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“So,” I ask, as we get safely on the road, and I reach to Carl’s crotch and pull his dick out. It springs to life immediately, and I want to suck it, but will have to settle for an affectionate massage for a while. “Do you want to fuck Joanne?”

“What?” His surprise is genuine.

“She wants to fuck you. She told me!” I answer to his doubtful expression. “Of course she wants to fuck you. Every sexy woman wants to fuck you.”

“Yeah, right!” He grumps. “Not like that’s been my experience. Only one sexy woman ever wanted to fuck me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you just have no idea. I used to think that about myself too, by the way. You just need to learn how to play the game. You’ve come a long way, baby, but you still have a way to go. You’d be surprised at how many women would love to feel this cock.”

“Ok, so she told you, but what would Joe say?”

“You’ve talked to them, you know how they are. They’re swingers. They love to fuck. They love to fuck other people. Believe me Carl, for somebody like Jo, you’re a real prize. And what would really turn her on if you were to fuck Joe’s cum out of her pussy, like you do Taylor’s with me.”

“Wow,” he says, and I feel his cock shudder under my fingers. “That would be fun.”

“Would you like me to watch?” I ask huskily. “I would want to watch.”

“Damn, of course. You could do more than that.”

“I was hoping you’d say so. What if you were to watch Joe fuck me and then you fucked his fresh cum out of my wet dripping cunt?”

Carl’s cock leaps in my hand, and I squeeze it tight.

“I’ve got Joanne’s number. I’ll call if you want to set something up.”

“Uh, yeah,” He gasps.

That night is fantastic. I have the strong desire to take charge, just like in our early training days. But now I’m stronger, tougher, longer lasting, and ready to be a little rough. I’ve had two good fucks and several wonderful orgasms today, but I’m not done. We shower and go straight to bed. There’s no getting under the covers, the night is much too warm, and I’m wanting to heat things up even more. I push him onto his back and climb up over his face, lowering my clit to his lips and grinding back and forth. His tongue responds perfectly. I lift a little and make contact between my clit and the tip of his nose, while he extends his tongue as far as he can to reach my very wet entrance.

I lower my labia back down to his lips, wiggling around to make sure they cover every part of my pubes and pudenda. I love us being shaved, the skin to skin, the tongue and lip to skin, is almost more than I can take. It is more than I can take for long. In only a few minutes a grunting orgasm comes rolling up my body, from clit to scalp. I lift up to catch my breath.

When I lower back down again, he does exactly what I’d just consciously wished for him to do, what I was just opening my mouth to demand that he do. He reaches up those strong arms of his, grabs my tits, and squeezes each nipple. An electric shock runs through my body, like a collision between the sensations arriving from pussy and breasts. The second orgasm hits suddenly, much faster than I expected. I have to lift up again, but this time I move down along his body, and impale myself on the rocket cock.

I’m not gentle, I want it, I want to plunge my weight down on it. I’m gasping for breath, I can barely talk. But I do.

“Do you want Joe’s cum splashing out of my cunt every time I slam down on your fucking horny cock?” I pant heavily. Carl’s hips buck upwards underneath me, and he grunts with excitement. “Do you want to watch Joe fuck me and fill me with his hot seed while you fuck his wife?” More grunts, more bucking.

The talk turns me on as much as it does Carl, and another intense orgasm washes from behind my eyeballs, as I roll them upwards in involuntary facial spasms that synchronize with those of my pussy. I can’t even begin to describe the sounds I made.

I take just a minute to recompose myself. I have to get off before Carl loses control – well, control has nothing to do with it. It’s been gone for a while now, and he’s operating completely on instinct. I dismount and spin over the top of his body, positioning my cunt again over his mouth and taking his cock in both hands before I run my tongue in a circle over the tip. His foreskin still sheaths the glans, like a shiny wet nose cone. I use my tongue like a crowbar, wedging it between the two surfaces, prying the foreskin downward and sending him to paroxysms of sensory overload as I slide and drool over the sensitive tissue. He wants to lick my pussy, but he can do nothing but moan in ecstasy.

