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My Polyamorous Girl Pt 23

My Polyamorous Girl Pt 23

by mimiray
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Chapter 23: A Bad Year

It was Sunday night, January 5, the last evening of the holidays. Today's Tribal Gathering had been pleasant, mellow, and relaxed. While the sex had been no less abundant and widespread than usual, there had been no sense of urgency. The intensity was down, although there was every bit as much affection and love as always. Everyone seemed relaxed and happy, almost satiated before they arrived. It may have been the sexual equivalent of offering a steak dinner immediately after a three-egg omelet breakfast. Over the holiday period, I think everyone in The Tribe had done more fucking than they ever had before, or at least, in the case of Joe and Joanne, for a very long time. Tethys and I agreed, at any rate, that we'd had more orgasms with a better distribution of partners than we could remember. The addition of Pete had been a factor in that, as had the length of the holiday season for me. I hadn't taken a full two weeks off without going anywhere in forever. It was possibly the least stressful period of time in my adult life.

The gathering had wrapped up rather early for the two of us tonight, as Megan had to leave to take the evening shift she'd traded off a few days before, and both Herakles and I had to restart a workweek tomorrow. Pete, Rick and Angela, being students, had a little more flexibility with their time, Henri's restaurant was closed on Mondays, Joe and Joanne were retired, Phoebe was a full-time housewife, Rena worked evenings during the week, and Tethys and Hera could set whatever schedules they damn well pleased. Fortunately, Tethys chose to go home with me. We'd showered and were cuddling in bed, not really tired, but not wanting to be busy with anything either.

That lack of business apparently didn't apply to my fingers and lips, as I began feeling very affectionate. Tethys wasn't normally real big on foreplay, at least not being on the receiving end. She'd always preferred straight-up fucking, and being an aggressive, oral, giver. She had a real love of both sucking cock and eating pussy in addition to being fucked, so foreplay for her was something she dished out, rather than received. But tonight, I wanted to be the oral giver. I'd gone down on several of the women during the course of the day, and found it pleasantly inspiring. I wanted the day to end with the taste of Tethys on my tongue. I started with gentle kisses on her forehead moving down the bridge of her nose, sliding off to her cheeks, and the centering back on her lips. She was unusually responsive, and as I kissed her face, my fingers explored the soft landscape from her breasts, sliding down her belly, stroking her slippery bare mons, to her even slipperier fleshy butterfly wings. The nub of her clit was expanded and sensitive, and she moaned into my mouth as the tips of our tongues flicked over one another.

With my non-genitally occupied hand, I reached up to gently embrace her scalp, and while massaging there, my face migrated downward, my lips inhaling, relishing, and exploring the sensitive skin of her neck, her throat, and the v-shaped notch at the joint of her clavicles. She sucked in her breath as my tongue explored down her chest, sliding over the contours of each breast, lingering deliciously over each nipple, taking it into my mouth and slowly releasing it. They were wonderfully firm and springy under my lips. The journey continued, my cheeks, still smoothly shaved, feeling the subtle topography of her abdominal musculature over her flat and powerful belly. I paused at her navel, dipping and swirling my tongue in the little pocket, bringing moans and giggles from her.

As I approached the core of her sacred hallows, the excitement in both of us grew and spread. I could smell the luscious aroma of arousal, hear the catch in her breath, and feel the quivering in her skin which somehow seemed in synchrony with my own. As my face glided smoothly towards that most desirable of flesh-altars, I was ready to make my most devoted offering, knowing that in no way would it be a sacrifice. I positioned myself where I could look directly into her juicy depths, gazed with awe for a few moments, and then presented my love offering, the tip of my tongue.

