[FICTION] The Trials of Sara and Jim - Part 3

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The boys' reaction is quite understandable. Julie doesn't seem able to restrain herself when delivering news.

"Excuse me?"

Jim is taking the lead on this one.

"You want to shave my privates?"
"For a game. Otherwise, it's too easy to tell you all apart."

Julie's answer is by no means sufficient to Jim.

"You're going to have to give me more than that, for one. For another, there is no way I am letting anyone near my crotch with a blade!"

Kamara is holding the shaving cream and the razor, waving them around.

"Hang on, now. First of all, we'd never do anything to hurt you or it. It's much too precious.
"Agreed with you there."
"Sarah said you were open to games."
"Not to having my... balls... shaved."

Peter intervenes.

"Now hang on, Jim, it's safe."
"What would you know?"

For a moment, there is silence, then understanding sets in.

"Can you show him?" Julie asks.

I takes a moment for Peter to unbuckle his pants and pull out his sex. It's completely shaven, very recently too it seems. I try not to giggle. The sight of a hairless device always makes me laugh. I can't imagine Jim that way, and yet...

"Jim, I can do it on you. If you'll allow."

Jim looks at me funny. We've talked about this before, and we agreed he would not shave. I don't anyway, I just trim. Jim still needs some convincing. Thomas chips in.

"I did it once or twice, a few years back. It's no big deal. You just have to be careful."
"There are a lot of blood vessels down there..."
"Jim..."

I get his gaze on me.

"If you don't want to, we won't do it."

He looks away, for a moment. He's clearly the only one with a real problem. We've already seen that Jimmy trims himself as well.

"Sarah does it. Otherwise no deal."
"Settled." Julie agrees.

I pick up the shaving cream and razor from Kamara. She also hands me small scissors. Jim is very nervous as he sits down and parts his leg. It feels like he's saying goodbye to an old friend. I go slowly and am extremely careful. I motion everyone to move back; I cut the excess pilosity with the scissors, then hand them back to Kamara. Jim closes his eyes the entire process. He remains motionless the entire procedure, which seems to last an eternity. Everyone is extremely quiet. I concentrate on the shaving, forgetting about the sight itself. When I finally back away, I stare at Jim's hairless crotch. It's not as funny as I imagined it would be. Jim is still anxious. I decide to thank him for his cooperation and start sucking on him. He stirs, opens his eyes. I hear Julie's voice behind me.

"Keep it for later."

I stop. Jim is staring down, barely recognizing himself. I huddle against him to ease his worries. Kamara goes to shave Jimmy and Thomas. She seems particularly good with her hands. Once she's done and all four boys are hairless from the waist down, Julie orders them to strip. It only takes a minute before they're all naked. They retrieve the blankets to cover themselves up.

"Okay, this game is for the girls, but the boys will enjoy it too. I need a volunteer among the girls to stay outside with the boys."

Kamara raises her hand.

"Great, you can tell the boys what to do. Girls, follow me."

The rest of us return inside the house, far away so we can't see the pool anymore. Julie looks at us before continuing.

"Everyone get naked."

We proceed to remove whatever clothing we have left. Marlene is the first to speak.

"You're not going to ask us to have sex with them, are you?"
"Not if you don't want to."

There is a moment of silence, then Julie laughs.

"No, no sex yet. But some foreplay, definitely."
"Just out of curiosity," Sandy asks, "what makes you think these guys will collaborate? I mean, "Sandy looks at me, "I'm not sure Sarah wants us to fuck her boyfriend."
"Do you Sarah?"
"No, I don't, but not for the reasons Sandy thinks."

The argument does not go any further.

"We're going to designate four of us. There's me, Claudia, Marlene, Sandy, Susan, Sarah and Jennifer. Seven of us. When we get out there, you'll only see their dicks sticking out. You get to play with them as you want - but obviously no sex right now."

Julie seems disappointed.

"The guy will have to guess which girl is stimulating him; if he does, he gets to play with you. If he can't, another girl takes his place, one that's waiting on the sidelines. Understood?"

A fairly simple game. I grab Julie by the arm and, excusing myself to the other girls, drag her into the bathroom. She misconstrues my meaning and goes to kiss me but I push her away, sitting her down on the counter.

"What? You disapprove."
"You're not really students in psychology, are you?"
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't really care what you do, frankly, but I like people being honest with me. Your friends, they're pretty open about everything. So are you.
"So? Your friends are open too."
"And you're all in the same classes?"

Julie looks away but sees my reflection in the mirror.

"Okay fine. So we're not, big deal."
"Why are you pretending to be, then?"
"Because it's easier to mingle with students like that."
"Are you planning an orgy on us tonight?"

My comment takes her aback, but she decides to come clean.

"Something like that. Look, it's spring break, no rules, no consequences. We came down here from... Nevada. Some of us are students..."
"And some aren't. Which one are you?"
"Not student. I'm an... exotic dancer."
"I thought something was up."
"I'm sorry about the deception; it's just easier that way."
"Why are you chasing me, specifically? There are hundreds of other girls... or boys, for that matter?"
"You just have an air of... something on you. Something about how you move, how you run."
"I get that a lot, believe me."
"And I can tell you're into me."
"Honey, you have no idea how much I want to do you right now. But I have a commitment to my boyfriend. I can play around somewhat, but whatever I do, he's part of the deal. And he's not as open as I am about these things."

Silence falls on us. I dispel it.

"How did you all meet?"
"There's this agency... I work there, Sandy's the secretary. We provide entertainment for people who can afford it."
"Entertainment?"
"We're not an escort service. We organize trips, like this one. These girls, they really are my friends. I set up this trip for them. I promised them I'd get them laid - and here I am, trying to get laid myself."
"I wish I could offer Jim up, but he won't go for it."
"Have you even asked him?"
"Actually, I have. He might let me have a go..."
"Most of them aren't into girls... in fact, I'm the only one really interested... well, maybe not..."
"Shame."
"Why's that?"

My mind wanders to Kamara.

"You're thinking about Kamara."
"That obvious?"
"She's hot. She'd do you, even if she likes men better."
"Don't tempt me."

Julie wraps her arm around my neck.

"You know what, Sarah, let me talk to Jim."
"I don't know..."
"I have a way with people."
"Don't get your hopes up."

There's a knock at the door. It's Susan's voice.

"Are you making babies in there? The guys are waiting!"
"I wish!" I whisper to Julie.

She leans in and kisses me passionately. I hold nothing back when I return the favour. She pulls away.

"Trust me, Sarah."

We leave the bathroom and return to the girls. Julie has not missed a beat as she determines randomly which girls will go first.

"So we have Marlene, Claudia, Sarah and myself going first."
"And after that?"
"It will be Jennifer, Susan and Sandy."

Sandy pouts.

"I hope I get a turn."

Julie smiles at her.

"I'll make sure you do."

We move back to the pools. The boys are lying on their backs; the blankets cover both their upper bodies and their lower legs, with only their shaven sexes sticking out. The scene is quite hilarious.

Kamara watches us arrive, then gives them the final instructions. We remain quiet.

"All right, each girl is going to play with you; if you can guess which girl it is simply from touch, you get to do something to her; if you can't, another girl will take her place; if you fail three times in a row, the girl gets to do what she wants with you."

Apparently, all the boys have agreed to this. I'm pretty sure Jim argued about details and managed to get his points across before agreeing. It's all right.

It's a funny thing, I realize. Seeing only their shaven shafts, it's hard to tell one guy from the other. I think Jim is number three, but I can't be sure. Julie is the first to select anyways and she heads for number three. It's exciting to think it might be Jim. Marlene selects number two, while Claudia goes for number one.

I get number four. I leave the girls to their devices as I sit beside my unknown male partner. I take his shaft in my hand; it comes to life instantly. It's definitely not Jim's, but beyond that, I can't tell. I spit on it for lubrication, then start playing with it. The low moan tells me I have Peter.

Julie goes down on hers and swallows him; from the moan, it's Jim, I'm sure it is. It's intoxicating to see her there, playing with him; I want to play with her. I try to go down on Peter, but I don't really want to. I just end up jerking him a little.

After a moment, I hear Jim's voice call out a name.

"Julie?"

I'm stunned. He's guessed it right. She backs away and pulls the sheet off his face. He's surprised that he got it right.

The next one to guess is Thomas, number two. Marlene is slowly teasing him.

"Sarah?"

I feel flattered. Kamara says he's wrong. Jennifer takes Marlene's place; she gobbles Thomas up the second she nears him.

Jimmy gives it a try. Claudia is rubbing his sex against her outer leg; it's not very stiff because he's already come twice, but he seems to enjoy it nonetheless.

"Claudia?"

Claudia is truly shocked that Jimmy guessed it right. She removes the blanket and Jimmy stares at her with a wide grin. Claudia seems a bit scared as to what Jimmy might ask of her.

Peter is stirring gently under my care. He figures it's his turn to guess because everyone's spoken. For a moment, I know he's going to say my name. I get scared. All of a sudden, I sense he changes his mind.

"Susan?"

He's wrong, but on purpose. Maybe he doesn't want to get me in trouble with Jim. Whatever his reason, I feel grateful. I get away and Susan does come to take my place.

Meanwhile, Jennifer is strongly working Thomas, who is barely able to keep from releasing. He stutters as he tries another guess.

"Now is it Sarah?"

Of course, he's wrong. Jennifer pulls away. Before Sandy goes over to him, she turns to me.

"Why do I get the gay guy?"
"He's actually bi."
"Still..."

Nevertheless, she sits in his lap and starts working his shaft with her mounds. It's much slower than what Jennifer was doing and it helps Thomas pace himself.

Peter's turn comes again.

"Susan?"

This time, he's right and he knows it. I'm thinking he can see through the blanket. Susan uncovers him and he smiles. I look at Jennifer beside me; she seems jealous.

Thomas gives it another try. He's going to say my name again. Instead, he calls Jennifer. Sandy is dejected, but Julie taps on her shoulder.

"You failed three times. That means Sandy gets whatever she wants to do to you."

Sandy's smile widens. Thomas straightens himself and seems somewhat disappointed, but tries to hide it.

"Okay... so what now?" I ask.
"Now, people collect on what's owed them."

Julie's remark crystallizes the moment; suddenly, all bets are off.

