Tethys - Growing The Tribe Pt. 01

Hera surprises me. I thought that after last night she would be calmer, with less desperation for the feel of a man, now that her long drought has broken. Her relative sanguinity lasts only until Taylor is buried fully within her. Then a switch flips, and the desperate, greedy, hungry Hera emerges, yelling, moaning, sobbing, pushing her hips in to meet Taylor's thrusts. "Beautiful... cock... fuck.. hot... fuck... need... cock... hard... fuck!" she gasps, and Taylor obliges her incoherency by slamming his cock into her at full force. I can't tear my eyes away, but there's no reason I would want to. It's a force of nature, of divinity, of erotic power.

Speaking of divinity, I thank the gods and goddesses, whoever might be in charge, that Taylor's self control holds out through all this impassioned, brutal fucking. He knows it's me he needs to cum inside, and he skillfully manages both his own endurance and Hera's demands. Eventually, she does calm down,whether it's the almost continuous orgasms or mere exhaustion I can't tell. The more time I spend with her, the more I see her as the most completely and intensely sexual person I have ever encountered. It has to be both a blessing and a curse.

"Your turn," she pants, as Taylor pulls out of her and rolls onto his back. I'm amazed that he's still hard after all that exertion. He's breathing very heavily himself, and it's pretty clear that I'm going to have to take the active role this time. I can handle that.

Hera keeps him to herself long enough to slide him deeply into her mouth for a couple of strokes, slurping and sucking off the residue from their fucking. Then she holds his haft vertically. "Get on him, girl. He's ready, and I think you are too."

I am that, and I climb over and lower myself down, while Hera guides that wide cock into my ready pussy. It's not all work, because she's caressing, licking, kissing, and stroking all over my body as I ride Taylor. I look down and he's grinning. As before, I'm amazed by the difference in my responses with Hera present. My desire is no less, my pleasure just as all-enveloping, the sensations just as delightful and exquisite as ever -- maybe even more so. The sense of hunger, of desperation, of fierce, aggressive need, seem to have all been absorbed into Hera's greedy, needy, famished cunt. I'm calmer, I can savor the feelings of delight and joy, the almost gourmet experience of the slow, deep, fullness that Taylor's flight deck brings to my nerve endings. I'm a connoisseur, and my thrill is that of highest form of discerning pleasure. My orgasms unfold like blossoms rather than explosions, and my awareness is enhanced. Never have I been so satisfied.

My relaxed response has an affect on Taylor. Even with Hera's enthusiastic and vocal encouragement, the strokes are slow and deep, the thrusting is almost toying, and Taylor's buildup is gradual. I can feel it beginning long before his seed bursts into me, and when he cums, it's a long, drawn out shudder from his body to match the moan from his lips, and the gentle pulsing inside me seems to fill me with more cum than I've carried in a while. For a minute, I lay on top of him, letting the semen pool inside of me. Then I clamp my kegels shut, as I pull my body off of him, and give him a long deep kiss.

"That was awesome! It was like a slow, romantic dance! You two are so beautiful. I wish I could fuck like that!" Hera is effusive.

"Really?" I'm genuinely surprised. "I thought you liked your intensity. It's super erotic the way you get possessed by the moment."

"I do like it, but you're right. I feel possessed by it. It's something that controls me, and I feel helpless. When I see the way you and Taylor fuck, it's like watching a couple of accomplished athletes. You're so graceful, so skilled. The moment doesn't own you like it does me. You own the moment."

"I'll tell you a little secret," Taylor interjects with a smile. "We don't usually fuck like this. I think something in our sexual responses has been evolving lately."

"I think so," I agree. "I feel like a completely different sexual being than I did two years ago, or a year ago, or six months ago, or even a week ago. As far as I'm concerned, Hera, you're part of that."

"Don't blame me," she laughs. "I just got here!"

"Do you still mind if Taylor drives you home later?" I ask as a way of reminder. "Hey, maybe if he's lucky he can meet your mother."

"What?" Taylor looks concerned.

"He might," Hera nods. "I think it'll be fun."

We chat a few more minutes while I take in the lingering aroma of sweat and cum, but I know my time is limited. I have someplace I need to be. I take my leave, kiss them both with sincere passion, throw on my minimal clothing, and head out the door. I am glad I met Hera, glad I've introduced her to Taylor, and I happily imagine the adventures they'll have together later today. Of course they'll be giving me the details soon. Hera's going to make Taylor and myself, and hopefully our other lovers, very happy. I'm a lucky girl.