I know it won’t be long. I don’t intend it to be. I momentarily withdraw my tongue, open my mouth, and push the foreskin down with my lips as I plunge my face downward, sucking his cock in as far as I can, right until it reaches the gag point. My fingers move to tickling his balls and tugging on his scrotum, my mouth moves up and down like a piston, and suddenly it’s full of hot, musky sweet-salty, sticky-slippery goo. I’m used to his volume by now, even though it’s his third ejaculation of the day, he recovers quickly, and he gives me almost as much as he did this morning. This is good. I’ll have a practical use for this ability very soon.

I swallow, and immediately a warm, relaxing glow permeates my entire being. I’m in love with this cock, and I suckle it for a few more minutes as it slowly shrinks in my mouth. My energy is fading almost as fast as his cock, and I roll over on the bed, snuggle my face against his, and offer some sleepy kisses. He kisses me back, happily, and wraps his arms around me. I’m a very lucky girl.

Suddenly it’s morning. The Sun is shining through the window. Carl is awake. He’s out of bed, returning from the bathroom. Sounds like a good idea to me. When I return, he’s relaxing on top of the sheets, his cock already pointing at the ceiling. Who could fail to be impressed?

“How’s the morning breath?” I ask.

“Smells like pussy,” he smiles.

“Thought so. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! But let’s replace it and start over, because I want to start over!”

The smile remains, Carl slides off the bed and trundles to the bathroom, cock still leading the way. He squeezes a tit as he walks by.

“You’re a bad boy, Mister, and you’re going to pay the price for that!”

I follow him into the bathroom, and once both toothbrushes are actively scrubbing, I keep a constant tugging tension on his cock with my left hand as I scrub with my right. Carl is left handed, so while he’s brushing, his right hand is free: free to explore my butt and my pussy, and I’m starting to think he’s paying generously.

Mouths fresh, we race back into bed, and I hop onto it like a trampoline. Last night I wanted to be in charge, this morning I want to lay back and enjoy it. I know Carl will enjoy it too. That smile seems pasted on his face as he spreads my legs from the knees and bends down to service my clit and pussy with his tongue. Did I mention he was a fast learner? My juices ramp up quickly, and I don’t need a lot of preparation. I want him inside me in a hurry. Once he gets there, he can take his time.

“Fuck me!” I whisper hoarsely, and he climbs comfortably over me and slides his cock in with no resistance. He reads my mood, and his strokes are long and slow. I lay leisurely on my back, eyes closed, breathing easy, taking it all in. In. Out. In. Out. Slooooowly. Ah, it’s heaven. There’s no rush, I do have places to be today, but not yet. I’m going to milk this, and I’m going to milk that cock.

We fuck in this relaxed way for about 15 minutes, and then I can start to feel his need rising. “Fuck me harder!” I order helpfully. He straightens out, grabs my legs below the knees, pulls my hips up and drapes my legs over his shoulders. Perfect slamming position. My eyes are wide open now. He ramps it up gradually, cycling between faster and slower, harder and gentler thrusts. My clit gets some major stimulation this way, and within a few more minutes I’m breathing very heavy and ready to start hooting. What a way to start the morning!

Carl doesn’t stop to let me recover from my orgasm, and I have another one within a minute, but I’m slippery enough, and the pace is relaxed enough, where I’m able to regain my senses even as he continues his rhythm. But now I’m ready to be in control again.

“Cum in my mouth, mother fucker. I want my appetizer before breakfast!”

At the same time, I move to unhinge my legs and pull my hips down. Whether he’s listening or not, he gets the message. He pulls out, and I gesture for him to come forward. He stands at the side of the bed, and I’m propped up by the pillow to be the perfect height to take him. He tastes good. I taste good on him! Practice has made perfect, and I know exactly the rhythm, pressure, and tension that he needs. He’s in a very cooperative mood. I don’t know where the volume is coming from, whether his prostate, his seminal vesicles, his testicles, his epididymis, or something I never studied in biology, but whatever it is, it must be bottomless. He’s definitely back at full volume.

I smack my lips happily. Carl stands there, cock finally starting its retreat. He’s sweaty, his eyes are gleaming, but he’s barely breathing heavy.

“I need a quick shower,” I announce, and lift myself out of the bed.