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Everyone around the pool remains silent. Things have just been taken to an entirely new level. From the game that was just played, favours have been distributed; each favour is now to be collected, and given the state of arousal everyone is in, it's become obvious that everyone involved is going to be asking for some sexual favours.

For starters, Julie now owes my Jim a favour; we spoke before the game in the bathroom and she said she'd get me laid with her tonight but that she needed to talk to Jim first. It's her chance to get it done.

Jimmy managed to identify Claudia on the first try and, despite her initial apprehension to being at Jimmy's mercy, she still looks excited and hopeful about what's going to happen.

Thomas is the most troubled, though he hides it well; he now owes Sandy some kind of favour. Even if he's not her first choice either, she is definitely going to get something out of him.

And then there's Peter, who avoided me and ended up with Susan. He's going to get laid tonight, no mistake about it.

This leaves Marlene, Jennifer and myself out of the loop. For a moment, I wonder as to what's going to happen. Julie, once again, grabs the initiative.

"Now, boys, Jimmy, Jim, Peter, you won your sets, so you each select another girl; she has to be willing though."

I smile. I knew Julie would not let me down. Jim goes first, since he guessed first. He picks me. No surprise there. Jimmy's next; he's clearly hesitating, but then he looks over to Peter and makes his choice; he calls out Marlene. Claudia seems reassured. I think Peter intimidated Jimmy on that one. He selects Jennifer, as I knew he would. Kamara is left alone, but Julie motions to her and she says nothing.

Peter gets up and excuses himself a moment. He hurries inside, then comes back with several condoms, which he tosses to the boys.

"It's up to you if you use them or not, but at least this way you don't have the excuse."

I like Peter. He reminds me of Jim, but with grey hair and a loftier outlook on life. Peter continues.

"There are several places where you can go... I'm taking my bedroom, upstairs. People can set up in the bathroom, or the main room, kitchen... you can stay here or even go on the beach."
"Won't there be people on the beach?" Kamara asks.
"Not at this time of night. It's a private beach."

I remember when we did our video shoot there. There was hardly any soul; one man walked his dog and found it quite odd to see two girls in costumes wrestling in the water, while a guy filmed. He just walked by.

It's decided that Jim, Julie and me will head for the beach. Kamara will apparently come with us; it makes me all giddy. I don't know what's going to happen to Jimmy and Thomas, but I hope they'll be all right. I'm surprised to see Jim picking up the condoms, but then again, I shouldn't be. He's always prepared, even if he doesn't plan on using them.

The four of us walk naked onto the beach. We don't move far from the house, just to be safe. Peter is right: the entire area is deserted. Someone pays a lot of money to have this small section of paradise cut off from the general public. Julie grabs Jim's hand and pulls him away from me. I tremble a little. I want to go with him but Kamara takes my hand and drags me the other way.

"You really love him, don't you?"

I stare at Kamara's beautiful body.

"I do. It's so complex sometimes."
"What's complex here?"

Kamara slides her hand in my hair and leans in to kiss me. Her lips are delicious. Some clouds are obscuring the moonlight, but we get enough light to see what we're doing. Kamara slides a finger across my stomach, down to my pussy lips. I bite my lower lip as she plays with me.

"Wait."
"What?"
"Shouldn't we get to know each other better first...?"

She slides one finger into me. I moan.

"What's there to know? We're both looking for a good time, with no consequence. I was hoping for a dick but your fingers will do."
"I just..."

I lose myself in the moment. We lock lips, and she slides her finger in and out of me. I grab her chocolate breasts and knead them. There has been so much tension built up so far I can't stand it anymore. I can't scream because she's kissing me, so I internalize. I feel tears rolling down my cheeks, but I can't tell if I'm happy or sad. She brings me to completion with her fingers, and I collapse in her arms. She sets me down on the sand, places her mouth on my sex and starts eating me. For a moment, she pulls away to speak.

"You're gorgeous Sarah!"

She goes down on me, doing a wonderful job of bringing me back up again.

"What's your record?" she asks.
"Record?"
"How many times have you orgasmed in a single night?"
"Uh... five, maybe?"
"We're going to beat that number tonight."

Kamara's tongue is as agile as her fingers. She has me in the throes of pleasure before long, teasing me up then slowing down. At some point, I can't handle it so I grab the back of her head and push her onto me. She goes all out and I release all over her face. She coughs as she pulls away.

She climbs on top of me, spreading her legs and mine so our sexes come to rest against each other.

"You'll like this."

With one finger, she plays with my clit; with her other hand, she grabs hold of my thighs as she starts rubbing her sex against mine. I look up and see her dark skin resting against mine; the contrast is hypnotic, tantalizing. I let her do the work because I'm too tired to do anything; it's all I can do not to slide in the sand as she presses against me. The grains are entering my crevices but I don't care. I've already come twice, so she gets to her peak before I do; I stare at her open mouth as she orgasms and it gives me the strength to add my own body rhythms to her ecstasy. She falls on her back, exhausted from her own efforts. I manage to pull myself up, turn myself around and plant my face between her legs. As I go to work on her, I look sideways; there in the shadows of night, I see Jim's shape, on his back; on top of him, riding him up and down, I see Julie's svelte body. My heart explodes. They are fucking.

Kamara's hands grab my head and pull me in. My mind is gone and I go down on her hard, munching deeply at her shaven sex, greedily lapping up everything I can. Kamara tries to pace me but I'm a wild dog. Kamara is again in the throes of ecstasy; she squirts all over my face, but I keep my head buried into her. She manages to push me away; from the way she stares at me, I must look awful. She manages to straighten herself and turns my head sideways, so I can watch Jim and Julie go at it.

"This is what you wanted, right?"

The irony is it actually is what I wanted. It may not make sense to anyone but me, but I did want Jim to have sex with someone else. I think it was a way for me to feel less guilty for my own frailties. But to actually see it, witness it, it's beyond reason. Jim has changed so much. How much of it is my fault? Is this what I truly want?

Kamara helps me get up, supporting me as we make our way towards my lover and Julie. There is no mistaking it. Julie is riding him hard, and Jim is enjoying it thoroughly. Julie is the first to notice us; she stops what she's doing and looks at us. For a moment, she has a triumphant look, but her face suddenly changes. She gets up from Jim: I notice then that he's wearing a condom. Julie looks at me shyly.

"You can hit me if you want. I made him do it."

I have arrived at a crossroads in my relationship with Jim. I've been goading him for weeks about doing it with Jennifer; I shouldn't be surprised, given my current behaviour, that he took advantage of an opportunity. Somehow, this realization calms me down. I turn to Jim, who is oddly calm and silent.

"Jim?"
"Yes, Sarah?"
"Do you want to finish fucking Julie?"
"I do."

I turn to Julie and kiss her, then lead her back down onto Jim's hard shaft. I place my hands on Julie's butt cheeks and provide her with support as she starts to go up and down. Julie, who was very silent previously, now voices her pleasure. She rides him hard, providing herself a wonderful orgasm. I'm surprised that Jim doesn't release into her. Julie gets off of Jim, satisfied - but I'm not.

"You wanted to fuck me, Julie? Fuck me then."

I lie on my back and place her hand on my crotch. She starts playing with me. I turn to Jim.

"Take her from behind."

He moves about and positions himself appropriately, entering Julie as she remains on all fours, assuming the position I usually take with Jennifer. Julie tries to play with me but is too engrossed in her own pleasure to be of any efficiency. I look past her figure at Jim's face; he's nowhere near ready for releasing, but he's pumping as hard as he can. This happened to him once; for some reason, he was not able to come easily. It was quite a night for me!

"Jim."

He stops and looks at me. Julie's eyes are glazed over; she is completely lost in her own orgasm.

"Do you want to fuck Kamara too?"

Jim nods. I tell Kamara to lie beside me; she spreads her legs open as she gets into position. Jim pulls out of Julie, still hard, and moves sideways, setting himself up against Kamara. He slides into her without hesitation. One of my hands reaches for Kamara's breast; the other pulls Julie into my sex. She starts working me over with more focus, now that Jim is no longer 'distracting' her.

Kamara's moans are added to my own; Jim is barely uttering a sound as he rides into her with force, trying to make himself release and obviously failing. Maybe it's the condom. I'm kissing Kamara now, feeling another surge building up inside me, this time provided by the expert tongue and mouth of Julie. One of Jim's hand is on Kamara's hips, holding her in place; the other is playing with Julie's sex apparently. I sense another orgasm coming; as I pull away from Kamara's lips, Kamara orgasms at almost the same time as me; a moment later, Julie is lifting her head, as Jim's fingers bring her to her second climax.

As I open my eyes, I see JIm is still pumping into Kamara. He hasn't released yet.

"Jim! Go back to Julie."

I flip Julie over and watch Jim slide into her again. My blood boils at the sight of his shaft disappearing into her, but in a good way. I'm happy for him. I want his first orgy experience to be memorable and willing, unlike mine. I don't regret my own but I would have enjoyed having more control over it. I hope I can give Jim some of that.

Julie is arching her back. Kamara and I are holding onto her wrists, preventing her from reaching Jim. She is still struggling against us; she wants to grab on to him and pull him in herself. She finally submits to our domination; I see Jim ready to release.

"Jim, where do you want to come?"

If this is a fantasy, might as well let him play it out to its fullest. He pulls out and removes the condom. I'm lost for a moment as he starts jerking off. I remember something he once told me in confidence; I pull Kamara's head and mine closer to Julie's. He holds nothing back as he squirts his semen in our faces; there's just so much of it right now, it's unbelievable. Jim spurts one last time before stopping altogether; Julie recovers and licks his shaft clean.

For a moment, everybody remains motionless on the sand, taking in the events... For the first time, I don't go to Jim. I usually rush to his side in these circumstances. I can't shield him from himself. If he's going to make it through, it has to be on his own terms. I have to let him go, just like he was willing to let me go.

Julie and Kamara move aside and, after rinsing their faces in the cold water, lie on their backs in the sand. Kamara makes the number four with her fingers. She's keeping count. My night is not over yet.

Jim stares in the distance. I fight my instincts and stay away from him. He finally turns to me and smiles. I smile back. I want to talk to him, ask him why he's allowing himself to do these things, why he's allowing me to do the same, but the moment is wrong. Julie and Kamara are just here for the sex, not for our long convoluted talks about relationships. I crawl besides Julie, leaning to face her.

