My Polyamorous Girl

Chapter 26: Ever After

Tethys remained on the pill for a full week after the wedding. She didn't want to risk any possibility that some of the gang-bang sperm in her might somehow be extra robust. She also quickly rescinded her previous instruction that I only fuck her until she'd successfully conceived. She didn't pretend that her reasons were solely for my benefit.

"You're going to be fucking me twice a day as it is. I know on some days you're good for three loads. I don't want you to start thinking of fucking me as a chore, and wanting a break. So you'll be getting breaks. Hera and Megan are here a lot of the time, Rena visits fairly regularly, Angela and Sonia come by from time to time. And then there's the workouts at Carl's. We're going to keep doing those. You're already looking more buff than you've ever been. I like it! So you'll get plenty of exposure to other pussies," she argued. Then her face took on a mischievous smirk.

"And I do plan to have other girls and guys around. Just because I'm not fucking other men doesn't mean I can't enjoy their cocks. In fact, I'll finally, at least temporarily, resolve the conflict that I've been struggling with for a long time. You know I always have trouble deciding whether a guy should cum in my cunt or my mouth. That gang bang was great, with all the men cumming in my pussy, but sometime I'd maybe like to do a half and half, or even a full oral gangbang. So, while I'm trying to get pregnant, I'll have only you cumming in my pussy, and all the other guys cumming in my mouth.... Or on my face," she continued after a moment's thought. "I think I've been inspired by Hera a bit. There is something alluring about a face dripping with cum, especially if I'm casually chatting with your mother while it drips!"

"Good God, I've created a monster!" I moaned.

"I'm just leaning into an environment of abundance," she shrugged. "Except it seems like I still want more. I wish I could explain how much I love semen: the taste, the aroma, how it feels on my skin, how it feels in my cunt, how it effects my endorphins, my hormones, not to mention my pheromones."

"Didn't you once tell me that not everyone's cum tastes good?"

"That's true, and you've heard it from Hera and Megan too. Actually, Carl was the first man with delicious cum I ever met, and you were the second. But that's mostly a factor of the guy's lifestyle: smoking, heavy drinking, drugs, bad diet and poor health all make semen taste worse. But every man in The Tribe is healthy, you're all fit and conscientious about your diets, you all exercise, nobody here is a smoker or much of a drinker, nobody takes anything heavier than an occasional bit of weed. Come to think of it, that's really just Hera. I don't think any of the guys even indulge that far. I know you don't. But before Carl, all the guys I dated were losers in a lot of ways, and collectively they had every bad health habit possible. And their cum reflected that. That's one of the reasons I'm such a loyal Tribal cultist, because everyone here is yummy. And now that I'm acclimated to it, I can drink a lot of it, cupfulls if I want."

"Maybe you should pour it on your morning cereal," I suggested.

"I wouldn't have to worry about lactose intolerance, would I?" she smiled.

Tethys was right, of course. Hera, Megan, and Rena were frequent visitors, and where Megan went so did Pete. Carl often accompanied Rena, and Hera, when she wasn't there to be fucked by me, was always willing to suck my cum out of the pussies of Megan and Rena, or Angela and Sonia if they visited. Henri and Rick showed up when Sonia or Angela did, and Tethys was happy to accept their fellated offerings as well. Three times a week, a group of us met at Carl's house for our weight lifting sessions, and there were also occasional visits with Beth and her harem. While I fucked Beth, Tethys managed to get at least one of the Mike/Romeo duo to cum in her mouth, and often the other to splatter her face. I continued to wonder about the extent of Mike's bisexuality, he always seemed extra enthusiastic about opportunities to be with Tethys, and he was inspired with fucking Beth as well. In comparison, Romeo seemed almost like an afterthought to him. I hoped this wouldn't add a stressor to their home dynamic. Finally, there were of course our Sunday meetings at Jo and Joe's. So we nearly always had one or more available cocks for Tethys to use as spigots for her taste buds.