“I’ll make an omelet,” he calls out behind me as I disappear into the bathroom. I’m hungry, and an omelet would be wonderful.

He’s still got the eggs on the stove cooking when I arrive back in the kitchen. He’s a brave man, frying food without even an apron for protection.

“Don’t scald that precious dick!” I warn him. He looks towards me with another grin. “Nothing makes it hotter than you do. I’ll be ok.”

Breakfast is superb. My Denisovan is not what anybody would mistake for a gourmet cook, but there are some things he does well, and breakfast omelets is one of them. I eat until I’m satisfied, he eats about twice as much and I’m not sure he is, but it’s getting time for me to go. I drink down the rest of my orange juice, stand up, and push my tits against the back of his neck as I wrap my arms around him.

“I had a great weekend with you, Carl. You are such a fucking sexy man!” He loves hearing this. “If you want me to call Jo and Joe for some fun sometime, I think I can work something out with them.”

“Please do!” he answers through his mouthful. “They’ll come here, right?”

“Oh, definitely. I don’t think my apartment would be all that great.”

“Ok,” he says.

“See you tomorrow night?”

“I’ll be here,” he nods, still chewing.

I give him an affectionate kiss on the top of his scalp and head to the front door. My romper is on the floor where I dropped it as soon as we walked in yesterday evening. I should have washed it overnight. It’s not the freshest it’s ever been. Oh, well, at least we’ll be outdoors. I pull it on and step into the beach sandals. “Bye, Carl!” I call as I step out the door, close it behind me, and walk out into the morning heat to my little car.

A warm satisfied contentment envelops me as I drive. It’s not love, but so what? Carl and I have a very comfortable relationship. It’s respectful, pleasant, trusting, fun, and very exciting. It’s Friends With Benefits as it should be. It can never be a full partnership, Carl has little interest in art, in history, in science, philosophy, or most other things that fascinate me. I’ve tried to enlarge his world, but I don’t need to invest too much emotional energy into it. He’s happy, for the most part, the way he is, and the way we are. What we both agree he could use is more sexual experience with women other than me. What I think is that more women need sexual experience with Carl. He’s too good to keep on a shelf.

It’s a Sunday morning drive across town. I can’t call any drive in Austin “pleasant”, but the traffic is slightly less insane than usual on Sunday mornings. I’m heading to the west side of town, to one of those long, narrow, meandering parks nestled into the floodplains of creeks that wind down towards the Colorado River. For much of the route the road takes up most of the available space, leaving only enough room for a row of trees, a running/biking path, and pullouts for the city buses. Occasionally the landscape widens out into playgrounds and picnic areas. I pull into a parking area at one of the larger spots, where the creek abuts the grounds of a local high school. There’s a soccer field, baseball diamond, children’s playground, picnic spots, even an outdoor fitness track with various bars and rings for the energetic. This is Austin. There are a lot of energetic young people here.

I open the car door and immediately I’m beset by a group of yelling, laughing children. “Aunt Tethys! Yeaaa! Uncle Taylor said you’d be here! Do you want a drink? Come play with us! Chase me! Did you bring a Kite? Hold me!”

It comes all at once. Taylor has two sisters and a brother, they all live nearby, and they all have small children. They’re great kids, loads of fun, I adore them, and I’m so glad I’m not a parent! I lift up Krista, the youngest girl, forgetting for a moment who she belongs to. It doesn’t matter, they’re all essentially one gang. Taylor’s the only unmarried member of the family, but they’ve adopted me as his honorary wife. They are certain we’ll be married sooner or later.

Taylor scoops the little crowd out of the way, and stands before me, bending down to kiss me. He also kisses Krista in my arms, because she expects it. I put her down, and she runs off with her sister and younger cousins, while some of the other kids still swarm Taylor and I as we head to an occupied picnic kiosk. I greet Kathy, Jenny, and Blake, Taylor’s siblings. Tom, Dennis, and Brit are the respective spouses. They’re all attractive, fit, and prosperous-looking in that upper middle class, generously conservative way. None have struggled financially that I know of, they’re well educated, and take their happiness and good fortune for granted. I certainly can’t hold it against them, they’ve never really experienced that other life, and they mean no one any harm. I don’t get the impression that they think they’re superior to anyone – they’re lucky, they know it, they accept it, and they’re happy with it. Not that they haven’t known sadness. Taylor’s dad passed away two years ago, although it was not unexpected. He’d been fighting cancer for several years before. His mother is now the world-traveling widow, touring the Hobbit country in New Zealand at the moment, I’m told.