"Shouldn't you be taking care of your boyfriend?"
"He's fine right now."
"It took a lot less convincing that I initially thought."
"What did you say to him?"

Julie lies on her side, facing me.

"I told him that's what you wanted. That you wanted to have me, but you couldn't because of him. I told him the only way to make it fair was for you both to have me. It worked. I thought I'd have more convincing to do."
"Jim... has changed recently. I don't know why."

Julie kisses me.

"It was awesome, but don't think you're off the hook yet. We still have two more times to go at least..."
"Kamara told you?"
"It was my idea."
"I'm not surprised."

Jim comes over to us. He's standing against the starry backdrop, his presence looming over us. He looks like an angel - a naked angel. He is smiling shyly; all I can really make out are his teeth.

"Thank you Julie. Kamara."
"It was our pleasure, handsome."

He kneels in front of us. He stares at me.

"What?"
"You know I love you, right?"
"I do."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes?"

Something in his tone of voice is unsettling to me.

"I've decided we should experiment. Together. We talked about it, of course, but I wanted to tell you to your face... in front of witnesses..."
"This has to do with your conversation with Jennifer, right?"
"It does, but now's not the time to talk about it. I just want you to know, we'll experiment for as long as it feels comfortable, as long as it feels right. For both of us."

I straighten myself, eased by his comments. I was expecting him to break up with me. I plant a kiss on his lips.

"What do you want to do now?" I ask.

He smiles. He looks at all three of us.

"I'd like to be in charge..."

There is a tingle in the air.

"Maybe we could get some other girls to join us?" Kamara says.

Her question hangs in midair. Jim's smile has turned from shy to devious. This week's activities have revealed a new side to him that I don't think he even knew existed. I shiver; Jim's transformation is opening entirely new windows to me.

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As Kamara gets up from the beach and heads towards Peter's house, I stare at Jim and Julie for a moment. My world has undergone yet another change, this time for the better. Just yesterday, I finally managed to get Jim completely involved in a three-person relationship with my best friend Jennifer; it's not simply a passing thing but it feels like a real relationship.

Today, Jim has surpassed even my expectations. We've just participated in an orgy, and he had sex with both Julie and Kamara, under my guidance. I felt a little like Jody, my first girlfriend (was she ever really that, I wonder), talking me through the steps of intercourse. Not once did Jim break down like he used to do; he was focused, determined and unapologetic about it. That's the greatest change. He'd done some things in the past but had always expressed remorse for them. This is the first time he doesn't apologize for acting on his desires.

It's probably this last development that endears Jim so much to me. He's always nagged about his actions, second guessed himself and felt bad for having these feelings. He's now acting on them without remorse. This week has transformed him, but maybe it started earlier.

It actually began the night we first had sex, with my best girl friends around me; we played with his perceptions that night, making him believe he was having sex with them while it was always me. That was the first time he experienced the rush and I know he enjoyed it. He just couldn't bring himself to admit it until recently.

Then Jennifer caught us having sex, and somehow got integrated into our play. I let them play together, I even encouraged it, in the hopes that it would open up my Jim. Deep down inside, I wanted to have sex with Jennifer again. It was a way for me to justify doing so, while still remaining steady with Jim. We both got involved in a tentative threesome, which brought Jim to the brink of collapse and almost cost me two friendships.

I made up with Jim, and then we teamed up with Brad and Brigitte. Jim experienced control, real control, from playing with Brad. I think he got bit. I was so caught up in trying to heal everyone else's problems I paid little attention to the changes occurring in my boyfriend. Then, I left him alone with Jennifer, to mend things. Something happened between them, and I'm still unclear as to whether they actually had sex. Regardless, whatever happened allowed Jim to break out of his shell and blossom.

It's been painstaking, I realize. Jim has dug his way up little by little; when he broke the surface, the gush of air rushed into his lungs and freed him.

This may sound strange to everyone else, but I want Jim to have as much fun and as many experiences as he can afford. He's been holding back all these years. From the way he looks at me now, I know he wants the same for me. I'm a little concerned that eventually, another man may come into play. I wonder how he'd react then. But he said to take it one step at a time. We'll cross that bridge when we get there.

Kamara is returning; watching her strut naked along the beach is a sight to behold. She is not alone. Marlene and Claudia are following her. When I finally see their faces, I can read some disappointment. Julie gets up and inquires.

"What's going on?"

Marlene answers.

"That Jimmy fella... he... well..."
"He didn't perform."
"Not like we wanted, anyway."

Jim speaks.

"Too drunk. That stunt he pulled knocked him out."
"That too."

We're a little surprised.

"Too? There's more?" I ask.

Claudia tells us she doesn't want to talk about it. I'll have to inquire with Thomas tomorrow; maybe he knows what happened. Kamara walks over to Jim and leans against his body.

"This gentleman here will be more than happy to provide you with whatever satisfaction you require, ladies."
"If I can get it up again..."

Jim sneers at me. I see some of the old Jim still in there, somewhat hesitant, reluctant to commit to anything. Julie speaks.

"I think we can get you in the mood again. Kamara?"

Kamara walks over to Julie and they start kissing. I move towards Jim and grab his manhood and start playing with it. I whisper in his ear.

"Try to save some for me."

From this close, I can see he's trembling. He's not as confident as he makes himself out to be, but he's doing quite an effort. The fact that he's already felt his release must be one of the mitigating factors. The initial rush is gone; he has to goad himself into it again.

Julie lies down in the sand; Kamara lies on top of her, but facing the other way; Kamara plants a kiss on Julie's pussy, aimed at Jim. The reaction is instantaneous; Jim's limp sex starts to come alive again, as Kamara starts licking Julie's sex. From Kamara's look, I see Julie is doing the same.

Claudia kisses Marlene on the neck, but Marlene backs away.

"Come on, cut it out, Claudia. You know I'm not really into that sort of thing."
"You don't know until you try it."
"Claudia!"

Marlene resists poorly; despite her protests to the contrary, Claudia's touch is turning her on. I see her nipples going erect.

"What have you got to lose, Marlie?"
"My dignity!"
"It'll be fun... it won't get anywhere else than here."

Marlene appears troubled. Jim intervenes.

"Tell you what, Marlene... I'll start on you."
"What?"

Jim advances towards Marlene and pushes her gently to the ground. He lightly spreads her legs.

"I know you're shy about this sort of thing. I was too, until recently. Let me help you loosen up, okay?"
"Okay."

Marlene's voice is far from convinced, but she lets him near her crotch with his hand. He gently touches her; she jumps.

"Calm down. We can stop if you want."
"No... It's all right. I want this."

Jim starts to play with her; Marlene is very tightly rolled against herself. I move to Claudia and shake her hand.

"Since they're busy..."
"Sure."

I start to kiss Claudia, my hand slowly going through her hair, then the back of her neck. She immediately grabs my breasts as she plunges her tongue into me.

"You've done this before."
"So have you."

We laugh, and lie down on the sand. Claudia starts to play with my breasts, tickling them, sucking on them. I look at Julie and Kamara, engrossed in their activities, completely unaware of what's going on. I turn my head the other way to watch Jim playing with Marlene's pussy. Marlene is shivering from emotion; she's not used to this kind of treatment. Jim is reticent to dive into her sex, and I know why. He's always thinking about consequences, even in his open-minded state. Yet, he's allowing me to be as open as I want.

I whisper to him.

"Do it, Jim. You know she wants it."

He takes my cue and dives in. This time, Marlene stops resisting; I see her face contort with the pleasure Jim is providing her. I return to my own self; Claudia is doing to me what Jim is doing to Marlene. I let the sensation ride me; I remember that Kamara promised me more orgasms than I'd ever felt. I'm still waiting on that promise, but Claudia is sure helping deliver it. My gaze wanders back and forth between Kamara and Julie, who have switched places, and Jim and Marlene, in the throes of ecstasy. Jim is obviously getting better at this, or Marlene is easily stimulated. Claudia goes at me more fiercely, and I sense the rush coming back. The energy shoots through my body. Just as I start to recover, Jim turns to me.

"Take over on Marlene."

I nod and move to Marlene. She is panting heavily; I don't think she's ever been eaten out. I dive right in, and I hear Marlene's moans echoing across the beach. My hand reaches over her mouth; sure, there's no one here right now, but make too much noise and someone uninvited might drop in. I turn my head to see that Jim is being sucked on by Claudia. He then places her on all fours, next to Marlene. This scene seems familiar somehow. I see him putting on a condom; I don't stop him. I stare at Claudia's face as Jim enters her from behind. Claudia grabs Marlene's hair and pulls her in; they kiss passionately. I go back on Marlene and finally make her climax. Her screams are muffled by the kisses she and Claudia are exchanging.

I crawl on top of Marlene and pull her to me, kissing her myself. She kisses me back with a passion, the same passion we saw earlier when she got angry at being stripped. We're making out like crazy, while right beside me, my Jim is fucking Claudia hard. Claudia experiences her own climax and collapses on the beach. I signal Jim to get behind me; my sex and Marlene's are very close to each other.

Jim moves where I told him to; he slides his shaft in between our sexes, rubbing them both. He slides once into me and I jerk on top of Marlene. He pulls out and then slides into Marlene herself. She can't take it anymore; I have to actually muzzle her, putting my breast in her mouth so she doesn't alert the nearby inhabitants. Jim pushes deep into her; she's barely going along with the motion. Jim pulls out of her and slides back into me, then he starts pumping. This will be number six.

I sense him shooting his load, a violent rush of motion accompanying it. He pulls away quickly, exhausted. I fall on top of an already motionless Marlene. We hear the moans of ecstasy of Julie and Kamara as they achieve their own climax.

Once again, silence falls onto the beach. I remain where I am, my lips half locked against Marlene's, who is breathing, heavily, satisfied in ways she never expected. For a moment, I literally pass out. When I come to, I'm lying on my back; Marlene has rested her head against my breast. Jim is not far, on his own back, staring at the stars. Claudia is right beside Marlene, kissing her back side. Julie and Kamara are not in my line of sight, but I hear their breathing behind me. I'm too tired to move.

This has been one heck of a ride. More often than not, things can only go downhill from such a place. I chase these dark thoughts from my mind. Things will only go bad if we let them do so.

The moment is now. I seize it and make it mine.

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I was almost ready with part 20 (Saturday) but proofreading revealed some critical errors and the post unfortunately needs a rewrite. It will therefore be delayed; apologies for the inconvenience. I will post it up as soon as possible, as it will conclude the Spring Break storyline.