As for my mother, we were seeing more of her than ever before, now that she had been introduced to our world and was at least superficially comfortable with it. She was good about calling before visiting, which gave Tethys the opportunity to frequently do exactly what she'd talked about. If one of the other men was available, she'd demand a quick facial from one or more of them before Melody arrived. It quickly became traditional for Tethys to sit grinding on my lap, my hard cock heaving inside her, while we casually chatted with my mom about whatever the topic of the day was. Tethys was not shy about vocalizing her orgasms mid-conversation, and it was obvious to me that somehow my mom's attention during the fucking/discussions triggered her to orgasm more than she would have were it just the two of us. It was interesting how her exhibitionism increased when my mother was part of the audience. What turned her on most of all was if I jismed inside her during the visit, she would have a loud orgasm simultaneous with my spew, and our mutual groaning and gasping would necessitate at least a short break in the conversation flow. That would be compensated by the visible flow of my cum out of her dripping pussy. She had the ability to hold it inside, but she much preferred the display of outflow for my mother's benefit.

My mother accepted our fucking in her presence in the intended spirit. Her son was part of a porn cult, and that was ok. She accepted the nudity-only policy at our house, and I continually marveled at how comfortable she was shucking her clothes during her visits. I found myself wishing I had known her like this when we were younger. Of course, I also wished I had known

myself

like this when I was younger. And, I wished I had known Tethys when we were younger. But then, we can't get to where were are except through where we've been, right? I could only enjoy being where my life had brought me.

I didn't expect married life to change our lifestyle all that much, at least not in the short term, and it didn't. The biggest change had to do with the steps we were taking to get Tethys pregnant. She was thirty five now, still too young to worry about declining fertility, but the clock was definitely ticking. I wondered how long it would take for her to conceive. It may not have been scientifically valid, but we were operating under the assumption that keeping her sexual stimulation almost continuous would fine tune her hormone levels into stimulating fertile ovulations. The other assumption was that having me ejaculate as often as I could manage would shift my sperm manufacturing capacity into high gear. In truth, that wasn't much of a change. Tethys, along with the rest of the women in The Tribe, was part of the horniest group of females I could possibly imagine, and it had been a two-year challenge keeping my semen production at a high enough capacity to make them happy. Abundant practice had definitely improved my output to a certain extent, but there were limits. I knew my semen was not at its most concentrated possible state of potency, but Tethys was more than happy to overwhelm any dilution with added volume. So was I. Many couples, I understand, find their ardor fading after an extended period of frequent fucking, but I felt no sign of that happening with us. I guessed that it was at least partly because we were so social about it. Not only was I frequently fucking Tethys in the presence of my mother or our Tribe members, but I was also frequently fucking those same friends, in multiple combinations. There was just no opportunity to settle into a boring routine, and as frequent as the sex was, it was also varied and consistently fresh.

As the summer ripened, many of our activities were familiar. Sundays at the Hills' continued as before, Hippie Hollow was reopened after the previous years' isolation, Hera and Tethys continued their art projects, and I worked at the office -- fully clothed -- about half time, the rest of the time naked at home. It wasn't quite so routine for some of our friends, though. The college semester had ended, and Pete and Megan, as well as Rick and Angela, were taking on full time jobs for the summer. Rena's situation had also been the topic of some discussion within The Tribe. We all agreed that she was way overqualified to be working as an evening cleaning lady in homes and offices. Pete ultimately came to the rescue.

While Covid wasn't completely a thing of the past, fear of it was rapidly fading, and society was returning to some semblance of normalcy. People were getting out and about more, and businesses were re-opening, or starting over. Pete's family business had been fairly successful helping with the DYI projects of those who'd been home during the pandemic lockdowns, but now demand was literaly exploding. Pete, in fact, was unsure he would even be returning to college in the fall. There were so many backed up projects that all of his time would be required to manage the overflow. In spite of his family scruples about our Tribal orgiastic lifestyle, Carl had turned out to be a great asset to the business, and Pete's family liked him. They also liked Megan, as long as she kept her clothes on while she was in their presence. And, they needed to expand, and needed help. It was a no-brainer to bring Rena into the landscaping/home improvement business, first as manual labor, but quickly transitioning into procurement, inventory, and dispatch. Not only did her income improve substantially, her work environment became much more pleasant. She and Carl worked as a team within the team, as did Megan and Pete. The new dynamic was bound to spill over into The Tribe as a whole, but whatever the changes were, they were subtle, and seemed positive. The main change was an added confidence, almost an arrogance, on the part of Pete and Rena that I'd never seen before, and even Carl seemed to be a little more talkative than before. Tethys always referred to him as her Denisovan, but he didn't really seem that primitive to me.

