Chapter 16: Facial Interlude
Being the first one awake, especially on a Saturday morning, is the exception for me rather than the rule, so I had to crawl carefully out through the tangle of arms, legs, asses, breasts, bellies, and drooling mouths to ensure I didn't wake anyone else up. It also meant I had the bathroom to myself, which I have to admit I had mixed feelings about. I was grateful that I didn't have to negotiate the terms of my urination with another person, but I did miss feeling a beautiful woman's hand wrapped around my cock as she stroked my morning wood, or aiming so conscientiously while carefully squeezing and releasing the narrow neck just below the head to control the volume and shape of the stream, bending down closely to study the flow of the yellow fountain more closely than I ever had.
At least it reduced the amount of time I spent at the task, and as I returned to the bedroom I was greeted by a lovely chaotic tangle of three naked female bodies sprawled and splayed across the top of the mattress. It was hard to imagine the three of them fitting comfortably on this bed at the same time, much less having four of us sleeping there until just a few minutes before. Comfortable it must have been, though, because I had slept deeply and well, and I felt good.
My girls - I loved being able to call them my girls - really looked nice. Tethys lay on her back, arms flung out to her sides, legs flung almost as wide, her bald plump pussy as beautifully bronzed as the rest of her skin. She spent as much of her outdoor time naked as she possibly could. Her belly, flat and muscular, was framed by the arch of her rib cage and the ramparts of her hips, but her appearance was anything but bony. Her fat ratio was certainly somewhat on the low side for a woman, but it was compensated for by robust, curved muscles, the product of more than two years of regular heavy weight lifting. Yes, she had once been scrawny, but now she was simply dense, lean, and magnificently built. Her shoulder and chest muscles supported her perky, firm, petite breasts without any sign of sagging, even laying on her back, despite approaching her thirty-fourth birthday. She had a body to be proud of, and she was indeed proud of it. Her adorable, brown, round face looked angelically peaceful as she slept, open-mouthed, her breathing slow, gentle, and peaceful.
Megan slept on her right side, her left leg bent over Tethys' thigh, her left arm draped across her chest below the breasts, her face on her upper chest and shoulder, a line of drool oozing from the corner of her mouth which was nestled against Tethys' left nipple. Her skin was brown as well, but more naturally so, less bronzed and more umber. She had so recently adopted our lifestyle that I doubted being nude in the sun had made much change to her skin yet, I suspected that eventually she'd simply take on a darker shade of the same hue. Megan was almost as muscular as Tethys, and had enthusiastically embraced their thrice-weekly weight training session, but as she was still new to it, her muscularity, like her skin color, was more natural than acquired. Good genes and a generally active lifestyle had pre-adapted her naturally athletic physique, and we all knew it was just a matter of time before she would develop extraordinary strength and muscularity, while retaining her fundamentally petite build.
Hera was not the athletic type, and she approached most closely what might be considered "scrawny." But even that wasn't really accurate. A bit on the thin side, but with feminine curves and softness, she sprawled as gracefully as a sprawl can be, on her belly, her soft round ass mooning the ceiling, her pale thighs open to the breeze, her red hair splayed to the right, her head turned to the left, and her left hand wrapped in a few strands of Megan's dark tresses. Looking between her legs, I could just make out the beaded ring that adorned her clitoral hood. Her breasts were hidden from view, but I was already happily familiar with those small firm lumps capped by those pink conical nipples.
Yes, I was a lucky guy. All these women were mine. Not exclusively mine, but frequently and joyfully so. I wasn't exclusively theirs either, but my quality time with the three of them far exceeded that with any of the other wonderful female members of our tribe. These I knew the best, these I responded to the best, and while I shared them willingly, and they me, I knew that it was these three, with Tethys as the anchor, that truly made up my intimate family. Two Greek, one Hispanic, all passionate and uninhibited lovers, all made me feel loved, accepted, and desired, something that had so rarely been the case before I had met them. They were the very definition of wild and free, but being free, they always returned to me. How could I improve on that?
There was a pussy winking at me as I stood beside the bed. It belonged to Tethys, and it was facing me as I faced her. I knelt between her splayed legs and leaned close, making sure not to touch it yet. As far as I was concerned it was the most beautiful pussy in the world. I examined it as if my eyes were a drone hovering above her soft landscape. At the base of the smooth bronze hill of her mons, the clitoral hood rose gradually like a low ridge, a little darker than the surroundings. The apex of the ridge ended at the clitoral peak, only partly covered by the hood ridge, but slightly poking out above it. I knew when she was aroused how it expanded and lengthened beyond that protective flesh. The color here changed abruptly from golden brown to pink, the ridge divided into the two thin fleshy flaps of her inner labia which rose subtly above the fleshy hump that separated her muscular thighs. There was moisture on the insides of those lips, and the smooth valley that plunged downward into her hidden recesses glistened in the morning light.