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When I open my eyes on Saturday morning, I'm assaulted by the scent of sweat and human flesh. I stir from my position and realize someone's foot is on my stomach, someone's hand is on my breast, and someone's crotch is near my face. As I move about and remove the body parts, I remember the final details of last night. After our orgy, we went back inside because the cold air was getting to us. We all huddled in a mass, talked for a bit, until everyone of us fell asleep.

I look around but Jim is nowhere to be found. I'm a little stunned to find I was sleeping right next to Jimmy on one side and Marlene on the other, with Julie's crotch almost on top of my face. We must have moved around a lot during the night. I stop by the bathroom before seeking Jim. I can't find Peter, Thomas or Jennifer either; I reluctantly climb the stairs to the upper bedroom and find Jennifer and Peter huddled in bed, still sleeping soundly; I'm surprised to see Thomas there, sleeping on the ground beside the bed.

As I head out to the pool, I notice that Jim is in that area, sitting on the edge, still naked. For a moment, I tense up. After last night's event, will he even be able to look at me the same?

"Jim?"

He turns his head. He seems calm, serene. I know his insides are shaking but he's putting on a brave face.

"Are you all right?"
"I am. I think."

I sit beside him, put my feet in the water and lie against him.

"Some night, huh?"
"Unbelievable."

He looks back to the room where the rest are still sleeping.

"I can't believe I had sex with five different women..."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes... I'm just wondering how I can top that."

I'm taken aback by his comment.

"You don't have to, you know. It doesn't have to go anywhere else from here. It doesn't even have to stay like this."
"I know."

I grab his arm and hold him tight.

"Did I do something wrong?"
"No, Sarah. You did everything right. There's no one to blame here, because we did nothing wrong."
"Are you sure you don't regret it?"
"It's done. We move on."

I manage to get his full attention.

"Jim! Be honest with me... you did most of this for my benefit."
"Believe it or not, Sarah, no I didn't. True, you came in as an important factor, but I realized something, talking to Jennifer the other day."
"What did she say?"
"It's not entirely what she said."

JIm takes a deep breath and plunges into the water, immersing himself entirely for a brief moment before coming up and grabbing hold of the ledge. I'm amazed!

"Jim, you..."
"Yeah, I did."
"Wow! You really have grown."

I join him in the water. It's cold but for the moment, it feels just right.

"I have this... amazing opportunity here, something someone like me doesn't usually get."
"What's that?"
"You. You're unbelievable, incredible even."

I'm flattered.

"How so?"
"You have this unique gift to be able to love everyone and separate sex from love... I've never had that. Not only that, you encourage me to test myself, to go out on a limb and try stuff."
"It's not always easy, you know. I do get jealous sometimes."
"But you recover from it."

Jim paddles around but quickly returns to the ledge.

"I've spent the last six years of my life celibate, with hardly any relationships whatsoever, literally no sex... and then you come along and not only offer me your entire being but also a new way of life, something I've only dreamed up in stories. How can I not take that leap? How can I not trust you with this?"
"Jim, I'm not perfect."
"Of course you're not. You've made mistakes, I've made them too. This is a rush, Sarah, and frankly, I don't know how long I can keep this up. But it is fun, and enjoyable, and so incredibly amazing!"

I start paddling around myself.

"Where do you want to go from here?"
"I have no clue. I know I can't let you go, because if I do... I'll lose what I've gained, what you bring to me. I can be open and challenging, and dirty and unfaithful, and all those things because you're with me. Without you..."

His voice trails off. I swim to him and kiss him, before swimming back out.

"Do you want to have sex with other people too?"
"How should I know?"

He laughs.

"It's not even about sex, Sarah."

I'm hearing Jennifer's voice through Jim's mouth.

"It's about taking chances with life and love, living new experiences and trying to come out on top. No one but you could allow me to live this. I don't want a threesome with Jennifer. I don't want to have sex with other girls. I just want to live whatever I want to live, without asking myself all those questions I used to ask. If it feels right..."
"...do it."

I swim to him.

"Have you ever had sex in the water?"
"What?... It's too cold, it'll never go up."
"Don't be so sure."

I plunge underwater and grab hold of his waist; his manhood is limp from the cold and the lack of excitation. I lift it up and put it in my mouth. I hold on for only a couple seconds before needing to get my breath. As I exit the water, Jim speaks.

"What are you doing?"

With one hand, I play with his manhood; it's slowly coming back to life.

"In the water, it's amazing. Touch me."

He complies, still not convinced; his hand slides against my sex; I lift myself up to give him better access, but I'm forced to push my upper body forward to reach him. He's harder but still not by much.

I help him get out of the water and sit him on the side of the pool, his legs still in there. I put him in my mouth and start sucking. He looks back into the house but so far no one is stirring. He's having a good reaction now, his manhood is coming to attention. I play with myself as I suck on him; the water already makes me wet but it can't hurt to add a little extra stimulation.

Once he's fully erect, I move towards the shallow end of the pool, dragging him along the side of the pool. I bring him into the water; I spread my legs and let my natural flotation devices do the work. He descends into the water; I guide him towards my sex and, with some effort, manage to slide him into me. I grab hold of his waist and start pulling him in and out, while he stabilizes himself on the ledge. I feel his warmth inside me; I go slow because the water prevents any sudden movements.

Just then, our eyes are drawn to a shape near the pool; Peter is standing there, staring at us, wearing a night robe. We stop for a moment and stare.

"Am I intimidating you? I can leave."

I smile at him and look at Jim.

"You can stay and watch, if that's okay with Jim."
"Uh... Sure. Okay."

Peter smiles.

"Can I get my camera?"
"I'm not sure..." Jim starts speaking, but I cut him off.
"We're half under the water; the only thing to see are my breasts..."

My argument wins Jim over. Peter leaves for a moment; I slide Jim in and out of myself to make sure he remains hard. The water is great because Jim can hold me up with little effort. Peter returns; his camera is ready so he just starts taking pictures. I lean into Jim and kiss him; the buildup is slower than what I'm used to.

Jim takes a step back into the stairs, which raises us to the very limit of the water. Jim can take over and swing me with a little more force. Peter keeps his distance; I know he's doing it for Jim's benefit. Peter can read people like books.

Now that we're a little more out of the water, the pace increases as does the stimulation. Jim is starting to pant; I don't know if he'll be able to hold on until he comes. He's enjoying it even if it's not very easy. My climax is slowly building, much slower than it ever has; I think the cold water on my ass is hindering its progress.

Jim is having a hard time keeping up now; we need to switch places or it won't work. Pumping in the water is difficult work.

"You two are so beautiful together."

Peter's comment gives Jim a renewed burst of energy; he's determined to come into me in this position.

"She likes that... see how hard her nipples are."

Peter's words are somehow stimulating Jim into a frenzy, something which I don't mind at all. I'm feeling dizzy myself from the effort of lifting myself up, my arms now around Jim's neck.

"Look at her, Jim... you're taking her hard... she's into you as much as you're into her... so beautiful together."

Jim is feeling the pain as much as the pleasure now. I feel my own climax rushing in.

"Come into her. She wants it so bad."

It only takes a few more thrusts. Jim's mouth is wide as he shoots his load into me; the warmth propels me over the edge and I scream; one short vocal burst that stirs the house. Jim slows down quickly; Peter is smiling.

"You'll have to check those pictures later. They're incredible. You two are so perfect together."

I lean and kiss Jim; as he pulls out of me, my legs fall limp into the water. I place my head over Jim's shoulder and mouth the words : "Thank you". Peter smiles before leaving us.

Inside the house, people are stirring.

"Oh wow! So intense!"

Jim is still spent from the exercise.

"I could sleep right now."

I lean in and kiss him.

"Add another notch to your belt, lover."
"What?"
"Sex in the water, with a professional photographer taking pictures and talking dirty to us. That's something new."

Jim catches my drift.

"That's two or three notches minimum."

He kisses me.

"You know, Sarah, if we don't have any plans today..."
"I do, actually."
"Really? What?"
"I need to check up on Tom and Jenn to see if they're alright. Remember, Tom probably had to sleep with Sandy last night."
"Oh right. Will he be mad at Jimmy? For Marlene and Claudia?"
"I honestly don't know. Remember how they were upset when Kamara brought them over and you had to fill in for Jimmy. I don't think Jimmy delivered."
"Yeah, he was hammered."

An image returns to my head.

"I wonder why Thomas was in Peter's bedroom this morning?"
"He was?"
"Yeah... I guess we'll need to ask him what happened."

Jim looks away for a moment, then comes back to me.

"I've been meaning to ask: where are Brad and Brigitte?"
"That's another story entirely."
"What happened? I haven't seen them since... Wednesday."
"I got into an argument with Brigitte. I called and invited her and Brad over last night, but they didn't call me back."
"Should we call them?"
"No. Let's give them some time alone. I shook Brigitte up pretty bad. I hope she's all right."
"Are you sure you don't want to call?"
"I am. Come in. I'm starving, and since I'm done eating you, I'd like to get some real food inside me."

As we get out of the water and head inside, my mind goes over the events of last night, and all I missed while on the beach. What were Jennifer, Thomas and Jimmy up to anyway?

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This is post 400. Just to let everyone know, I'm back. I took a week off to meditate on myself, my implication on the site, my stories, my life in general and what it all means to me.

A friend of mine told me this story was of a lesser quality than my previous ones, and I have to agree with that person. I still think it's good, but there's obviously less character development and more sexuality - not a bad thing in itself but not my usual cup of tea. I'd like to get your own thoughts about it, and please, feel free to be honest.

One comment that particularly struck me is that this story deals with too many different topics at the same time and does not have as much focus. Again, I'd like to hear what you think.

And just so you know, we're about at the midway point in the story. A few more installements in post 20, 'Saturday' of Spring Break; I'm going to go into detail retelling everyone's encounters for the previous night, and then end it off with a cliffhanger.

After that, we're going to look at some characters which have so far been neglected in the storyline.

Glad to meet you again all.

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On Monday, I had a photo shoot. It wasn't with Peter, it was actually something totally unrelated. Catalog work for power tools. Boring job, boring pay; I came back home dead tired and went to bed early.