She bucked, squealed, giggled again, I responded by licking upward from the underside of her clit with the drooling flat side of my tongue. This elicited a more satisfied moan. My activity around her freely flowing pussy increased and diversified, with my tongue, lips, teeth, and even my nose brought into action. I took my time. How could I not? There was so much beauty, so much succulence, so much flavor, so much fragrance, and so many shared endorphins to experience. I stretched my arms over my head, reaching up to her breasts and nipples, massaging and tweaking them with my fingers while I licked, sucked, nibbled, and sipped the nectarous floral flesh that my face felt so much at home with. I tasted her special essence, as well as faint traces of mixed Pete, Rick, Henri, and myself. I wouldn't have been able to tell them apart, of course, I only knew which ones were there because I had watched, cheered, and taken part in their - and my -- ejaculations. Tethys sighed, squeaked, laughed, she howled, and even gurgled, past caring about anything but the overwhelming sensations of the moment. She actually farted once, which caused a short pause while I withdrew to find some oxygen, she emitted an "oops!" and we had a chance to reset our romantic mood and steel ourselves for the next round.

Most of her orgasms came from deep penetration and a particular rhythm and angle that she usually maneuvered by fucking on top. For her to be cumming repeatedly on her back, controlled and manipulated by oral mauling, was an infrequent and inspiring change of pace. It triggered an escalation of our lechery, and within a few moments I was on top of her, thrusting my wide flight deck into her heaving sea of depraved ecstasy. I forgot to be sensual and romantic, and simply pounded the fuck out of her while she screamed for more. When I squirted my hot goo into her equally hot cunt, it was as intense as any group sex I'd ever experienced. I couldn't help but take a panting moment to compare the pleasure I felt when there were several of us stimulating each other to the intensity of a one-on-one debauched delight with Tethys. I knew I needed both, and would never be able to completely enjoy the one without the other.

There was no need to clean up, our sweaty and leaking secretions were part of the lingering afterglow. We simply held each other in our arms for several long minutes, then drifted easily into a relaxed state of contemplation and appreciation of the day.

"That was a deep conversation you were having with Pete while you were riding him," I recalled. "I'm surprised he was able to stay hard inside you, considering the topic."

"I think he enjoys that kind of discussion, because he shot a big load up my cunt right in the middle of it," she laughed.

"I noticed! But the topic was pretty near to your heart as well, not just your pussy."

"Well, of course it was near to my heart. It was my idea! I thought it was original with me, but when he started talking about making a distinction between ethics and morality, it felt like he'd pulled it right out of my own brain!"

I nodded. I'd been pretty surprised when he brought it up as well. "So it's either a matter of great minds thinking alike, or maybe its not such an unusual idea after all," I offered.

I'd never heard anybody else mention it before I thought of it, and I had to mull it over a long time before it made sense," she said. "I never expected to be hearing it from a kid. And it IS an unusual idea, because even though the distinction has been made before, I've never seen it characterized the way I do. The other distinctions I've read don't really make the differences all that clear. They aren't consistent, either. They talk personal versus community values, or external versus internalized beliefs, or rules versus principles, things that can be thought of as interchangeable. I don't look at it that way, because I think the distinction is greater than that. I do agree with the rules versus principles concept, but not in the way I've seen others argue it. You've heard me talk about it before: morals are rules that are defined within a specific cultural context, things like who you can fuck and when, how you dress, how you show respect for people, and specific behaviors and taboos. Ethics is a set of principles, but not principles that are set by a community. They are principles that derive naturally from our common humanity, based on the reality of fundamental human equality."

"Yeah, you've explained it to me," I smiled. "More than once. I had to look it up myself, and believe it or not, your take on it makes more sense to me, and it's easier to understand than most of what I read. Some philosophers claim there's no distinction at all."

"I think those are the post-modernists," Tethys scoffed. "They don't believe there's anything that defines humanity other than culture, and every human emotion or value is some culturally dispensable thing. To them every cultural belief is equally valid, so by definition there's no possibility of moral progress. There is no Enlightenment in that approach. I think the very diversity of culture is what demonstrates that culture is an aspect of humanity, not the whole of it. We are shaped by our culture, but we also shape our cultures. You can be moral within the standards of your culture, but your culture itself can be inhumane, and therefore unethical."

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"And Pete spit out the same type of characterization you did," I recalled. "I was surprised. But I really liked him using the example of the Aztecs."

