Chapter 9 -- ...To Megan
There was no hurry to leave early on Sunday morning. I knew Tethys would have breakfast at Carl's, and another fuck. Hera was thinking about the same thing, and our morning fuck was slow, relaxed, comfortable, gentle, and even conversational. We started with a leisurely shower, washing and shaving one another. That alone would have made for a satisfying morning. Once we were freshened up and dried, I had Hera lay back on her bed and spread her legs for the optimal view of her pussy. I grabbed my camera and took what I considered to be an artistic shot of that beautiful spread. I knew Tethys would appreciate the reminder.
With no Phoebe to interrupt us this time, as much as I'd enjoyed her presence yesterday, I was in the mood for an extended cunnilingus session. I'd gone years tasting no other pussy but Tethys', and then in the last week had experienced the delight of both Sonia's and Joanne's. Those had been busy social gatherings, though, and I hadn't been given time to truly savor them and get as closely acquainted as I would have liked. Hera's mom had cut our time short yesterday. This morning I wanted to relax into it, and spend some quality time with that lovely sight, taste, smell, and texture -- if Hera was willing. She was, and we devoted a good hour to oral sensual pleasure. I'm sure the Goddess was pleased. I immersed myself in her floral nectar, and her orgasms, gradual and gentle this morning compared to those previously, was part of my reward. The other part was simply the experience itself.
We kissed, and she enjoyed tasting herself on my mouth. I enjoyed the additional tastes and textures of her belly, her nipples, her shoulders, her neck, her lips, her tongue, and her earlobes. There was no part of her that wasn't a joy to be close to. We were both more than ready for me to be inside her. I was on top this time, I controlled the pace and the intensity, and enjoyed myself without hurry, without desperation, and without the sense of needing to perform for her mother.
Hera came easily, twice more, not screaming and choking, but with the most endearing little mewing sounds, gentle on my ears, and happy in my heart. My own ejaculation seemed mellow, I didn't feel my cock explode so much as gently release, the sounds became even more liquid, and the seepage dripped down my balls. The feeling was celebratory.
"Would you like to go somewhere for breakfast?" I invited her, thinking of avoiding the need for her to expend her resources in feeding me. My alternative would have been to go and pick something up to bring it back.
"Not at all," she answered. "I'm going to stay home today, I'm going to stay naked, and I'm going to enjoy your cum dribbling down my thighs for the next couple of hours. We have plenty to eat here."
We did indeed, and we had good coffee, without which Hera's life would have been meaningless. I got the feeling that, at least at times, coffee was where she found the true blessings of the Goddess.
I took my leave after breakfast, and the goodbye kiss was as affectionate and hopeful as any I'd ever received. There was no doubt in my mind that both Tethys and myself would be seeing more of Hera -- and Phoebe too, undoubtedly. I drove home with an unmovable smile on my face.
Once I got inside, the clothes came off. I knew Tethys would expect me to be naked when I greeted her, and it was a pleasant anticipation. No sooner had I disposed of my wardrobe when the phone buzzed, and a text arrived from Tethys. "Leaving Carl's now -- meet you soon?"
I typed in "Can't wait!" and added the recent picture of Hera's pussy as a teaser. As I sent it, I knew the mood was already set.
Tethys arrived in a good mood. She always did after a Saturday with Carl. I had to hand it to the guy, he treated her just the way she needed and wanted to be treated. If I was going to share her with anybody, there was no better co-lover for her than Carl.
The sound of her coming through the door had a happily Pavlovian effect on me, and as I rushed to the entrance to meet her I knew she was going to be happy to see what I was presenting. It was strange to consider now, that after all the sex I'd had this week, including oodles of it on Friday night and all day and night yesterday, I was still ready, capable, and eager to give my all to Tethys. It had been only last Thanksgiving weekend when multiple consecutive days of abundant sex and ejaculations had completely worn me out. Tethys and I had been working on my conditioning since then, under the theory that the body adapts to the demands placed upon it. I had adapted, and it was a powerful feeling.
I arrived just in time to see the last of her clothing disappear into the side room. She looked at me with a huge grin that melted my heart, and sent throbbing jolts to my cock.