Tuesday was no different. Thomas showed up around ten in the morning; I was still in bed. I answered the door naked, which I sometimes do for the challenge of it. Thomas immediately noticed my puffy eyes, my pale skin; he brought me back to bed, prepared me some soup and told me to stay in. We talked a little about Sarah, but really I just wanted to sleep so he left.

On Wednesday, I felt good enough to go talk to Sarah. I wanted to but I was afraid. I was still somewhat sick and found it hard to smile; my stomach was queasy. Sarah and I went to talk apart from the rest for a while. I remember most of what she said. I told her it had been a nice thing but that it was over, that we shouldn't dwell on the past. We talked about our breakup yet again, I told her Jim wouldn't go for a threesome despite her wishes. Then she said this:

"Jenn. You're punishing me, Jim and yourself, and I don't understand why."
"I don't know why!" I answered.

I came to talk about my need for a relationship because, as much as I enjoy sex with anyone and everyone, it's not all I want. I got a hint that things were happening in her life as well, but I remained the focus of attention. I realized I wasn't as mad at her or at Jim as initially thought, just somewhat disappointed. I was still weak so we decided to meet up that night at my place.

When I got home, I was still tired but I wanted sex so bad I put porn on my computer, took out my favorite toy and made myself orgasm three times, before finally going back to bed. I got up later in the afternoon and did the same thing; I thought that if I masturbated enough, I might not be as horny when Sarah came in. My trick worked. Even if she did offer herself to me, I was able to say no. During the day, every time I masturbated, I thought of Sarah. I love her. She has been my only steady lover.

We plugged our favorite erotic movie, even though I wasn't really in the mood to watch it. I barely played with myself, where we used to have sex to it constantly. The stress had worn me out, and we got to bed a little after nine. I fell asleep like a log. I finally managed to get a good night's sleep and, in the morning, I eased myself onto Sarah's lap and gave myself some pleasure. It was a form of make-up sex, even if Sarah did not fully participate. I needed it to get over my hesitations.

That day, Sarah surprised me by tying me up to the bed and forcing me into a confrontation with Jim. The reason I did not resist as much as I could was that I knew it was inevitable; Jim got there after Sarah helped dress me up and prepared the necessities, then she left for the beach, leaving me alone with her boyfriend. Anyone else but me would have told her this was a bad idea.

"so... Jim."
"Jennifer."

We stared at each other in silence for a long moment.

"Can I get you anything?"
"You know what, Jim, let's cut the crap."
"Fine."
"Why won't you have sex with me?"
"Because it would be wrong."
"Why?"

For a moment, Jim says nothing. I go on the offensive. I'm tired of holding back when I'm with him.

"What haven't you done with me? We kissed as early as the New Year's party. You masturbated me a few weeks back; then watched Sarah and me have sex; one time you were involved, fucking Sarah, the other you were filming us, it was your idea. Week after that, I gave you a hand job on the roller coaster, then we went into the stall; I played with your dick and had you come all over my pussy. Then we went back to your place and you ate me while you were again fucking Sarah. So I ask again: why won't you put your dick into me?"

My arguments linger in the air."

"Dammit Jenn! I don't know!"

I hear the swear words he leaves out because he doesn't talk like that.

"This has to do with limits, right?"
"Maybe... If I consumate with you, what's to prevent me from doing it with others too. What makes my relationship with Sarah unique?"
"You think sex makes a relationship unique? You really are a man."
"Excuse me?"
"Sex is about fun. Relationships are about effort. Sure, you can include sex in a relationship, but it comes with a reward. And another thing... Sarah told me you gave her the go-ahead to fuck me if she wanted to."

Jim looks away.

"I said to Sarah to do what she thought was right and that I would support her."
"You're giving her carte blanche, basically? Why are you denying it to yourself?"
"Because..."

I interrupt him.

"Because you're a good boy, and you've been raised with good Christian values, and good Christian boys don't sleep around on their lovers... this is a new world, Jim, a completely different messed up wonderful and exciting new world! The old conventions, they've been thrown out the window."
"Not by everyone."
"Sarah and me, we grew up in a very different place. Computer porn, adult movie star recognition, personal sites for relationships or even casual sex. This is our world."

Jim returns to me.

"And you're okay with that? That world?"
"Say you're born in a tribe where female excision is standard."

Jim is appalled at my example and I disgust myself, but it illustrates my point.

"When the girl grows up, she is told about it and she goes through with it. It's that simple. If she's never heard of another way of doing things, she'll never imagine she didn't have to go through with it."
"I get your point."
"You and me are from very different worlds, Jim. I think mine is better, but that's a personal choice. I tried to walk in your shoes when I was younger, tried to be a good little girl... and I got burned for it. I did."

Memories of my adopted family flood into my mind but I chase them away. I moved out immediately after high school for a reason.

"Why don't you try stepping in my shoes for a change? You might like it."
"I know I might. And that's unbelievably scary."
"You're afraid you'll like it."
"I'm afraid... once I open the door..."
"...you won't be able to go back. What if you don't want to?"
"What if I do?"

We talked for the rest of the afternoon. I showed him pictures of me, recalled small insignificant anecdotes from our pasts, shared and compared stories. We kissed, passionately, because he wanted to get that over it. I offered him a handjob but he declined. Eventually, we got to talking about Sarah. I brought the topic up.

"What do we do about her?"
"What do you mean?"
"We both love her, and even if she's into a relationship with you, which I can abide by, she's like me. She's into sex."
"One thing I don't get is I provide her with enough sex... I think."
"Let me put it to you this way, Jim. Sarah's never been faithful to anyone. Not to me, not to Brad, nor to any of the former lovers she's had."
"Never?"
"She always justifies it with some argument. It's part of the game. And I'm not blaming her, I'm the same. We grew up together, earned our stripes together I'd say."
"She won't be faithful to me, then."
"No. She'd like to. To some extent, she relies more on you than she's ever relied on anyone before, so it's an improvement, but you can't ask her to change in a matter of a few months. Since she's been with you, I know she's denied herself opportunities which she would have taken while she was with me."

Jim seems troubled.

"I'm sorry if this hurts you."
"No... You're right, I kind of suspected as much."
"Can you handle it?"
"you know, Jennifer, it's funny how a guy can watch two girls have sex, even the one he loves, but freeze up if another guy comes into the picture. Why is that?"
"Beats me. That's what you're afraid of?"
"Somewhat. It's unreasonable and stupid..."
"It's a normal reaction I think."

I take a few moments to think of his words.

"Maybe it has something to do with the alpha male thing... you don't want anyone else to spread their seed, and another girl is not threatening because she can't?"
"I don't know."

Jim looks away again.

"Sarah wants me to try new stuff, and I want to please her, but I'm scared I'll get so into it, she'll... take second place. Or I'll simply forget her. As much as I am a man, and want sex, and possibly with as many partners as I can, I also want a relationship."
"The two don't have to be exclusive."
"Not in this new world, I gather."

I place a hand on his shoulder.

"Take the plunge. You'll only grow stronger for it. If you can't swim, stay near the edge. Dive only as deep as you can."

The water metaphor is good for him because of his fear of water.

"If if feels right, do it."

I kiss him on the cheek. He looks away for a moment, then turns to me and starts kissing me passionately. He's doing it. Tied up to my bed, I can only assist him so much as he undresses himself and me. I lie on my back; he reaches for a condom but I prevent him from leaving.

"You don't need one. I take the pill and I'm clean."

He hesitates for a brief moment before climbing on top of me and entering me, pressing his naked body against mine. One of my hands travels his back; the other it still tied to the bed, The sex is slow and passionate; I've been teasing him for months, I'm not surprised he dives right into me. I'm still long away from my climax when I feel him release into me. I suppose I can forgive him. I wrap my free arm around him as his head comes to rest against mine.

"Thank you, Jim."

He remains quiet for a moment, then lifts his head up. He seems distant, removed from the event.

"It's all right, Jim. It's what we both wanted, and it's what Sarah wanted."
"All the same, I don't think we should tell her."
"Your decision."
"Not yet, anyway. Not until I've had a chance to talk to her."
"I'll respect your wish."

We keep talking for a while longer, discussing what we're going to do with Sarah now. There are things left unsaid and Jim wants us to write them down so we don't forget, so we can make it official. This seems very important to Jim so I comply.

Watching him write, I suddenly realize that all I really wanted was sex with him. My lover is, and has always been, Sarah. This was a brief interlude and despite my lack of completion, I am at peace. Jim seems relatively unscathed. He needed this even more than I did.

There's a small pinch in my heart left. Sarah is with Jim now. She'll have sex with me, she'll remain my best friend, but she's not longer available to be my life partner. I'll have to move on. I've been holding on to her dream. It belongs to Jim now.

I lay on my back, still naked, while Jim goes to get dressed. Sarah will be here shortly. We have our games planned; Sarah loves games, so this will help break the news. If she needs any comfort, which she may not. She did ask for this.

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[This post hints at some mature reflexions and themes. It is written from the perspective of a more mature character and I just wanted to give a fair warning about it.]

I took my first pictures of a naked woman when I was barely sixteen. I'm not proud of them. I sneaked into the bathroom while my sister was in there. I was furtive as a mouse and managed to get two or three snapshots before darting out of the room. I used the school photo lab to develop them; I've never showed them to anyone. My sister was - and still is to my mind - the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and I still have some feelings for her. Maybe that's why I haven't seen her in twenty years, since I moved out of my parent's house and into my own flat.

I now lead a charmed life but my first years were hard. I discovered early on that I was attracted to both men and women, to beauty in general. I had my first homosexual experience when I was twenty-one and high on drugs; I had my first heterosexual encounter the very next day with the guy's sister; the next night I got both of them drunk and photographed them making out and a little more. I realize now I was recreating a pattern with my sister, and I regret what I had them do, even if they were sort of willing (the drugs helped lower their inhibitions).

I got arrested for possesion the very next month and spent a hard thirty days in jail; even if it was minimum security, I got raped by my cellmate. It wasn't my first time at the bat. When I was seven, one of my teachers kept me after class and had me suck him. When I was thirteen, I witnessed my sister's rape at the hands of my father; he got arrested when we both testified against him and went to jail and died in there. I like to think he was murdered.

