Chapter 10 -- Hera Comes Clean
Apparently Megan could sleep as hard as she could fuck. She didn't stir when the alarm went off, didn't move as I ate breakfast and dressed for work, and still lay sprawled on the bed, unconscious and peaceful, as I walked out the door. She spread chaotically atop the covers, legs open, pussy exposed, moist, and beautiful. I could resist leaning down and giving it a kiss before I left the room. Tethys was awake, and we shared a more conventional parting kiss at the door as I left for work. Her mouth tasted like stale pussy and semen. I wrinkled my nose, and smiled.
"You taste like yesterday's orgy. Nice!"
I'm sure she took it as the compliment I intended it as. I was in a reverie the entire way to work. I hadn't planned what happened last night. Yes, we wanted to bring Megan back. Yes, we wanted to give her a cheap thrill, knowing that she had enjoyed our exhibitionist surprise last week. I really did expect her to smile, maybe squeal, or cheer, and then move on. What I didn't expect was for her to return after her shift was over. What I didn't expect was that we would gift her with a life-changing experience, and that I would provide her first-ever orgasm with a man. And her next four.
Part of me feared that we had created a monster, and part of me swelled with pride that I had granted her deepest wish, and fulfilled her most powerful hidden fantasy. Neither had been my plan. I just wanted us to have fun, and show her a good time.
Megan was not by any means a virgin, but based on the significance of the experience from her perspective, she might as well had been. How many eighteen-year olds had experienced a threesome? How many people do that in their entire lives? How many even want to? Megan wanted to. I had no idea how sexually frustrated she was, or how powerful the need that drove her turned out to be. She looked so young, so vulnerable, so innocent. And she was all of those things. She was a young, vulnerable, innocent girl who needed a safe space in which to fling her sexual inhibitions away and fuck her dreams into reality. She was young, vulnerable, innocent, and intensely, passionately horny.
Best of all, she fell asleep with us happy and content, with no regrets, with an entirely new and joyful perspective on her life, the missionary zeal of one who has experienced a miraculous rebirth. Tethys and I had merely hoped to show her a good time.
My satisfaction overcame my fear. That girl had fueled my ego like throwing gasoline an a smoldering fire. She had adored my cock, worshipped it, in fact. She had delighted in my body. She had loved the taste of my cum. She had embraced the lifestyle of Tethys and I as the one she wanted for her own life. We were her role model.
I hummed cheerfully as I stepped into the office building and made my way towards my cubicle. Beth and I made eye contact, and I stopped humming. Damn, there was that smirk again. She always had that look like she could destroy me with a single word, and I should be grateful and groveling that she hadn't revealed me, yet.
I had six years with the company, a position as senior software engineer, a nice income, respect from my peers, and in one week this girl threatens to turn it all upside down on me because I made the mistake of opening a video that Tethys sent me in front of her -- on her first day at work. Now she didn't seem to want to let it go. It had been a week, though, she hadn't reported me for sexual harassment yet, and I was beginning to think that window had passed. I had concluded she was more amused than offended, but she wasn't going to let an opportunity pass of having an advantage of some kind over me. I was supposed to be her mentor, trainer, and supervisor, but it was becoming clear to me that she would as soon have me over a barrel.
Or maybe not. Maybe she was just morbidly fascinated. Who would expect that a nerdy computer programmer would have a double life as a virile stud fucking multiple beautiful women? I was sure no one else in the company had a mega-sexy partner who happened to have a hobby of setting him up with additional sexy friends. By any standard of western civilization, my love life was pretty damn hot. Hell, a good number of my coworkers didn't have lovers at all, much less multiple super-gorgeous ones at once. So maybe the next time Beth smirked my way while remembering the image of that spectacular naked black "Chinese" girl and her black stallion, I could afford an inward smirk of my own. Whatever kinky scenarios her imagination might concoct of my sex life, I knew that they fell far short of the reality, one that I had no reason to be ashamed of. Yes, allowing her to accidentally see the explicit image was legitimately embarrassing, and I had properly apologized for that, but for the lifestyle that allowed such images to exist and be part of my world, I owed no apologies. I was, in fact, as much the stallion as was Henri, and the fact that Beth was missing out on that was simply her misfortune. I owed her no apologies, no explanations, and no invitations.
With this new attitude, I was able to return her next smirk with a friendly, confident smile, that said "I like me, I'm not ashamed, and if you choose to not accept me as a worthy equal, then your loss."
I didn't interpret Beth's glances as smirks any more, but decided she was really looking at me with admiration. My mood improved tremendously, I had a productive week, and Beth quickly merged seamlessly into the general office environment.
Tethys phoned me Tuesday evening, she confirmed that her period had started. I finally related the story of Beth and the texted nude photo of Sonia and Henri, and she was aghast.
"Taylor, I'm so sorry, I should know better than to send you pictures like that at work!" she moaned.
"I should know better than to open them," I reminded her. I assured her that my job seemed safe now, and no long-term damage had been done. Then she surprised me.
"Call Hera," she ordered. "The plan is for you to spend tonight with her -- and her Mom, of course -- at her place, and then she'll be fucking you all night Wednesday at your house. I don't want you losing your sexual conditioning just because I'm unavailable for a few days."
"I feel like I've hired the best agent in the business," I responded. "What would I do if I didn't have you to manage my schedule?"
I immediately got on the phone with Hera, and we decided I'd head for work directly from her house Wednesday morning, and she'd meet me at my place Wednesday night. I grabbed my toiletries and tomorrow's work clothes, and was back out the door and on the road in her direction ten minutes later.
It felt strange to consider, but I was actually looking forward to Phoebe being there to watch us. I'd never even fantasized about mother-daughter encounters before meeting this duo, and even though I wouldn't actually be fucking her, and had no real desire to see her naked, her vocal enthusiasm and active assistance wonderfully intensified the experience of fondling and fucking her daughter. The Goddess-talk had been a little distracting at first, but now even that seemed to be a pleasant part of the ambiance.
Phoebe was the first to greet me on my arrival. She gave me a big, welcoming hug, and then undressed me herself, effectively blocking out Hera's attempts to move in. Only when I was naked, and she'd gotten a couple of good tugs on my erection, followed by another big hug, did Hera get her own chance to greet me properly. It was similar to Phoebe's, the main difference being Hera's already complete nakedness, smaller and more slender build and smaller hands. The cock tugs were no less enthusiastic. Oh, and the kiss. Wet delicious, a delicate sweet tongue meeting my own. I was at full attention in record time.
We congregated in the kitchen for coffee and small talk to begin with, the fully clothed matron chatting casually with two very horny naked younger people no longer seemed incongruous to my experience. I related the story of Beth and the Sonia and Henri photo fiasco, and they both thought it was uproariously funny. By the time Hera ended the preliminaries with her impatient libido, the other two of us were also ready to go.
"Look, I'd love to continue this delightful conversation about whatever topic it is I can't remember because I'm so horny I can't see or hear straight," she interrupted. "If I don't get something thick, hot firm and fleshy between my thighs immediately, I'm going to become very hard to handle."
"I'll handle you if you like," I answered, and we wandered into her bedroom. Phoebe was in the mood to tease.