“Hi, Tethys, you look fantastic! What a great summer outfit!” Kathy chirps in greeting, looking at my simple hemp romper. It’s obvious I’m wearing nothing underneath it, I just hope that the dried residue on the crotch isn’t too noticeable. I wish I had thought to bring a change of clothes to Carl’s. “Thanks, it’s comfortable,” I answer. “I just hope it’s not soaking wet in an hour.”

Brit smirks a little. “We’ll have to keep Taylor away from you, then.” She follows with a wink.

Three women giggle, I smile, and sit beside them at the table. Taylor, Tom and Blake are already off on the lawn, chasing the kids, chasing frisbees, chasing footballs. Dennis is at the charcoal grill in his apron

“With these guys, y’all don’t need a puppy,” I point out to the wives.

“Oh, we just got a puppy!” squeals Jenny. “He’s so cute!”

We spend a half an hour discussing puppies, breeds, housetraining, dogs, children and dogs, children, and more children. Fortunately, Taylor rescues me. He‘s dripping with sweat, wetter than I’d feared I would be in my outfit. He looks grand. The kids all come running up looking for snacks and drinks, and Taylor, after a deep drink of water himself, hustles me away for a walk across the park.

“How’d it go yesterday?” he asks casually.

I smile and nod. “There’s a video record of events if you want to see it.”

“You know I do, you slutty siren you.”

“Flattery will get you just about anywhere,” I purr. It was a good workout, a good fuck, a good time at the lake, a good fuck, a good time back at the house, and a good fuck. I slept well.

“Oh, and by the way,” I remember. “There’s another couple that we were talking to, a little older but still good looking. I think we’re going to meet up with them and do some swinging soon.”

“Wow, now I’m starting to feel left out,” Taylor pouts.

“Well, you know I feel a little guilty about getting all the side action while you sit at home all lonely and helpless. God knows you could never find a girl on your own!”

“Not like you I couldn’t.”

“I don’t think you would want a second girl like me,” I laugh. But, if the load’s going to be on my shoulders, and if you can’t find your own friend, I guess I’ll have to find you one myself.”

“Will you, now?”

“I have some ideas.”

Taylor shakes his head. “I don’t think any other girls like you exist, so I don’t have to worry. But anyway, if I fuck anybody else, I’d want you to be part of it.”

“I was just thinking the same thing,” I answer. “Carl’s grandfathered in, you know that. We’ll always do our own thing. And you know he’s been good for me, and I’ve been good for him, and that’s not going to end. But in everything else, you take priority.”

“Has it occurred to you,” Taylor asks softly, “that we have a very unusual relationship?”

I nod, feeling suddenly serious. There’s a bench nearby, and I pull him to it.

“Taylor, there are just a few guys who accept me as I am, and maybe one or two who somewhat understand me. But nobody understands me, accepts me, and embraces me like you do. I know I’m not the archetype of the loyal partner, and most men would be horrified at the thought of being in a relationship with somebody like me. I don’t blame them, either. But you don’t think twice about it. You know who I am, you know what I am, and I never get anything from you but love, affection, and respect. And, well, a lot of lust and kinkiness too. I guess you’re a bit unusual yourself.”

“We both are,” Taylor sighs. You remember, I’ve had some women who made fun of me and laughed at my cock when they saw it. That was pretty traumatizing when I was young.”

“It’s a beautiful cock,” I reach for his pants and feel the growing bulge. “And I’ll show you my appreciation again tonight. I just want you to remember that no matter who I’m with, no matter who else I might want to fuck – and you know I can’t fuck just one person – it’s you I really love. I know that sounds trite, but I can’t say it better. I wish I could.”

“I believe you. And you’re the one I really love too.”

“Well then, trust me. You need to get over this fear of women rejecting your ‘flight deck’. Or, ‘flight dick’, I should say. I’m not the only woman who would think it’s beautiful, and we’re going to prove that.”