I know all this sounds morbid but I'm telling you all this for two reasons: one, I've seen a lot of shit in the world, most of it not pretty and some even sicker than I can tell you about; two, somehow, through it all, both me and my sister survived. Still, I'm not always doing great. I have a lot of money, a nice house on the beach, and all the sex I can dream up, girls and boys as much as I want. But for all I have, I'm a little hollow inside. Too much pain will hurt someone in the long run.

Some see my life as ideal. I see it as a succession of events that shaped my character. I would probably change most of the decisions I made along the way if I could. I'll let you decide for yourself if you agree with me or not.

When I was twenty-five, I got a lucrative contract with a local firm in Los Angeles. I was a model tracker; I found beautiful girls and convinced them to pose nude. Since I needed to make a good impression, I was loaded with money and privilege. I was excellent; my fascination with beauty lead me to locate several promising young starlets; some only wanted to do nudity; others wanted to go further; I passed a lot of auditions in those years. I must have slept with over three hundred girls over the five years I did the job, and maybe 30 or so young boys. I was in heaven, but I had nothing else. I lost myself to the drugs and the sex, and experienced a nervous breakdown at the peak of my sexual activity. The doctors told me to slow down or I would die.

It was at that time that I met Fred. He was five years older than me, and we fell madly in love. We fucked everywhere, and for a while, he was my only steady partner. Unfortunately, I wasn't his. I found him in bed with another man; he tried to make amends but I never forgave him. We broke up. Six months later, I learned he had died of AIDS. I had myself checked; somehow, I had not been contaminated. It had happened after we broke up.

Life had given me two warnings. I did not wait for the third and possibly last one. I gathered my money, became my own man, developed my own business of internet photography and sold my services to other providers. The house is paid up, I only have the standard upkeep. It took me some time to get my affairs in order, and I've learned to separate work and sex. Since I started my own company, I had never had sex with any of my boys or girls.

Until today, that is.

Jennifer and Susan accompanied me to my bedroom upstairs; I'd always known that Jennifer was into me, but rules were meant to be kept. This night felt different; the party at my place had been for the student girls' benefit, and I had understood from the onset that I was to pleasure at least one of them. I did not mind, in fact, I was looking forward to it. But something happened during the games. I was teamed with my model, Jennifer, and I realized that if I slept with another girl and not her, I would lose her as a model. And she is too unique, too special, to let go. Hence my dilemma: I needed to break my rule in order to keep my model.

I decided that, since I was breaking my rule, I would at least enjoy it as much as I could. At thirty-eight years old, I'm not as athletic or endurant as I once was. I can keep it up with one partner, no sweat; two could be problematic. My best bet was to start them off on each other.

Luckily, I have a very large selection of toys.

They went to sit on the bed, facing me. I had my camera with me. I turned to the visitor, Susan.

"Do you mind if I take pictures?"
"No... as long as you fuck me and come into me."
"I will. In time."
"I'm clean, by the way."

I look at Jennifer.

"So am I."
"And me too."

Susan stares at me intently.

"I've never made love to an older man..."
"It's just the same as a younger man, but with more experience."

I laugh as I set up the camera on a tripod, aimed at the bed, and set the automatic shutter to take a picture every ten seconds. A new empty memory card will store up to five hundred pictures. That's three per minute, over an hour of pictures. We should be done by then.

I open the drawers for the girls; Jennifer's seen some of them but never my entire collection.

She retrieves her favorite: a glass dildo I bought specifically for her first insertion shoot last year. Susan picks out a colourful one with a clit stimulation extension. They set them aside for a moment; I lean in on the bed. We start kissing in turn; their hands reach for my dick while I caress their hair. I don't reach for their breasts; that's a rookie mistake in my book. Start gently, go big later. They both lie on their backs, their heads towards the camera. I retrieve their devices and lick them both, while they play with their pussies, making them wetter than before. I insert the dildos into their holes and start pumping slowly; Susan allows herself to be vocal but Jennifer internalizes everything.

"That's it girls, come for me now..."

I don't relent until Susan has a clear orgasm; once she's done, I focus on Jennifer and achieve the same result. I let them recover from their ecstasy, then move them around so they fall into a 69 position; I set myself up so I can lick Susan's pussy at the same time as Jennifer, allowing our tongues to touch every so often. Susan is exceptionnally loud; if anyone else is in the house, she must surely be distracting them. All the time, I interrupt my actions to speak.

"That's right, Susan, lick her good, she's all wet for you."
"Jennifer, you're so hot. You look like an amazon!"
"Don't hold anything back, Susan. Let Jennifer know how good she is."

This time, I don't let them finish. I retrieve a double-sided plastic dildo and present it to them. Jennifer takes the fluids from her pussy and applies them to her ass, getting down on all fours. She then slides the dildo inside her back hole.

"Does it hurt?" Susan asks.
"Not really," I answer.

Jennifer is more agressive than I am.

"Try it, see if you like it."

Susan gets on all fours and tries to soak up her asshole with her fluids; she's never done this before.

"Hang on Susan, you might be too tight... let me loosen you up a bit..."

I slide a finger across her left butt cheek, sliding the dildo into her pussy instead. I insert one finger into her ass; with my free hand, I hold on to the device as both girls play with it. Susan is apparently not uncomfortable with what I'm doing, so I try inserting another finger. It works so far; Jennifer is already climaxing from the anal stimulation; she's also working herself with her own fingers up front. As Jennifer pauses to recover, an idea rolls into my head. I pull the dildo out of Susan's pussy and my fingers out of her ass. I move Susan out of bed for a moment, sitting myself on the edge, my hard cock sticking up.

"I'm going to try something, Susan; if you want me to stop, just say it."

Jennifer seems to understand my aim. She moves over to face me, kneeling down and sticking my cock in her mouth, sucking me hard. Susan embarks on top of me, facing away from me; I hold her up as Jennifer sucks me. Jennifer pulls away; I slide once into Susan's dripping pussy, then pull out; I sit her asshole on my shaft.

"Ooh..."
"Let yourself go down slowly. It won't hurt as much."

As I attempt to slide my shaft into Susan's ass, Jennifer retrieves the crystal dildo. She inserts it into Susan's pussy and starts sliding it in and out. Susan gently lowers onto me and, emulating Jennifer's motion, I start to fuck her. Susan is divided between the pleasure and the pain; I go slowly until the pleasure supercedes the pain and I can penetrate her a little more forcefully.

"Do you want me to come in your ass?"
"No... please..."

I'm glad I asked the question. I keep drilling her, providing her with as much pleasure as she desires. I feel my burst about to release; I pull out as gently as I can, given my level of excitement, and slide my cock into Susan's pussy as Jennifer removes the dildo; the change of environment slows my rate and it takes me a couple of additional thrusts to finally shoot my load; all the while, Jennifer is licking Susan's pussy and whatever sticks out of my cock. As I pull out of Susan, Jennifer grabs my cock into her mouth and sucks whatever juices are left from me and Susan.

What mostly happens, now that I'm older, is I find it becomes harder to become hard again after an orgasm. I know Jennifer wants to feel me into her; I know she wants me to shoot into her ass. I'm not entirely sure I can do it. Jennifer pushes a satisfied Susan away and starts sucking me hard; I don't go limp but I don't stay really hard. This demotivates Jennifer. I do have a trick or two up my sleeve.

"Susan, suck my dick now."

I pull Jennifer in and sit her on my face; I start eating her up as Susan swallows me. The technique does the trick, and I become hard again; Jennifer's wet juices, moreso that Susan's blowjob, are turning me on. I wait a moment, to make sure that it's not a partial reaction.

"Where do you want it, Jenn?"
"Fuck my ass, Pete... I want you."

I'm tempted to sit her on top of me, like I did with Susan, but I change my mind and land her on all fours.

"I'll fuck and come into your ass if you eat out Susan."

Jennifer immediately pulls Susan in, grabbing her by the thighs as she starts eating her up. I keep my word and slide my dick into Jennifer's ass; it it ready to receive me. I think of how many times I've wanted to have sex with her and it makes me want to take her even more. Susan is again waking up the gallery; Jennifer's round cheeks are bringing me to ecstasy again, so soon. It's been a long while since I've been in a threesome, and my previous one was with two boys.

I push harder and harder into Jennifer, as she collapses under my weight, no longer able to stimulate Susan. As I shoot into her ass, she finally screams her lungs out, blessed with the pain and pleasure. I see Susan's face and she is amazed at Jennifer's reaction. I don't pull out immediately, but Jennifer's ass muscles actually eject me fairly quickly; she is dripping with my semen.

Jennifer is barely moving in the bed. Susan lies down next to her, concerned, but Jennifer is simply spent from the effort. Two girls, two releases in less than one hour. This is definitely a night to remember, and the pictures will help with that. If I get to publish them, the better; if I can't, I'll just add them to my portfolio of pictures I can't print. They'll join those pictures of my sister in the shower I took when I was sixteen, and so many other pictures that can never see the light of day.

I'm far from perfect, but I know my own faults. No one should have to suffer because I have personal issues unresolved.

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The thing that's really bothering me now is not even the fact that I have to have sex with Sandy. She's not my type, but no girl ever really is. I'll fuck her anyway. What's really got me going is that Jimmy is going to have sex with Marlene and Claudia and not with me. We were supposed to hook up tonight; I've been sending him all the right signals and he's clearly not afraid of homosexual sex. So why isn't he acting like he wants me? Am I reading him wrong? That kiss he gave me earlier must have been more than just an act for the girls. It has to be!

Sandy brings me back to attention.

"Okay, boy, I won you fair and square, so you have to do my bidding."
"What do you want me to do, then?"
"I want you to eat me out."

I've done this in the past with Jennifer; she was the only one I felt comfortable doing it with, for some obscure reason. I lean into Sandy's sex and start licking. I'm no good at it; it's usually one of the girls giving me a blowjob. I think they do it because they have sympathy for my plight. Sandy doesn't seem to mind that I don't actually know what I'm doing; she's reacting the way she should.

My mind wanders to Jimmy; he's in the next room, while me and Sandy are still by the pool. I want to get closer to him. Maybe I can manipulate Sandy.

"This is no good, I say."
"What?"

She's leaning on her back against the ground. I have to lean in very far to actually be able to taste her.

"Come on."

I grab her hand and pull her up.

"Where are we going?"

I move inside the house; she is startled by the fact that I take her into the room where Jimmy is hanging out with Claudia and Marlene. Because that's all they seem to be doing, talking to each other. Sandy smiles shyly.

"Don't mind us."