"I loved it," she smiled. "I almost had an orgasm right there! Of course, he added a few twists on his thrusts at the same time, so that helped. He used Nazis and the old southern plantation-based slave owning cultural systems, too. Every one of those cultures had strong moral values that their own people cherished, yet those values were deeply unethical in any truly humane society. And it's true of our own modern society as well. There's so much injustice committed in the name of morality, I can only conclude that our morals are often unethical."

"I assume that's been a topic that he and Megan have discussed at length too, isn't it?"

"Of course. Supposedly they're going to collaborate in their post-graduate work on that topic," she said.

"That's a few years from now. I'm sure they'll be married by then," I responded.

Tethys raised an eyebrow as she looked at me. "I'm certain of that."

I thought for a moment,and then offered one more thought. "Have you considered that, because our lifestyle is considered immoral by large segments of our society, that you're just rationalizing the idea so that you can claim what we're doing is ethical after all? Doesn't that act as a way to dismiss a guilty conscience?"

"Yes I have considered that, you dunce. How shallow do you think I am? But rather than we having to rationalize our behavior, why don't you come up with a convincing argument that what we're doing is objectively either immoral or unethical? Under what standards does it fall into those categories? When you do that, you'll understand why the standards themselves are flawed. I think my perspective is actually the more objective one, and Pete's process of arriving at the same conclusion is a pretty good demonstration of that."

I had no argument, no dispute, and no reason to give it another thought, for now. What I did have was a reason to fall into a deep, peaceful sleep with Tethys in my arms.

The holidays were over, but I was struggling to overcome their inertia on Monday morning at the office. Fortunately, no emergencies had occurred over the two weeks of my vacation, and I'd been uninterrupted. That did mean it took a little while to get back into the rhythm of the workday. But I wasn't the only one. As I went over the logs from the previous two weeks, looking for any irregularities, Beth burst into my cubicle to whisper excitedly about her holidays.

"Did you see the video I sent everybody? I think it was the most outrageous and kinky I've ever been! God, it was overwhelmingly wild!"

"Um, no. When did you send it? I haven't really looked at my phone yet," I replied.

She seemed a little crestfallen. "I know Hera's seen it, she sent a response. Anyway, you want to see on a big screen, not your phone. Check it out tonight with Tethys."

She looked around, and then leaned towards my ear. "A

five-person orgy

!"

My only surprise there was my lack of surprise. She'd mentioned the possibility before in her new living arrangement. After all, she was already living in a threesome with Dan and Nathan, two men who had considered themselves gay until their experience with her had convinced them they were "merely bisexual." She'd even had a few foursomes with other men, some that she'd brought home and a couple that Dan and Nathan had met. She herself was completely heterosexual, she insisted, having no more than an aesthetic appreciation of the female bisexuality that was commonplace within The Tribe. She was only attracted to men, but the more the merrier.

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"That must have been fun," I nodded. Of course, that kind of encounter wouldn't be my cup of tea, but I was glad she'd finally found a lifestyle she was happy with. We'd discussed in the past how miserable she had been trying to be monogamous. "I guess four guys is a new record for you, right?"

"Only three guys. We had a married couple - a man and woman - partying with us. The guy was bisexual, and

so was his wife!

"

This time my eyebrow did raise a bit. "Well that's a new experience for you. How did you handle it?"

"I didn't do anything with her, actually," she shook her head. "But I actually thought about it. That was a first in itself. She was cheering me on while I fucked her husband, so I had to be there for her when Nathan and Dan and her husband triple teamed her. She had all three openings filled at once, and when I saw all that cum leaking out of her, I was a little tempted to taste some of it from her." She looked around to make sure she wasn't being overheard, while making a little "eeeew" noise at her own words.

"You're evolving, young lady," Now you'll have some pleasant memories that will keep you happy while you go over those temporary table discussion points I sent you before Christmas."

"Party pooper!" she grimaced, and then the smile returned to her face as she sashayed happily back to her cubicle.

We met again later that morning, along with Mike, who rather emphatically insisted that we discuss a potential flaw he'd found in our database schema - several, in fact.

"I've found five instances where the primary keys are basically meaningless, they don't protect against duplicates in the data. The records think they're unique, because they've got unique key values, but those are basically just row numbers. They don't help when they don't distinguish the actual data in the rows."