Central Texas summers are hot and humid, and clothes get uncomfortable quickly. As nudists, we didn't have that issue so often, but being bare skinned did mean our copious sweat had nothing to absorb it. Our bodies were glistening and dripping whenever we were outdoors, and when we were fucking, it was like we'd brought the sea and surf with us on our skins. The sounds of flesh splashing sometimes overpowered the sounds of flesh slapping, as well as the moans and groans of pleasure. The women commented on how much saltier my cum tasted, and I had the same impression about the juicy secretions of the ladies. We had to stay well hydrated, and much of our time during the Hill's Sunday gatherings was spent in the pool, not just alongside it. Another consequence was that we all got darker, all except Hera who continued to remain under the covered porch most of the time. I especially enjoyed watching her playing with Henri and Sonia, one of several reasons being the contrast of their skin tones made for a magnificent composition.

Tethys and I had discussed it in passing before, without making any serious attempts at deciding yet, but the rest of The Tribe was intensely curious, and the question was often the main source of debate in and around the pool: "What are you going to name the baby?"

Tethys was actually a little uncomfortable thinking about it before she was even pregnant, some superstitious part of her subconscious feared it would jinx the whole effort. But it was hard to quell the enthusiasm of all those who expected to be uncle or aunt to the promised child. It turned out the easiest way for Tethys to handle the topic was to straddle me and push herself over my cock whenever the topic arose. She could talk about it a lot more easily if we were fucking at the time. It did nothing for my rational repartee, but I handled it as well as I could.

"If it's a boy, will he be Taylor Junior?" asked Phoebe, who happened to be tickling my balls at the time while Tethys slid down my shaft.

"No," I breathed loquaciously.

"How about Nicholas?" called out Hera, with a very mischievous lilt in her voice. Tethys glared at her, which was the reaction Hera was hoping for, but then she surprised us all by orgasming on my cock in mid-glare. I'll never completely understand women.

"Will it be a Greek name?" nagged Herakles, looking just as amused as the other members of his family.

"I don't know," both Tethys and I gasped it out simultaneously, which led to a roomful of laughter. I realized it wasn't the specifics of the subject matter that was driving Tethys over the edge, it was the sustained attention and enjoyment of her audience, and the laughter caused yet another climax to bubble up in her. If she didn't get pregnant, I knew I was going to die happy in the effort.

She went off the pill in late May. She had what we considered a "natural" menstruation in late June. In late July she had another. In the meantime, I was more sexually active than I'd ever been in my life. I had thought I'd hit the sexual jackpot when I'd begun seeing Tethys: we were fucking about four times a week. Compared to my previous record of going years between invariably disappointing sexual encounters, I couldn't imagine anything better. Then we met Megan and Hera and Sonia, and soon after Joanne, Angela, Phoebe, and Rena, and I was getting -- and giving -- extremely high quality sex nearly every day, and sometimes twice a day. I could almost take it for granted, although I never forgot the bad years, and was grateful for what was truly a blessing. Now Beth was added to the rotation, and I was informed in very emphatic tones that fucking each of them at every opportunity was my duty, in addition to attempting to impregnate Tethys twice a day.

Every opportunity was further defined as whenever the ladies asked for it, and Tethys would supervise each encounter. I had to give a little bit of pushback, as working from home still involved working, and I was spending some office time as well. Tethys still had her painting to keep up with. And physically, I just couldn't fuck all the time. We were going to have to work out a schedule.