I'm thinking maybe my plan is backfiring. After all, if Jimmy sees me eating Sandy out, and possibly fucking her, he might do the same to the girls, and I don't want him to do it. Sandy snaps me back to attention again.

"Ah I see."

She sits down on the couch, near the edge. I kneel before her; my mouth is at just the right level. I plunge my face into her sex and try not to think about Jimmy. But I hear his voice in the background; I hear kisses. I want to pull away and look but Sandy is keeping a hand on my head. I could resist her but she might make a scene. I decide my best option is to make her come as fast as possible so I can get to other things. I dive in and try to remember the tricks Jennifer tried to tell me. Whether I do them right or not, the trick works and Sandy's juices cover my face as she climaxes. I pull away when she is still in the throes of pleasure; the others are looking at us. Claudia speaks.

"Wow! Sandy, that sounded awesome."
"Oh yeah... for a gay guy, he knows his way around a pussy."

She has no idea I don't know what I'm doing. Claudia turns to Jimmy.

"Why don't you eat me out?"
"Sure... I can do..."

Jimmy's still inebriated. He usually tolerates alcohol better. I don't know what's got him so wasted.

Sandy leaves me alone for a moment to stare at what's going to happen. Claudia leans on her back and points to her sex; Jimmy moves in but Marlene moves away. I see Jimmy's tongue reach into Claudia's sex; oddly enough, it doesn't seem to be having much effect, and he's supposed to be better experienced in the field.

We hear screams of pleasure coming from upstairs, where Peter has taken Jennifer and Susan. Clearly, he's doing something right.

After a long moment, Claudia pulls Jimmy off of her.

"Why don't you just slide it in, then?"

Sandy turns my head to her.

"You do the same..."

I look at my limp manhood.

"I'll get you up and running."

Sandy gets on her knees and gets me to stand up, while she starts sucking me. My eyes are veered towards Jimmy, who crawls on his knees up to Claudia and tries to slide his member into her; it's half erect, and the only reason it enters is because she is extremely wet. His pumping action is slow, without force; Claudia is doing her best to enjoy this but clearly Jimmy is not making himself desired.

Sandy, on the other hand, seems to know how to perform a good blowjob. She has me up and about faster than I can imagine, then gets on all fours, exposing her behind to me.

"Just one thing. Don't come inside me."
"Want me to use a condom?"
"Sure."

I retrieve one that Peter left for us, slide it on. I tease Sandy for a short moment before sliding into her. She seems to appreciate. I'd prefer to do her in the ass but she probably wouldn't go for it. My head turns sideways as I slide in and out of Sandy; I stare at Jimmy's sex, entering Claudia limply. Claudia eventually pushes him out and seems disappointed.

"This sucks."

She gets up and leaves for the swimming pool, followed closely by Marlene, who has been simply watching everything the whole time. Jimmy looks up at me and smiles; I'm pumping into Sandy to fulfill my obligation, and although I derive some pleasure from it, it's not my best performance ever.

I see Jimmy get up from his post and walk up to me. He places his member at my mouth level; I start sucking on it because it's Jimmy, because I pity him and because I want to feel him against me any way I can. Sandy is lost in her own pleasure. Jimmy's shaft hardens in my mouth. He pulls it out and kneels behind me; he raises my ass and separates my butt cheeks. I'm tempted to ask what he's about to do but I don't want to disturb Sandy.

Jimmy starts rubbing his erect cock against my ass. At first, I think he's teasing with me. Suddenly, it slides right in, almost causing me to orgasm instantly. He starts matching my motions of penetration for Sandy, and fucks me at the same rhythm. I get really into it, and Sandy moans as Jimmy helps me increase my sway, back and forth. Jimmy's shaft in my ass feels so wonderful, and I forgive him for all he's put me through.

Unexpectedly, he shoots his load into my ass; this causes me to release and shoot mine into Sandy and the condom. Jimmy pulls out quickly, a smirk on his face, and I see he's still half drunk. He retreats across the room before Sandy recovers. She has no idea what just happened!

"Oh wow! That was amazing, Tom. I want more."
"Sorry, Sandy, that's all I got."
"Oh... it's okay. Thank you very much for the nice fuck."

She turns around and kisses me. I let her because I don't want to disappoint. I see her going to the bathroom and turn to Jimmy; he's already passed out on the floor. I get frustrated; this encounter proves nothing! For a long moment, I stare into the void. Why is it always so complicated with me?

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[A word of warning: the original version of this post was highly controversial, and according to my esteemed proofreader, quite a bit too much (and also inaccurate). This is the section that forced me to do the rewrite. I must admit that in most matters, she was right. I have therefore rewritten it - the ideas contained herein are essentially the same but the treatment is different, less offensive. I hope you enjoy it - and the twist it brings.]

It's noon now, and everyone is up and they've gathered their things. There's a lot of unease in the room, mostly from our guests from out of town. I haven't told anyone what Julie told me about their planned trip, even if I plan on telling Jim later on.

Julie takes me aside as soon as she gets up and tackles me into a corner.

"Hi!"
"Hello. Slept well?"
"Like an angel... a naughty angel."

She leans in and kisses me.

"I really had a lot of fun... I wouldn't mind doing it again."
"Vegas, you say?"
"For you, I'd come by any weekend."
"Julie, I have a steady boyfriend."
"So... you could have a steady girlfriend too. I don't mind screwing Jim, he's got a good dick."
"I already have a steady girlfriend, theoretically."
"Jennifer?"
"Yes."

Julie seems disappointed.

"Where do you dance?" I ask her.
"Mostly at the Red Galleon..."
"Never heard of it."
"Ever been to Vegas?"
"No. Never had any reason to go, until now."

She wraps her arms around me, still naked.

"How about a quickie before I go?"
"I'll have to take a raincheck on that... but Julie, I'll look you up. With or without Jim. If you're just looking to have fun, that is."
"You're all the fun I need."

With that, she walks away, leaving me to my own devices. If I hadn't just had sex with Jim, I would have jumped her again.

The girls leave a little after noon to get some food; there are clumsy goodbyes; Peter has apparently made some arrangement with the girls in regards to their pictures. I plant a wet one on Kamara; I know Julie is into me, but Kamara was my hot ride for the night. We trade cell numbers and e-mail. She is honest with me.

"I'm not really into girls but you're okay. It was a lot of fun. And I'm glad I got to fuck your boyfriend, he's good at this. Did you train him?"
"I did, actually."

We laugh about it and kiss again.

"Fuck you later!"

She leaves, taking my desires for her back to Vegas. The rest of us, Jennifer, Jim, Thomas and Jimmy join us for lunch. Peter prepares us something. Thomas barely says a word as Jimmy wolfs down the omelet and starts to head off.

"Where are you going?" Peter asks.
"Trainin'... got a big fight comin' up."

And with a wave he departs Peter's house. Thomas is clearly upset. We finally get to ask him what happened with Sandy. Thomas comes clean about everything. We listen with much sympathy. Thomas is practically crying even if tears fails to form.

"I thought I might finally get to the bottom of his feelings... I'm inside Sandy, doing my best to please her, and suddenly Jimmy comes up and I start sucking him... and then..."

Peter moves to Thomas' side and leans his head against his shoulder.

"That sucks. You love that boy?"
"I think I do."
"I had a guy like that once... Fred... he was the best. Well, almost."
"What did you do?"
"I went after him."
"Yeah, but he was gay, I imagine. Into you."
"Not at first into me. But we had sex, lots of sex, and eventually he got into me as much as I was into him. You had sex with Jimmy last night. That's a good sign."
"He was drunk."

Peter seems more sympathetic to Thomas' plight than we are; we decide to leave them together. Before we go, however, Jennifer needs to speak to Peter. She doesn't bother taking their conversation in the other room.

"So..."
"We had sex."
"We did... I wanted it so bad, Peter."
"I know. I wasn't made of stone either."
"What do we do with it?"
"Well... I see two options. One, we act like it never happened and keep working together."
"You could do that?"
"Maybe. Or two, we act like it happened and it was awesome, and we keep working together?"
"What?"

Jennifer is surprised.

"You said the rule was adamant."
"It was. But Jennifer, every rule can be broken or bent. We both needed it last night, and I wasn't about to have sex with Susan in front of you. I know how much we've been dancing about each other... I told you about my past."
"You did."
"I used to fuck around with every model I met. That got me into more trouble than I want to remember. I won't go back there... but we can call this night temporary insanity."
"So we can't do it again?"
"Not if we keep working together. And don't fall in love with me... I have sex with everyone but I only fall in love with other men. That's the way it is."

Jennifer hugs Peter.

"No sex then. Until I stop working for you."
"Deal."
"Then, we'll have another orgy to celebrate my retirement when I do."

We depart, leaving Thomas in Peter's capable hands.

When we get to Jennifer's car, it's her turn to tell us her tale of sex with Peter and Susan. We listen to every torrid detail. It gets me all excited again.

Jennifer then switches topics and turns to Jim. He nods in agreement before speaking.

"Jennifer and I had sex."
"I knew it."
"You did?"
"Don't take it bad, but the way she sucked you... thursday night? It was obvious something had happened."
"And?"
"I'm not mad, if that's what you're asking. Was it good?"

Jim hesitates.

"Yeah. It was... liberating."
"I liked it, but it probably wasn't Jim's best performance."

I punch Jennifer's shoulder.

"Don't say that. You'll bruise his ego."
"Maybe I just want to get him to do it again?"

We joke around the car a moment more; my cellphone rings. I answer. Brad'S voice is over the speaker.

"Hi Brad. What...?"
"Sarah, oh God! Please come over now."
"What? What's wrong?"
"It's Brigitte, she's... going to kill herself!"

For a moment I panic; my instincts take over.

"Jennifer, get us to Brigitte's house."
"But I don't know where...?"
"Jim, copilot."

Jim moves to the front seat as I move to the backseat through the interior of the car.

"Brad, what's going on?"
"Brigitte, she just snapped!"
"What happened? What were you doing?"
"I was preparing pancakes when she suddenly came into the room, looked at me funny and started calling me names."
"Okay..."
"Then she threw a chair across the room and headed for the bathroom. She screamed: 'You don't love me!' And now she's locked herself inside."
"Have you called the police?"
"No I... she said to call you."

Damn! I knew my intervention could come back to bite me in the ass. I had a premonition, but with all that had been going right, I had completely discarded it.