I inhaled the sweet aroma of her sex. It wasn't the musky fragrance of desire, that would come soon enough, for now it was a mild, floral, almost tangy scent that invited me to explore further. Explore I did. Using just the tip of my tongue, and the gentlest, softest of touches, I came in for a momentary contact with her clit. I pulled back, and then dipped lower, following the ridges of her labial flaps, alternating left and right, barely licking, or nibbling, or kissing. Tethys didn't stir, but I could see the engorgement beginning in her flesh, her skin slightly reddened, her crotch heated up and became moister. Dewy little beads of glisten began to appear at the entrance to her dark pink tunnel, and I stared in adoration. The best pussy in the universe. So hungry, so demanding, so generous. So beautiful, so feminine, so lascivious. I extended my tongue, and dipped it into the rapidly oozing opening. I heard a quiet whimper above, a slight quiver as the nerve signals began to connect with the still-sleeping brain. Maybe I could gradually enter a delicious dream she might be having.
I slid a finger into her portal, and was rewarded with a low moan. I marveled at how the internal walls of that pussy tightened around it - a narrow finger, yet it clutched me. I imagined how much more firmly it would grasp a firm, thick aroused cock. I thought about its response to a thrusting male shaft, how it would adjust to a variety of shapes, girths, lengths, textures, and densities. Every cock that fucked her was so different, and yet she made each one feel completely at home, as if her pussy was made to accommodate it. It could grasp a cock so firmly, yet coat it with such slippery sweet nectar that its movement in and out of her felt smooth and easy.
I amazed myself, that I would be thinking with such admiration of her ability to fuck multiple men. But why not? She'd never been secretive about her polyamory. I'd known about it as long as I'd known her. When we began dating, there was one other man besides me that she was regularly fucking, Carl. Now there were six of us, and more would likely appear. I examined her pussy again as I inserted another finger. Knowing how that pussy was made to be fucked, how it needed and demanded a variety of cocks, how it stretched and squeezed and flexed differently for each one, to make each one feel it as perfection, did not make her less of a woman. It didn't make her less feminine, less desirable, less beautiful less joyful, less intelligent, or less loving. She was all these things in abundance, and whether she was fucking me, another man, or a woman, I felt privileged to be there with her, to be able to experience the expression of rapture on her face, to hear her laughter, to rejoice in those glorious orgasmic sounds. Tethys was made for sex, she was created to share her passion in the form of her body as much as her other artistic creations. Eroticism was her being, her soul. Every breath of air, every drop of water, every morsel of food, every dragonfly flitting over a pond, every song of happiness, all was sexual for her. I was part of that, and I loved her for it. Hera and Megan could invoke the Goddess, Tethys
was
the Goddess.
She moaned again as my fingers gradually increased their pace and their pressure inside her. My tongue lapped happily at her clit, dipped itself into her opening, then slid up and around her sensitive labial tissues. Her hips and thighs jerked, and she opened her eyes.
"How come you're not fucking me yet?" she demanded.
My cock was ready to go. As I had imagined the remarkable ability of her beautiful pussy to joyfully embrace and envelop such a variety of penises, bestowing her feminine blessings on each and every one, I had envisioned my own cock as being the chief of that number. Many men would fuck her, but it would be my cock that she would compare all others to. My cock, wide and flat and freakishly shaped, the one that women had once scorned and laughed at. Now when women laughed at the sight and feel of my cock, they were laughing with delight and excitement. My cock hadn't changed, but my mindset had, and the women that I chose to be with were much more to my liking.
As I plunged my cock into my lover, as she grabbed my ass to pull me in deeper, as her happy gurgles slowly woke the other women in the bed, I thought of how my life had changed in less than two years. I had almost resigned myself to a life of celibacy, assured by my previous experiences that no woman would want me sexually, that my odd-shaped cock was inherently unworthy, and that I might as well just throw myself into my work and live as a corporate drone. Then Tethys entered my life; I found myself desired, appreciated, respected. My cock wasn't so bad after all, I'd just been unfortunate enough to share it with unappreciative women. That had changed, and now I had access to no less than eight women of different ages, backgrounds, and personalities who all thought that both me and my "flight deck" were beautiful and who craved its attention. I could literally have sex now any time I wanted (except at work, of course). It had even enhanced my professional life. Rather than a corporate drone, my self-respect had influenced others around me, I had grown into a leadership position, and I was leading an important new project. And it was all because of this woman whose pussy I was now deeply embedded in, who some more narrow-minded people might consider a slut. If she was a slut, then sluts should be much more common. She had blessed my life, and in fact inspired better, happier lives for more than a dozen other men and women who now met regularly as a Tribe to celebrate our joyful sexual existence.
And of course, my laundry expenses were much decreased lately.