We spent the better part of a week analyzing each instance, including doing a deeper dive into the data model, which uncovered one more. All of them, it turned out, had been inherited from the existing database. Our new version's design was a big improvement over what we had, but there had still been some glitches that had gotten through our initial screen. Only two of them, we discovered, could be corrected within the table and key design itself. The others were going to require application code to enforce their data integrity, a choice I didn't like in principle, but this was neither the first or last time in my career that such a solution would be necessary. This was one area where Beth excelled, though: writing clean clear efficient code that would probably give higher performance than relying on the database engine, even if that had been practical in these cases.

We were still early in the design process, and the goal was still to "make it work" rather than "make it fast." But we did need to head off fundamental design flaws that could cause data corruption or major logjams later. So far, I was happy with our results.

I was also happy with Beth. Our relationship had gotten off to a rocky start, after she'd seen an explicit photo that Tethys had sent me, Sonia with Henri's giant cock draped over her shoulder, on her first day at work. She'd apparently formed the impression that I was setting her up for sexual harassment, and for some time I was in terror that she would get HR involved, and my career would be over. Instead, she'd confronted me about it herself and in private, and although it took some time, I eventually was convinced she had no intention of reporting me, nor was she thinking of backmailing me over it. There was still plenty of discomfort though, because she began to take an inordinate interest in my sex life. As it turned out, I had no need to worry. She was facing a major crisis in her own sexual identity, and mostly needed a stable reference point, and then a sounding board. Once she was able to accept and understand her own sexuality, and able to pursue without guilt the types of relationships that suited her (which were quite different than the relationships those of us in The Tribe indulged in), she had become not only a vital technical asset to the group, but a fun and pleasant working companion. Tethys, Megan and Hera had all gotten to know her, and they were good friends, the kind of friends who shared their own homemade porn freely with one another. Beth preferred bisexual men, and now had a sleep-in arrangement with a male couple, occasionally entertaining other men or even male-female couples as groups. She was very happy, and it showed in her work.

The other member of our team, Mike, had worked with me for several years. He was quietly competent, single and geeky, the prototypical archetype of the techno-nerd. He had a silent crush on Beth, as did several of our other coworkers, but no expectation of it ever becoming requited. Whatever our personal needs and turmoils, we had turned into a very good team, and the project was not only ahead of schedule, but actually accelerating its development.

January flew by, and I was all smiles when Sonia and Carl finally returned to our fold. We met them at the airport, and it was a happy, but short, reunion. They'd had a successful tour, but an exhausting one, and not only were they both tired, but they were a little bit tired of each other. People used to polyamorous experiences, at least in this case, found it a bit of a strain to be forced into extended monogamy. It wasn't going to be a problem. Sonia's first priority was Henri, and vice versa. They flew into each other's arms, and just before they completely disappeared, Sonia looked at us with a smile.

"See ya on Sunday!" she said.

On Saturday, Tethys was at her place concentrating on her projects. She was also on her period. It was one of the few times she felt unambiguously non-sexy, and non-social, and she used that period productively, often pulling marathon painting sessions or putting out dozens of idea sketches for future projects. She'd assured me the bleeding had slowed to some final spotting, and she'd be ready for us all, including Sonia, on Sunday.

It was evening, and Megan was at work. Pete was at home with his family, Rena was with Phoebe and Heracles, Angela and Rick were probably alone together, and from what I understood, Carl was visiting Joe and Jo tonight, ostensibly going over their training program. I was pretty sure that training included sloppy seconds.

Hera was with me, naked as usual, and I was lying flat on my back, also as usual when Hera was with me. If she wasn't riding cowgirl on me she was likely on all fours in front of me. Not completely fair, actually, since there were plenty of times when we were lying together cuddling, our fingers and lips exploring one anothers' bodies, or me enjoying the taste and texture of her firm little pink nipples perched atop the gentle, subtle swelling of her petite breasts, or else she was between my legs with her lips wrapped around the shaft of my cock, or I was between her legs with the tip of my tongue toying with her clit ring.

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