"Keep fucking me exactly the way you're doing now, slow and deep, while I catch my breath. You gonna be ready to go again? Did you feel me gush all over your cock?"
Oh, I'd felt it. I smiled and nodded. It was now dripping off of my balls, and smearing onto Tethys' inner thighs. I would have heard the gushing sounds too, had they not been overwhelmed by her vocals.
We went through a couple more cycles of her orgasmic passion, and each time she kept her eyes open and focused on mine through the screams, the words, the tears, and the laughter. (Another thing I love about Tethys is the unpredictable gamut of emotional responses she displays during her orgasms. She may cum three or four or more times during a session, but no two are ever quite exactly alike. Yet she still manages to keep her eyes open.) I had pretty good control from the start, and it had gotten better since I'd been seeing her, but at the moment it was starting to feel seriously challenged. Her legs were no longer draped over my shoulders, but wrapped around my waist and pressing down on my lower back. Our faces were closer together, and we could kiss intermittently between strokes. Tethys could sense my oncoming orgasm as well as I could sense hers.
"Keep your eyes open when you cum. Stare at my face while your cock shoots those big sloppy hot creamy jets deep inside me. Fill my fucking cunt, overflow me, and watch me feel you cum. I'm going to feel your cock twitch inside me, I'm going to feel that hot gushing semen, and it's going to make me cum right along with you. Keep your fucking eyes open. Look at me! I want to watch your eyes while you cum! I want you to watch my eyes while I cum with you. We'll cum together, we'll see what we feel. Fuck me with your eyes! Fuck, Oh, fuck!"
It was all I could do, but I did it. It was amazing. It wasn't the first time we'd cum like this, not by a long shot, and it wouldn't be the last. But then, and since, there had never been anyone who had made my orgasms feel as explosive and immersive as that Tethys woman. It was my first orgasm of the night, and as much of me as it drained, it might easily have been the last one of my life.
Tethys smiled. It was a big, broad, victory smile. For some reason, her breathing recovered faster than mine. I lay embedded within her for what seemed forever, and we kissed long and deeply, and repeatedly. I was sure my smile was as big as hers.
She spread her legs and pushed me back. I pulled out of her and stood beside the bed. "Feed me!" she ordered, and scooted closer to the edge to give my dripping cock access. I moved it to her face, and she enthusiastically sucked it into her mouth. She rolled it around, licking, kissing, sucking some more, and when it was reasonably clean and tongue-scrubbed, she grabbed it at the base with her free hand, and lifted it upwards so that her lips could reach the still-sloppy scrotum. She was nothing if not thorough.
At the same time, she was dipping the fingers of her other hand into her seeping vagina, pulling out creamy globs on her finger tips and bringing them into her mouth to suck clean.
"I know you're not the biggest fan of your own cum, poor Taylor, otherwise I'd be getting you to lick me clean. But it's your loss. I keep telling you how delicious your cum is, and now I get to be the one eating it, not you."
"I lick you clean sometimes," I argued weakly.
"Only when I ask, and you never act like it's the best tasting snack on the planet, which it is. I have to feed it to someone who appreciates it, and that's me."
She gave me a sly look.
"Sonia appreciates it. She laps Henri's cum right out of this cunt, and she loves it. She loves Henri's cum anyway, but she said it tastes even better when mine gives it extra flavor. I'll bet she'd like yours, too. Maybe someday she'll lick your cum out of my cunt. And maybe someday I'll lick your cum out of her cunt. Would you like that?"
It was one of the fastest erections I'd ever re-acquired. I was still in awe of the video I'd seen of their threesome, and I'd watched it several times already, twice with Tethys and at least once alone. Sonia was, to say the least, in every way admirable.
Although my erection was back, my energy levels weren't quite there, but Tethys wasn't one to let a little thing like that stop her. We cuddled and pillow talked for a while, we kissed each other in lots of places, and yes I did eat her pussy clean again, which wasn't so difficult now that she had already wiped away most of my jism, and much of the remainder was diluted by her still-flowing juices. I could still taste it, but as Sonia had said, mixing it with Tethys made it infinitely better.
When Tethys was ready to go again, she had me on my back, my flight deck facing downward over my belly, but being pulled upward by the tightness of my erection, the pulses of internal blood flow easily visible. Tethys straddled me and mounted me, and sat on my hips, comfortably impaled. For a few delightful minutes, she moved silently on top of me, breathing and smiling, even closing her eyes occasionally, savoring the relaxed pleasure. Then she lowered herself onto my chest, resting her head on my shoulders while I gently reached down and squeezed her butt cheeks.
"Fuck me to sleep, Taylor. It's been a long, wonderful day, and you're what made it wonderful. Just keep your cock inside me, and move it slowly. Rock me to sleep, you make my cunt feel so full and safe and relaxed and loved. I need your cock in me, Taylor, even when I'm sleeping."
"Can you get the light?" I asked. The control was on the nightstand beside us. Without lifting her head, she reached over and grabbed the little device, and with a faint click we were in darkness. I felt the amazing sensation of her nipples pressed against my chest, her lips kissing my shoulder muscle, and her tongue occasionally licking my ear, and of the exquisite tightness of her pussy wrapped around my manhood, occasionally squeezing it with her powerful kegels. The smell of sexual fluids permeated my sinuses, the taste of her and my mixed cum still lingered on my tongue. Her breathing grew slow and calm, and her pulsing heartbeat slowed until both of us were in sync. My hands remained firmly grasping her ass cheeks, and my mind was empty of almost everything but joy. A thin driblet of drool slowly escaped from her half-open mouth and tickled on my shoulder. She was unaware of it, and I was honored by it. Inevitably during the night, my cock softened and slipped out of her, but by then we were both sleeping far too deeply, peacefully, and blissfully, to be aware of it.
Then it was Friday. Black Friday. Not an official holiday for me, but a pretty much expected vacation day. There was no way I was going to be at work, and Tethys and I planned to make the most of it. Our first anniversary, which meant by far the longest relationship I'd ever been in to this point. If I were to describe the events of the day, even just the sexual events of the day, in the same detail that I described the previous evening, Tolstoy would have felt like a quickie. Of course, the sexual events of the day were, for the most part,
all
the events of the day, except for the previously mentioned eating, drinking, pissing, pooping, showering, napping, and oh, a noontime run which we managed to get in.
Even that doesn't do it justice, since to a certain extent even the eating drinking, pissing, showering, and even running all carried their sexual overtones. At some point early in our relationship Tethys decided, as part of her fascination with my oddly shaped (beautiful to her) cock, she wanted to see how I used it to aim at the toilet when I pee. I told her that I pee like any other man, my cock is only misshapen when it's erect (It's not misshapen, it's beautiful, she rebutted), and I've used it perfectly well all my life, thank you very much. She was unmoved. I suspect that she would have wanted in on the action regardless of my penile features, and I hadn't asked her yet at that point, but I suspected she did the same thing with Carl (Update from the end of that conversation, I was right). First she watched me pee, very closely. I felt I was being drug tested. She observed how I held it, how I aimed it, and how I managed the stream. Then, of course, she wanted to aim it. I didn't want her to. She insisted.
