project was ahead of schedule, with far fewer problems than we'd anticipated. I had to give Beth, in spite of myself, a big part of the credit for that. The girl knew her shit. As a programmer, she was a natural. Her code was concise, readable, well documented, and he rarely made mistakes. She could also proofread others, including me, surprisingly easily, and she caught a few errors of mine. From the architecture and data modeling perspective, she was a little weaker, but not by much. Bill had turned out to be the most talented at that specialty, so we'd organized our efforts in such a way where Bill would design the high-level structures and their basic relationships, while Beth and I would flesh out the code. We had part time help from several others, and all of them contributed positively. I was confident that once this project was completed, I was going to recommend both Beth and Bill for substantial promotions. We'd become a nice team. Beyond her obvious competence, Beth seemed to be enjoying herself more and more as she had settled in to her job. She was fun to work with, a little sassy, but in the most cheerful of ways. I almost didn't recognize the guarded, suspicious woman we had hired a couple of months before.

"Beth says she has a surprise for me," I mentioned to Tethys later, as casually as I could manage.

"She did, did she?" Tethys replied equally nonchalantly. "That's surprising."

"She said that you and Hera and Megan all know about it."

"Do we? Well, I guess surprises can take on a life of their own."

I tried the cross-examination approach. "Remember, early in our relationship, when you promised that you would never lie to me?"

Tethys smiled, paused, and seemed to reach back in her mind. "No," she finally answered. "I have no recollection of that conversation."