Tethys became, for all intents and purposes, my pimp. Her words. Synonymous with agent, manager, and coach. Everybody involved had jobs, except Jo and Phoebe, but Joanne wasn't going to leave her nice house and pool just to come over to my place and fuck me. I was at her place on Sundays anyway, so we just penciled her in as a Sunday client. Hera had the most flexible schedule, and we alternated between visiting her at her house and she coming to visit us. Sometimes Megan, Rena, or Phoebe were with her. There was no private time with the girls of course, Tethys at least was always with us, and Megan, Rena, Angela, and Sonia and Beth were usually also accompanied by Pete, Carl, Rick, Henri, and Mike and Romeo, respectively. All polyamorous, but most from a monogamous core. Hera and Phoebe were the main exceptions, while Beth could be considered monogamous if Mike and Romeo were counted as a single entity. Writing it down now it seems dizzyingly complex, but there was a natural logic to it while it was happening, and it was easier to keep up with than it would appear in hindsight. The short description was that nearly every day was an orgy. Tethys, while only being fucked by me, had developed an oral obsession, when we had guests over, then either her mouth was occupied with their genitals or someone's mouth would be on hers, if my cock wasn't already inside her, and often if it was. We rarely fucked privately one on one anymore. There was usually at least a threesome going on. While I was in the business of impregnating her, she preferred riding on top of me or being on all fours in front of me, leaving her face free to suck a cock or lick a pussy. Or two.

I spent so much time fucking, or being sucked, or eating pussy, or two or three at once, that it started to feel like another job, just as important as my professional time. I still enjoyed it, and never once complained, but now it was something that I didn't have to seek out, and I almost forgot how to initiate it. My cock was expected to be available on demand, and my duty was to ejaculate three times a day if possible, twice in Tethys and once with one of our guests. It was an odd feeling for me. I wasn't really horny anymore so much as agreeable. I was spending my days in a very good mood, feeling relaxed, mellow, laid back, and... oh, somebody else playing with my dick. Ok, have at it! It was a strange life, but nothing to grumble about. Feeling my shaft enveloped by a wet hot pussy, a wet hot mouth, or strong tugging fingers just seemed a normal, natural feeling.

Since our female guests so often had their male partners with them when they visited, it was also natural for them to be fucking those partners either before or after they fucked me. Sloppy seconds was completely normal, and for some reason, they all seemed to have developed a fondness for bukkake. The feeling of normalcy would be stretched to the breaking point anywhere else, but we thought nothing of relaxing and chatting after sex with our lady friends cheerfully wearing cum splatters on their faces, bodies, and hair. I knew it wasn't going to last, but while it did, life was good.

I was a fulfilled zombie.

The summer passed by in a pleasant haze, very little of which I remember in specifics. I got my work done, apparently. At least my bosses or subordinates never filed a complaint. I woke up, fucked my wife, usually with the supervision and assistance of a lady guest, had breakfast, did my job, fucked one or two of our friends under my wife' s supervision (I was only allowed to cum once, though), had lunch, did work or chores, ate dinner, fucked my wife again, usually with the supervision and assistance of one of the other ladies, then went to sleep. We still kept up with our gym routines three times a week at Carl's, most Saturdays at Hippie Hollow, and Sundays at the Hill's. I was dragging a little, but not so much as to want to stop. I did hope that Tethys would get pregnant eventually, though.

Tethys continued to be insatiable. Even her paintings became more flagrantly sexual, where before they'd been mostly erotic, now they were more pornographic. She and Hera were on the same wavelength. When she wasn't painting or working out, or eating or drinking or showering or shaving, or on the toilette, she was either fucking me, 'helping' me fuck one of the other girls, and/or rubbing her pussy in the face of any member of The Tribe who would accommodate her, and/or burying her own face into any pussy or over any cock that she could grab. Her thoughts and conversation were obsessively sexual, and when not among The Tribe, she wanted to watch videos from the porn catalog we'd all created over the last couple of years.

She kept my cum inside her pussy as long as she could, she drank as much cum as she could get, and if any sprayed onto her face she tended to leave it there, proud to display it. She especially liked to stroll around Hippie Hollow with cum dripping from her cheeks, her chin, and her tits. She wouldn't wash it off until it was dry and crusty on her skin. The word "cumslut" was her own self-description. I thought "ostentatious exhibitionist should be appended to that.