Taylor looks doubtful. “How?”

“Trust me,” I tell him.

I give his cock one more quick squeeze, then we head back together to the family. It’s gotten to be lunch time, and Dennis has, in his uniquely organized way, separated the brisket, burgers, and chicken thighs into separate packages and layouts. The pinto beans are hot and ready, and the cole slaw and potato salad have their individual spoons inserted for scooping. The paper plates are distributed, and everyone has their choice of soda, tea, or water. It’s about as typical as a Texas picnic can be.

Also as is traditional, the adults sit at one table while the kids sit at another. I understand why we want to do it that way, but it never really works out. Somebody is always leaving our table to deal with squabbles, hurt feelings, spilled food, spilled drinks, and the general mayhem that goes along with the joy of parenting. When they aren’t squabbling at their table, they’re squabbling at ours. Taylor and I smile at each other, and eat in relative peace. We may someday have to experience this joy firsthand, but not for quite some time yet.

Lunch over, the children and men are back on the lawn roughing and tumbling, while we women, as we seem to continue to do no matter how liberated our society claims to be, stay behind to clean up. The task is not too challenging, with four of us to pitch in, and most of the settings disposable. As we finish up, Jenny catches my attention. She’s the oldest of Taylor’s siblings, and has the reputation as the responsible one.

“I was thinking of going for a walk just to let lunch settle. Would you like to come with me?”

There’s just the faintest tone to her question, and I get the feeling that declining would be somewhat more than just impolite.

The walk is pleasant, we chat about the food, the weather, the men, and the kids. She asks perceptive questions about my art, and my plans with it. She’s always seemed to admire my work, and I’m happy to share details about the projects I’m working on or contemplating. In about fifteen minutes, we’re on the other side of the park, well out of sight and earshot of anyone we know. She finds another bench, and we sit comfortably.

“Tethys,” she begins, and I once again detect that faintest of tones. I don’t know what it means.

“You have been so good for Taylor, and he thinks the world of you.”

“The feeling is mutual,” I smile and nod. “He’s a great guy, and your parents raised all of your family well. I love all of you guys.”

“We love you too, I hope you know that. You really are part of the family, and I can’t imagine Taylor’s life, or mine for that matter, without you in it. Before you came along he was so shy, so insecure about himself. You’ve made a big change in his life for the better. I don’t know what you’re doing, but keep doing it.”

“I plan on doing just that!” I smile. I realize now that I’m about to get a version of “the talk,” and that Jenny has been naturally ***********ed from among the women of the group as the one to do it. If the roles were reversed, a father would be asking his teenage daughter’s suitor if his intentions were honorable. Of course, that rarely goes well for the father. With sisters and brothers at stake, the conversations are usually more honest, and more productive.

“I was wondering if the two of you had any plans to take it further. It’s none of my business, and you’ll probably end up either telling me to ask Taylor or to go fuck myself, but like I said, I want to keep you around. We like having you.”

I’m flattered by the compliment, and I get the feeling it’s sincere. I don’t want to burst any dreams they might have, but I doubt that I could give the answer they want right now.

“I guess it’s possible, but Taylor and I haven’t discussed it at all. Don’t go asking him anything about it, though, he’ll probably feel pressured to make a rash decision, and that wouldn’t be fair to him.”

“I won’t do that,” Jenny agrees. “I’m probably putting you on the spot as it is. You two just seem so natural together, like a real couple. It’s like you’ve been together for years.”

“Thank you. I know I’m comfortable with him. We trust each other, that’s a very good thing. And he’s an interesting person, and he sure knows how to please a woman!”

“So what’s holding you back?” Jenny squints a little. Because I have it from a reliable source that Taylor would marry you in a second if he thought you’d be willing.”

“He told you that?” I ask, surprised.

“I didn’t say he did,” she shrugs.

I shake my head. Umm, it’s not uncommon for couples our age to be together without being married. This isn’t our parents generation, you know.”

“I know,” she sighs. “But then most of those couples are at least living together. I’m not saying you should, but I guess we… I was wondering if I should worry about you suddenly disappearing from the scene somewhere down the road. I mean, the kids would be heartbroken.”

