Chapter 20: Giving Thanks
The following week was Tethys' birthday, her thirty-fourth. We had a Sunday gang-bang scheduled for her too, but it was a somewhat more muted event than Megan's had been. The primary reason for that was the departure of Sonia and Carl a couple of days before. The tour was to visit multiple cities in Australia, the Philippines, Thailand, Vietnam, China, and end in Tokyo. They would be gone for at least four months. Henri, especially, was feeling melancholy. Megan, Hera, and the other ladies gave him extra affectionate attention, and he was able to do his manly duty for Tethys, cumming inside her twice, matching Rick's capacity in an inspired effort.
Brimming with seven loads of semen, Tethys tried to keep as much of it inside her as she could. She was legendary in her ability to keep her pussy from leaking her man's offering if she chose to, but that skill only worked if there were no other cocks thrusting inside her to push out whatever had been previously deposited. As there were five us, almost as much cum flowed out of her as spewed in, and the other girls found plenty to keep their taste buds satisfied as they licked up any excess they could reach from pussy lips, thighs, and spent cocks. On reflection, I was grateful and a little enchanted at the oral proclivities of all the tribe's women. They all seemed to adore the taste of male cum, and Tethys and Megan were especially vocal about how much they enjoyed the taste, the texture, the consistency, the aroma, and the appearance of cum. I know that some women don't like it, some endure it for the love of their men, some enjoy it as part of the shared pleasure with their partner, but our girls quite simply loved it for its own sake, and on its own terms. And when the most experienced of them, Hera, Tethys, and Joanne, said that we guys made it easy because all of us had unusually good tasting semen, I felt even more gratified to be part of this group.
Tethys was the only one receiving ejaculate, but she wasn't the only one getting fucked. Our girls might have enjoyed cum inside them, but it wasn't necessary for their own orgasms, as long as the cock was hard, enthusiastic, skilled, and attentive. I'm proud to say we were all of that. Before I donated my seed to the cause of Tethys, I warmed up by spending a good amount of quality time satisfying first Rena, and immediately afterward her now-nineteen year old daughter Megan. Yes, it was a challenge not to release it all into either one of them, especially with the enthusiasm of the assistance I was getting from each. As I fucked Rena doggy style, Megan knelt beside me, whispering erotic encouragement in my ear and then nibbling on my earlobe, pinching, pulling and tickling my nipples, stroking up and down my belly, and reaching down behind me to diddle my ass and squeeze my balls as I thrust into her mother. As Rena squealed with delight, Megan flattered me with her tongue and kissed my face and lips.
Two orgasms later, the ladies switched. Megan, as was her usual preference, put me on my back, and climbed aboard. Her teasing of me while I'd fucked her mother was apparently all the foreplay she needed, because as she sank down upon my already slippery cock, her pussy facing my toes, she was as wet as I'd ever felt her. Her elbows clenched the sides of my rib cage as they braced her upper body on the carpet, her back leaning over my chest. Her legs were spread wide, he knees bent, and her feet firmly planted on the floor. In this position I could simply lie back and relax while her hip and abdominal muscles did most of the work of lifting her drooling pussy up and down along my shaft, her vaginal muscles alternately gripping and releasing my cock as she worked it. It was an energy intensive fuck, but she had plenty of energy to spare. She even had a song prepared for the occasion, "Boys" by Charli XCX. That was a good thing, because the lyrics were so quirky that we both had to suppress giggles while she was singing, a trick almost as effective as thinking about baseball scores while I'm fucking. In the meantime, Rena kept the giggles interspersed with happy moans from each of us as she crouched between our legs and used her finger, lips and tongue on my balls and my shaft, and her daughter's clit and labia as each bit of sodden and aroused flesh presented itself. Through all that, and while I reached up and played with her nipples, Megan never missed a beat, smiling, moaning and wailing while chanting,
"I was busy thinkin' 'bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreamin' 'bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinnin' thinkin' 'bout boys"
Somehow, Megan managed to orgasm while giggling and singing. It was a fun way to fuck, and it made my subsequent climax inside Tethys that much quicker, easier, and more intense.
Ok, so maybe "subdued" was the wrong description. It was mellow, it was playful, it was relaxed, it was affectionate. But we all still missed Sonia and Carl.
Of course, nobody missed Sonia as much as Henri did, and as time went on he became more despondent. Tethys and Hera became his primary comforters. Both of them took to visiting him every Monday morning, and Hera dropped by a couple of other days a week. He was grateful for the extra attention, but nobody could blame him for his blues. He and Sonia had been together longer than Tethys and I had, and although their relationship had been wide open, their devotion to one another had never been in question. This was the second time that they had endured an extended separation, and while having The Tribe to help relieve his loneliness and horniness helped this time, the emotional melancholy was if anything more pronounced than before. Tethys and Hera were not replacements, and they didn't try to be, but they were able to provide some needed pussy, and probably even more important for his piece of mind, they were good listeners. They couldn't be his soulmates, but they could be his friends. It helped.
Their time with Henri also gave Tethys and Hera a new way to torture me. The length, girth, and heft of his cock was legendary within The Tribe, it was indisputable that none of us had seen a larger one, or even a near-equal. They also knew that I was a bit insecure about my own cock, with its odd shape, wide and flat on the top, to the extent that they called it my "flight deck." Not until I had joined The Tribe had I come to truly understand that every penis is unique, and unusual genital configurations are not all that unusual. It was true for the women as well, every pussy was arranged slightly differently, and felt and tasted unique to my tongue and dick. They were all beautiful, of course, but I had a bit more trouble applying that philosophy of
vive la différence
to my own anatomy. Some painful and humiliating early experiences, women rejecting, insulting, or simply being repulsed by my unorthodox genital structure had led me to assume that I was an unlovable freak, and until I met Tethys, I'd lived my life that way. Tethys had embraced my unusual cock, literally, and she, Hera, and Megan had all been emphatic that my equipment was not only perfectly acceptable, but stunningly beautiful, even preferable to more conventional cocks. No one else in The Tribe had shown the slightest discomfort at my build either, so I had almost put all that behind me.
But some women, including all the women I happen to love, seem to be unable to resist mischief. It happened when I was in my usual position, flat on my back, while Hera straddled me, moving leisurely up and down over my soaked shaft, sensuously savoring the slow slide of my flesh within hers as she gripped me firmly with her vaginal muscles. She'd just come down from one orgasm, and it looked like she was pacing herself before building up to the next one. She looked down at Tethys, who was resting her head on my belly, lovingly absorbed in the close-up view of my wide flat shaft slowly disappearing into Hera's glistening folds, and then just a slowly re-appearing a few seconds later. She was gently and idly stroking Hera's thighs as she watched, sometimes inhaling deeply to catch the full aroma of the spectacle.
"So, what do you think of Henri's cock?" she smiled down, her eyes flickering momentarily in my direction before focusing deliberately on Tethys. "I love how black and shiny it is, it's like a black marble sculpture, but pliable and tasty."
I could only see the back of Tethys' head, but I could feel her cheeks pull back into a wicked grin before she answered.
"I love it. Moving it around is like lifting weights at the gym, it's so massive. And I love its heat and texture. When he's inside me I feel like a stuffed turkey, but in a good way."
