“Oh, shit!” she gasps, when she can open her eyes and look down at Taylor’s smiling face between her legs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that all over your face. Oh, God I’m so embarrassed!”
“Embarrassed! Girl, you just had your first orgasm with a man! Be proud! What you should be is triumphant!” I squeeze both of her nipples for emphasis.
“Megan, you just came like a passionate woman. You are delicious, you are beautiful, and I’m going to wear this juicy coating like a badge of honor!” Taylor chuckles. “And how do you feel?”
“God, that was so intense!” she pants. “So much better than when I make myself cum. And fuck, ten times better than any guy I’ve ever been with.”
“We’re just getting started,” I remind her. “This is our warmup.”
“What if I were to come up to you and give you a kiss, and a taste of your own medicine?” Taylor suggests as he rises up from between her thighs. “I want you to know how good you taste, and remind you that you’re not some little girl, you’re all woman.”
“While you’re up there, mister, stay up there. It’s my turn at the fountain of the Goddess now.”
Taylor grins at me, and walks around to the side of the bed that I’m now vacating. He bends down towards Megan’s lips, and she accepts his, tentatively at first, uncertainly licking the taste onto her own tongue, and considering it, then she embraces it with passionate enthusiasm, and wraps her arms around his neck as she engages him in a full lip-lock, sucking all the juices she can reach.
“Do you mind if we do it again?” she asks when she comes up for air, sounding much more cheerful.
“I thought you’d never ask!” I laugh, and immediately switch from inhaling her heady sexy aroma to making full contact on that smooth velvety cunt with my lips and tongue. It’s only been a few months since I began to get used to the experience of sex with a woman, but all hesitation is now in the past. I can’t even say I prefer men, or prefer women. I prefer men and women together. One on one sex is great, but there’s nothing like sharing your desires with two or more truly intimate partners. Strangely enough, although Megan is in every real sense still a stranger to us, I feel the intimacy is there regardless. We are literally transforming her life, and after tonight she will never be the same. There’s nothing casual about that.
I feel a sense of responsibility toward Megan, a sense of mentorship. Hera can take care of herself. Sonia can take care of pretty much anybody. Joanne is focused on taking care of her husband. This growing tribe of intimates that is taking shape around me feels somehow like my own creation, even though I had not originally intended it, now it’s something that I want. I want it to grow, I want to nurture it, I want to be part of it.
None of these musings detract from my appreciation of the moment, nor the skill of my ministrations on Megan. As much as Taylor does, I know what I’m doing. It shows, as Megan begins squealing and twitching again.
“Straddle my face,” she suddenly issues the order to Taylor. “I want to suck your cock, and do it right.”
She’s learning already. Taylor does as he’s told, from my vantage point I can’t see a lot, but I can see that “doing it right” is a matter of opinion. She’s obviously very inexperienced, but she’s also enthusiastic and enjoying the moment. I’ll let Taylor gently guide her in the finer points, in the meantime I’m going to enjoy the now steadily increasing amount of delicious vaginal nectar flowing onto my tongue and into my mouth, and I’m going to apply the subtle tricks that I know to make her squeal even more.
Her second orgasm is not quite like her first. Yes, there’s a satisfying spatter of sweet droplets ejected from her pussy onto my chin and cheeks, but there are no tears. It’s a throaty, deep roar, as she grabs Taylor’s cock and holds it firmly to the outside of her cheek, violent bucking of her hips, and a sudden fit of giggling laughter. And when she recovers enough to look down at my smiling face, there’s no apology. I see a look of real pride and satisfaction. She has won.
“My turn for a kiss!” I announce, and get up to take my place at her lips. She takes me without hesitation, and the joy is something that permeates all of us. None of us can celebrate this moment alone.
A few more moments of breathing hard, and then Megan lifts her head off the pillow.
“Oh my god, I need to call my Mom!” She pushes both of us away from her, and runs out of the room. A minute later she’s back, carrying her phone. She hits the speed dial, with the speaker turned up.
“Hi, darling,” comes a mellow, rich, but slightly worried voice. “Where are you?”
“Hi Mom, I’m sorry I forgot to call earlier. I’m staying with a couple of friends tonight. We just started hanging out and talking after work, and I think it will be better to stay here and come back in the morning.”
“Do you have someplace to sleep?” came the voice. “Yes, Mom, they have room for me here.”
“Who are they?”
“Tethys and Taylor. You don’t know them yet, but they’re good people. They don’t drink or do drugs, I’m perfectly safe here. You’ll meet them pretty soon, I’m sure.”
That sounds to me like more than a one night stand going on here. I’m glad to hear it.
“Ok, Mom, if I don’t see you before you leave for work I’ll call you when I get home, ok? Love you. Bye.”
“Sorry,” she says. “She’s not the controlling type, she knows I’m an adult, but she worries if I don’t check in.”
We nod, and she changes the subject. “Now, if you don’t mind, I sure do want to fuck! I’ve never wanted it this bad in my life!”
“Ok, but how are you for birth control? Do we have anything to worry about?” It’s a reasonable question from Taylor.
“I’m on the pill, and I have been for a while. Probably more from wishful thinking than anything else. Maybe I’ll finally start putting it to good use!”
“Well, since you put it that way, your wish is my command!” Taylor smiles at her.
My natural inclination in matters sexual is to take charge, and I follow that inclination now. I get Taylor to lay on his back again, his broad cock proudly standing tall. “Do you like being on top?” I ask Megan.
She shrugs. “I’ve never done it before.” I have to at least try to hide my surprise. I also try to remember how distorted and unhelpful my experiences were at her age, and how they remained so for a number of years beyond. She doesn’t need to go through that same kind of sidetrack.
But she’s right when she says she’s ready to fuck. Her pussy is sloppy wet, vulva swollen, her nipples are engorged and projecting. I help her scramble over Taylor’s hips and position her above his cock. As she sinks down on it, I help guide it in. “Slowly,” I advise her.
It disappears faster and deeper than I expect.
“God you’re big!” she gasps.
“God you’re tight!” he gasps.
She rides him, slowly at first, but her pace gradually accelerating. I do what I can to offer encouragement, caressing and squeezing her tight round ass, massaging her back, leaning across and kissing her cheek. Eventually I decide she’s doing fine on her own, and I shift down to my preferred position, between Taylor’s thighs, where I can lick and suck his balls, taste her flowing nectar, and flick my tongue across her butthole whenever she bottoms out. Her juices really are flowing, a white froth has formed at the top of Taylor’s scrotum, and it smears upwards along his shaft when she rises up. When she comes back down again, more is added to it, and it drips around the sides of his ballsack, where I can easily reach it and lap it up.