“I can’t speak for Taylor,” I stall. “I don’t plan on going anywhere, but I don’t think I can promise the kind of commitment you want. I’m committed to Taylor, but I’m not committed to us living together. I like having my own place, I like having moments of privacy, I like being able to come and go as I please. I just can’t settle down in that way, not with Taylor, and not with any other man.”

Jenny sucks in her breath. “Another man? Is there another man?”

It was going to come out sooner or later, I suppose. If you’re going to be part of a family, they’re going to learn secrets. Maybe I won’t be part of the family after this, as far as they’re concerned.

“I’m not hiding anything from Taylor,” I begin. “He knows what I do and who I see, and he’s fine with it. He knows that I’m not really capable of monogamy. It doesn’t change our feelings for each other.”

“Wow. Well it sure changes some other parts of the equation,” Jenny shakes her head.

“I’m not trying to hurt anybody’s feelings,” I’m feeling a little defensive now. “I’m not hurting Taylor, he accepts it without any question. I don’t mean to hurt any of the rest of you either, and that’s why it’s kind of been between just him and me, until now.”

“I know what you mean,” Jenny is staring at the dirt below us. “It’s my own fault for being a busybody, I guess. I just don’t know how he can keep from being jealous.”

“Who says he’s not jealous? He’s human. I would probably be a little jealous if he was to see other women, but I’d still accept it and be happy for him. In fact, I think he should do that. I’m looking around to see if I can come up with somebody suitable.”

“Now that’s just weird,” Jenny scowls.

I shrug. “I’m an artist. Taylor is a creative soul. We understand each other. We aren’t mainstream. We can’t be. We can’t be normal, we can’t even try. That’s part of why I love him, and he loves me. You’d be surprised how many successful loving couples have open relationships. If we ever were to get married, we’d still have an open relationship.”

I know I’m bullshitting. I’ve heard of successful loving couples having open relationships, and having recently met Joe and Joanne, I have one real-world example to refer to. But I have no idea how common they are, or whether it is anywhere near “a lot.” We sit in silence for a few very long minutes, Jenny concentrating hard on the patterns she’s making with her toe on the sand below the bench. Finally I put my hand on her knee.

“Nothing’s changed. I still love Taylor. I still love you and the kids, and all your family. I still want to be part of your life, and go to picnics with you.”

Jenny laughs quietly, raising her head to look at me. She smiles. “Like I said, it’s my own fault for being a busybody. It’s funny, but if you had been anybody else, and involved with anyone other than Taylor, I’d just be saying ‘Oh, well, everybody has a right to find their own happiness.’ And I really believe that deep down. But I guess my beliefs don’t always match my expectations. I don’t want to be a hypocrite, especially to family. I meant what I said earlier about you being good for Taylor, and I still think so. The two of you just picked a very unusual way to achieve it. I’ve always said I’m not one to judge, even though I do, more than I should.

“You know what? Don’t tell any of the others this. I’ll keep it to myself. If it comes out another way, so be it. I’ll just say you two have a good relationship as is, and we can just accept you as you are. Is that ok?”

“It’s more than ok,” I nod. “It’s a bit of a relief.”

“Yeah, for me too. Ok, ready to walk?”

The rest of the day continues pleasantly, lots of games of toss with the kids, cheerful conversations with the brothers and sisters and spouses, lots of affectionate caresses given and received between Taylor and I, and lots of dust and sweat. By late afternoon, I know I don’t have to worry about visible stains on the crotch of my clothing, because I’m stained everywhere. So are the others.

Taylor and I leave separately, but we are both going back to his house. I need a shower and a shave, as does he. We both jump into the shower together as soon as we arrive… well, after I finally remember to toss my romper into the wash along with some of Taylor’s clothes.

He asks for the honor of shaving me tonight, and I accept with great anticipation. All I need is a few quick razor strokes, but he draws it out, turning into a sensual feast. He rinses away the last of the foaming suds, and gently explores the folds of my labia and the hood of my clit with his tongue and fingers. I’m starting to pant, and the juices are flowing, when he stops, looks up at me, and smiles.

“Jenny said something strange to me when I was leaving the park this afternoon.”