"I am so happy to see you!" I told her as we met in a passionate kiss. As soon as we disengaged she put one finger on her lips as if to shush me, and her other hand wrapped itself around my already skin-tight shaft. She led me by it to the bedroom, pushed me onto the bed, gave my cock a couple of slobbering wet sucks and kisses, and in her very Tethys way climbed on top of me and impaled herself. She leaned her small but perky tits over me and I automatically lifted my hands up to caress and squeeze them, twisting and pulling on her nipples as a bonus. She gasped with pleasure, and ground over my crotch in a tight circle for a minute or two. Finally, when she had settled down to a steady rhythm, she broadened her smile at me still further.
"Now we can talk," she said. I assume you got Hera home safely yesterday?"
I laughed, and in the midst of our heavy breathing related the entire tale of the Hera and Phoebe Massacree, with a little orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that, and Tethys laughed in all the right places. She got stimulated in all the right places too, because there were parts of the tale that were highly arousing -- and not just for her to hear about. Reliving them was a lot of fun for me, too. At just the point where I was, to the best of my memory, voice, and lung capacity, repeating Hera's "fuck me watch me cum" monologue to her mother, Tethys went over the top and had a huge, shuddering, liquidy orgasm. That was even more fun.
After she recovered, I completed my tale. She asked a couple of clarifying questions, and I was able to answer them relatively lucidly. It was getting increasingly hard to think straight, primarily because Tethys knew I was close, and she was determined to bring it out of me. I could tell from her mood that my orgasm would trigger her own, and when we came together, there truly was harmony in the air.
I was still surprised by how well I was recovering after sex these days. Sure, being in shape helped, I was a recreational runner after all, and my lungs and stamina were excellent, but that had been true for years, and it hadn't reflected in my sexual capacity until recently. It had to be the frequency. I had to admit Tethys was also becoming increasingly swift in the come-back capability. We were training each other, and getting pretty damn good. Tethys focused on bringing it out of me, my tale faltered, our breaths quickened, and BAM! I felt the hot squirting of my conquest fill her already wet joy. We very much had gotten pretty damn good.
No sooner had my erection begun to fade than Tethys pulled off my cock with a long slooshing sound, and then pivoted. Her mouth clamped itself onto the base of my shaft, and her pussy pushed itself into my face to complete the Tethys-on-top 69. She released the clamp on her vaginal muscles, and my seed dribbled from her pussy into my mouth. I let it coat my tongue, and added it to the extra lubricant as I continued making love to her demanding female flesh with my fingers and tongue and lips. Within a few minutes, my cock was licked shiny clean, her cunt was likewise, and she had one more quivering squealing orgasm to remember for it.
After a bit of a recovery cuddle, we got dressed. We typically tried to get a few miles of running in at least four or five days a week, and although we didn't usually run together, Sunday was our main chance to do just that. We had a familiar five mile route around my neighborhood, which we could do in a half an hour plus a few minutes if we pushed it, and we returned breathless and sweaty, dispensing with our clothes once more as quickly as we could.
We showered together, with a reasonable but not excessive amount of gratuitous play as we washed one another, and then had a light lunch. We spent the afternoon between my bedroom and the living room, watching Phoebe's video record of my sexual adventures with Hera first, and then the videos from Saturday's weight training, sloppy seconds, and Hippie Hollow starring Tethys, Carl, Sonia, Joe, Jo, and whatever onlookers managed to get themselves into the picture. The visual stimulation from the videos combined with the sensual stimulation of Tethys' focused touching got me plenty hard enough to fill her pussy again, at least with my firm cock if not any more semen. We watched the adventures with Tethys impaled on my lap, gyrating slowly, getting totally off on watching herself fuck. I couldn't blame her, she looked spectacular when she was having sex. It was nice having Sonia and Joanne in the scenes too.
She climbed off of me when it ended, no further orgasms having been achieved nor required.
"By the way," she informed me as an afterthought. "Sonia has hired Carl to be her personal trainer and bodyguard in preparation for her next tour. He's quitting the solar panel installation job, and he's going to work for her more or less full time. She wants to look like Wonder Woman the next time she's on stage."
"She can do it, and Carl's the right person to train her for it," I agreed. I was happy for him. I hoped that the application I'd built for him would prove useful, especially after Tethys added that he'd also be taking clients other than Sonia.