I‘m disappointed by the interruption, but considering my previous conversation with Jenny, I was intrigued. “What did she say?”

“She gave me a big hug, and then said “Tethys and you have a good thing going. Don’t ever try to be normal.”

I laugh. “Jenny and I had ‘the talk’ today. I let it slip that we aren’t monogamous.”

“You mean you aren’t monogamous,” Taylor snickers, sliding his finger across my inner lips once more. I gasp involuntarily. “I’ve been completely monogamous.”

“Not for much longer,” I giggle. I have plans for you, young man. You’re going to be fucking more than one woman soon, and I’m going to help you do it.”

“You mentioned something like that before,” Taylor says.

“Trust me!” I command. “And now fuck me!”

I push my ass out away from the shower wall, and spread my legs enough to make my pussy visible and easily acceptable. Taylor will have to spread his legs a lot wider and bend his knees a little to reach low enough to enter me, but he manages. The first thrust completely ejects what little of the days tension remained, and I’m free to simply ride the waves of pleasure, to feel the heat that radiates from clit to behind my eyebrows, to utter all the strange guttural sounds that flow from my passion – the screams, the laughs, the gurgles, sounds at once animalistic and delightfully human. Taylor’s cock is so strangely shaped, I can recognize the unique feel inside me from any position, and I love it.

I manage two quick but intense orgasms, and I can feel the change in Taylor’s breathing. He’s either going to cum inside me or his knees will give out and he’ll collapse on the shower floor.

“Stop!” I order, and pull my butt forward, rudely ejecting his cock without the dignity of withdrawing on its own. I turn around, and he looks a little expectant, a little confused, and maybe on the verge of feeling hurt.

“C’mon, let’s dry off.” I pull him out of the shower, grab a thick fluffy towel (Taylor always has thick fluffy towels, that’s one reason I love him), and start scrubbing him dry. His cock is still at full extension, and I make a little game of slapping it around with the towel, letting it bounce up to his belly and back down again. I handle his balls much more tenderly. He gets the hint, grabs another thick fluffy towel (did I mention I like thick fluffy towels?), and begins a vigorous drying massage on my willing body.

Reasonably dry, we race to his bed, and in seeming acknowledgment of the fact that he’s winning the race, I pull up at the last second, while he flops bodily onto the mattress. I make a detour to my bag, and pull out my phone.

“You’re going to like this,” I tell him, as I move to his computer and plug the phone into the data port. I download all the recent photos and videos onto his hard drive. They’ll be his to keep and enjoy as long as he wants to enjoy them. I make sure the computer is hooked up to the big screen on the wall, and open the folder. The first few pictures are of Carl, standing impressive and muscular in his full naked glory. Taylor shakes his head.

“Don’t try to make me jealous, I know I’ll never have muscles like that.”

“You don’t have to, sexy man, you look beautiful as you are. There are different ways of being irresistible, you know,” I reassure him.

Then we get into the pictures that Jo took of Carl and I together. Me sucking his cock, Carl eating my pussy, fucking me from behind. And then it shifted into video, wide shots, extreme closeups, me gobbling Carl’s cock noisily, drool dribbling down my chin and his balls, Carl lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his hips, fucking me in his patented standing position. Taylor stares silently, but I see his cock throbbing. I’m aware now that Joanne is a masterful videographer and choreographer. This is more erotic than any of the commercial porn we’ve ever watched. Several shots allow the viewer to see the background, random naked strangers walking by, some momentarily stopping to watch, some pretending to ignore us. I even see the boat out on the water who’s jeering occupant I had shamed afterwards.

“Damn. Damn. Fuck. Holy shit. Fuck. Holy fuck! Look at you girl! You’re so fucking wet! Look, your fucking cunt is dripping onto the ground!”

I’m just about that wet now. It’s a far better video than I expected, and between it and Taylor’s reaction I’m not sure if I can hold back. I grab his cock and he jumps in the excitement. Hearing my own squeals and muffled screams, the moans, Carl’s groans, and Jo’s encouraging words from behind the camera is a completely thrilling experience. I even hear Joe making appreciative comments, which I didn’t notice at the time. The episode comes to its searing climax, the camera pulls in close, within inches of the liquid interface where Carl’s cock disappears into my cunt, we see his balls begin to twitch, then the bottom ridge of his shaft starts to pump, and seconds later my own dripping slime is mixed with his flowing, dribbling white goo. The view and the sound are both cinema-worthy, all it needs is a dramatic score from Howard Shore.

I give Taylor’s dick a hard squeeze and then a tug. Remember, Love, you only get to cum once tonight. Make it a good one for you.”

“Just once?” Taylor looks quizzical.

“Remember Tuesday. You’re going to need a full load. I have plans for you. Tuesday you can cum as often and as much as you can stand. Now fuck me, fuck me, fuck me right now!

I know exactly how I want to be fucked, deep and fast. I lay on my back and spread my legs, and when Taylor leans forward I raise them up and set them over his shoulders. His testicles will slam against my butthole, his pubes will pound mine, and that luscious bulging glans of his will flatten itself against my cervix. His winged shaft will spread my vaginal walls apart, and I will be in another world.

“Slam me, mother fucker! Slam your fuckin’ slut like she’s never been slammed! Own me with your cock! Make me your fucking cock slave! I’m your mother fucking loving siren cockslave!”

Another set of orgasms erupts out of me, three at least. Taylor is merciless. Now he’s grunting and whimpering, it’s not going to be long. Suddenly, and roughly, he pulls out quickly, pushes my legs to the side, and crawls forward, shoving that dripping cock into my face. “Suck it, you fucking slut! Taste my cum and swallow all of it! Suck it hard!”

I open my mouth and wrap my tongue around him as he slides towards my throat. I stop him with my hand half way down. I don’t want him to cum down my throat, I want it in my mouth where I can taste it. I want to roll it on my tongue, to slurp it, to show it to him, to gargle it, to wipe it across my teeth and gums, then to swallow it slowly. It will be a mouthful, I’m sure. I love his prolific volume.

It happens. Just the way I want it. With a loud roar that quickly descends to a helpless moan, Taylor explodes into my mouth. For a quick second I almost regret that his ejaculation is hidden inside my flesh. I love to see gobs of semen spurting out of the tip of a cock, especially when it’s forceful like this is. I wonder how far it would have squirted through the air. Someday I’d like to do an experiment where I can measure the travel distance. I love the sight of an ejaculating penis. I love the sight of a penis, period. I don’t have penis envy, but I’ll happily admit to having a strong case of penis admiration. I don’t need to grow one when I can have delicious access to more than one.

The thought passes quickly. This is where I really want it. I love the taste of Taylor’s cock, of his precum, of his cum, of his sweat. I love it all. Not all men have delicious cum, but Taylor and Carl are without a doubt producers of gourmet semen.

Taylor sinks down on the bed, spent. “I hope that will cover you for a couple of days,” I whisper and nibble into his lower lip. I slip my tongue into his mouth, there’s still a slight residue of ejaculate on it. Taylor has learned to like it. I’ve taught him to like a few things. “And remember. No masturbation, no fapping, no jacking off, and no wet dreams. If you happen to meet a woman and she makes you cum in or on her, that’s different. I’ll understand.”

Taylor gasps out a weak laugh. “As you wish.”

I snuggle into him, and he reaches for the remote light switch on the bedstand. He relaxes into his pillow, and he becomes my pillow. I alternate between resting on his chest and resting on his belly, gently suckling on his slowly hardening cock.

“Don’t get me going too far, I might have trouble obeying orders,” Taylor reminds me.

I relent, nestle back into his chest, and after a few minutes of affectionate, sleepy night talk, the world disappears into pleasant slumber.

Taylor and I sleep as late as we dare for a Monday morning. Even if we were in the mood for a fresh morning fuck, and I know at least I am, there’s just no time. Another quick mutual shower, a minimal breakfast, and Taylor is dressed and out the door. I linger a little longer. It’s Taylor’s house, but I have a key and the run of the place. I eat a little more substantial breakfast, and grab my romper, now clean and stain-free, from the dryer. I pull out Taylor’s clothes and fold them neatly, laying them on his bed, which I’ve also made. “I’m so domestic,” I laugh to myself.

I then quickly throw the romper on, slip into my sandals, and lock the door behind me.

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