"Get her to talk to you, we'll be there soon."

Jennifer steps on it, trying to maintain the speed limit; Jim navigates us towards the house. I keep listening to Brad.

"Tell her we're on our way, tell her I'm coming to talk to her."
"She's quiet..."
"Brad, tell her I'll have sex with her, no conditions. Tell her that."

I hear him delivering my message. There's probably some kind of answer. Brad returns on the line.

"She said you better hurry or you won't get the chance."

Jennifer talks to me while driving.

"What's going in? Have sex with who?"
"Brigitte... She's..."

I don't finish my sentence.

"Jennifer, I want you to stay outside when we get there."
"What?"
"Please, Jenn, trust me on this."

There's something in Jennifer's past which an event like this could stir up. Despite her current joyous mood, she could still get hurt. I don't want that.

It takes us around twenty minutes. We exit the car; Jim races forward while I talk to Jennifer.

"There's something wrong with Brigitte. I don't want you to get involved."
"I want to help."
"Jenn, trust me, you can't."

I kiss her and head inside. I hope she takes my cue and stays outside.

Brad is in shambles; Jim is helping him remain up.

"Brigitte! I'm here!"
"Come in bitch!"
"The door is locked."

We hear the lock opening. Jim looks at me and whispers.

"Are you sure you want to go in there alone?"
"No. But I know what's going on."
"What?"

I prefer not to answer at the moment. I open the door and enter, then close the door behind me. I remember this bathroom; it's where Brigitte licked me up while I peed on her. I stare across the room; she is naked, half sitting on the toilet bowl; she has a short surgical knife in her hands and is staring at it intently.

"Brigitte..."
"My bitch is here. On your knees!"

I get on my knees.

"Brigitte, I'm here, let's talk."
"No. No talking. You're a bitch. Bark."

I bark at her. This is her way of getting back at me for the humiliation I put her through, mind you, not the one where she played the dog, but the one where I confronted her.

"Where are your pills, Brigitte?"

I look around the room, but on all fours, it's hard to see very high. There's an open medicine cabinet.

"Did you take your pills this week?"
"I don't need them anymore. I'm cured."

She is delusional. There were hints in her character, the mood swings, the hints of violence, the submissiveness and the agressivity. Jennifer and me had a friend like that in high school a few years back. He went undiagnosed for too long. He killed himself by jumping off the school roof. Jennifer had been eyeing him for months. She took it hard, almost stopped eating and bathing. I had to pick her up and build her back up.

"Brigitte, you know you're supposed to take your pills everyday."
"Don't need them. I have my bitch. Strip down, bitch!"

I hate that word so much, even if Brigitte actually thinks of its real meaning when she says it. Nevertheless, I execute my orders. I play into her fantasy for the time being; this will allow me to get close to her and possibly have her drop the scalpel. I'm naked now, on all fours, in her bathroom. This has to be as far as it goes.

"Does my bitch want something to drink?"

I immediately understand what she's driving at. I am tempted to keep playing into her fantasy; in an odd, perverse way, I do want this as well. But not under these circumstances. If I am to play with Brigitte, it has to be when she's better, when she's in control.

I do advance on all fours towards her, but I fall on my behind when I get near her and look up.

"Brigitte?"
"You're a bitch I said! Bark!"
"Brigitte."

I stare intently at her. Her misplaced anger is unfocused, because it is due to an imbalance in her system and not to any rationale. She is still playing in her mind and can't see I don't want to play. I remain as calm as I can - I try to avert my gaze from the blade, so she doesn't focus on it. She stares back.

"Brigitte."
"What?"
"Sit with me. Please."

For a long moment, there is hesitation in her voice.

"I'm here now, we're together. I apologize for what I said the other day."

She can't think of anything to say. My calm attitude is working. If she wants to play, she'll have to play by my rules. She finally drops to the floor, in front of me. Her hands wave around the blade almost without her knowledge. I smile at her, remaining as calm as possible, even if my heart is racing.

"You don't want to hurt yourself or me."

I see the resolve in her gaze starting to break.

"What do you want from me, Brigitte? What can I do for you?"

She is hesitant. By playing into her fantasy, she allowed me to get close. Now I have to reach to the more rational part of herself, the one that's being overwhelmed by a rush of unregulated hormones. Or maybe I can reach her sense of humanity.

"What do you want from me?"

She finally leans in and kisses me. I give her back the kiss. She is forceful but I try to repay her in tenderness. Our lips locked together, I place my hands on the sides of her face, then slide them along her shoulders, sliding them along her arms. I finally reach her wrists and gently massage them. The blade drops to the ground.

As I back away from the kiss, she starts to shiver and shake, and I see tears forming in her eyes. How unbalanced is she? Only her doctor can truly tell us, whatever her specific mental condition is.

I kiss her gently again, leaving a hand on her cheek as I call out to Jim. He opens the door and enters. He sees us both naked.

"Are you all right? Did she hurt you?"
"No. She only hurt herself."
"Does she need medical assistance?"
"No. I don't think so. But we need to get in touch with her doctor. Brad?"

Brad enters the room but stays near the door. He doesn't understand what's going on.

"Brad, did you know Brigitte had a mental illness?"
"What? No!"
"She does. Bipolar, maybe schizophrenic. I don't know. Can you contact her doctor?"

Brad is shocked beyond belief. He collapses against the door frame. Jim checks the cabinet and finds several bottles for prescription drugs. I huddle against Brigitte. I've dealt with mental illness in the past, and not just the incident with Jennifer. Luckily, I was able to defuse this situation before it got out of hand. With the right medicine, mental illness can be managed.

I just hope she'll be all right, for both her sake as much as for Brad. He's invested a lot in this girl. I truly hope, for both their sakes, that they make it through this.

Why is it that, whenever we reach a new high, something else comes along to bring us down? I'll have to talk to someone high above about this. Once in a while, I'd like an happy ending to remain happy.

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We get off the airplane into the airport terminal and wait for our luggage. The trip from San Francisco to Florida was not that long; that is, we kept ourselves occupied. It was a night trip, so the stewardess handed us pillows and blankets. I was leaning against the window, looking out, when I felt Claire's wandering hands reach under my skirt and play with me. With all the passengers around, it was very hard not to moan but I managed it; with the blankets covering us, I pretended to be asleep as she played with me until I climaxed. A great start to a potentially wonderful vacation.

Claire and I are going down there to see her mother; she moved from California to Florida about a year ago. I actually managed to get a week off from work for Spring Break, and given that our classes are postponed for the week and her mother is paying for everything, how could we refuse? We learned at the last moment that Sarah and Thomas were planning something for Spring Break, but we'd had the trip planned since after the holidays.

Our luggage finally comes about and we head out to call a taxi. I was planning on getting back at Claire in the taxi, but the smell of the backseat was enough to turn every one of my senses off.

We get to the hotel; it's part of the arrangement that we will sleep the first night in a hotel. Claire's mother is open about our relationship (we have been together since our next to last year of high school, three years now) but Claire's father, who is going to be there despite the fact that her parents are divorced, just keeps making cracks about his daughter's sexuality. A few years back, we were making out naked in her bed and he actually walked in, pretending like nothing was going on, when really he just wanted a show. I don't mind an audience if they're invited, and he clearly wasn't.

The moment we are in our room, I drag Claire onto the bed and strip her, then start eating her out. I strip myself; she pulls me in and we put our sexes together and start rubbing. She provides me with many orgasms; I just hope I do the same. We lie on our backs afterwards, exhausted but content.

"Promise me one thing, Cassie."
"Anything?"
"Promise me you'll always be with me."

This is sudden, so I roll on my side and look at my life partner.

"Of course I will. I love you. You're the only one for me."

She turns on her side to face me as well. I see tears are almost forming in her eyes. Where is this emotion coming from? I lean in and kiss her gently.

"What's going on, Claire? How can I help?"
"Why won't they let us get married?"

I recall the election, last November, and how California voted to rescind the authorizations on gay mariage. This hit Claire much harder than it hit me. With her parents having just divorced, it was hard to swallow.

"I don't know, honey."

We'd talked about mariage when the law allowing it had been had been in effect. Now, we had steered clear of the subject since the election.

"Do you want to get married? We can go somewhere they allow it..."
"It wouldn't be the same. We'd have to drag all our friends and..."

She pauses then quickly gets up and heads for the suitcases. She flips open hers and starts looking inside.

"Need any help?"
"No... Stay there."

She pulls out a small rectangular box and brings it over to the bed, handing it to me. It's too big to be a ring - I was expecting her to propose, given the topic of conversation. I flip open the small box; it contains a beautiful silver necklace, with a small picture frame in the middle. I open the locket, it has both our pictures. My eyes get all teary too and I hug her tight and kiss her before putting it on.

"You got that for me?"
"I did. Oh... I love you so much, Cassie. I wish we could marry."

We start making out again, and one thing leads to another; pretty soon, we're in a 69 position, sliding our fingers into each other, giving ourselves as much love and pleasure as we can; I'm on top so the necklace is dangling between us, connecting us somehow.

After our lovemaking is over, we fall asleep on the bed. I'm the first to wake up. I lay the covers on top of her and examine the pendant. It's custom made. I start to cry; I want to spend the rest of eternity with her too, but those pricks don't want us to officialize it, because they're scared our love will transcend theirs. What kind of example does it give the children? I say it shows them that love is still possible, no matter what shit the world throws at us.

I look outside the window. It's a beautiful day but I don't want to go anywhere. I want to remain in this room with my lover until the end of time. Claire eventually wakes and joins me in contemplation, resting her body against mine.

"How about New Mexico?" I ask.
"What?"
"New Mexico recognizes same-sex marriages."
"It won't practice them though. Only Massachusetts or Connecticut, way up North."

I lower my head, disappointed, but Claire turns me around to face her.

"I love you Cassie, and I want to get married. Somehow, some way."

I wrap my arms around her; our chests are pressed together. I love the feeling of her breasts against mine.

"We'll find a way."

We kiss. I feel a rush coming over me and push Claire back onto the bed. We make love again, eating each other out in turn, then playing with ourselves while watching the other do the same. This third time does the trick and we finally get to bed for the night, huddling naked under the covers.

If the first day is an echo of the rest of the week, we'll be leaving Florida utterly spent and extremely satisfied.

We get to her mother's house the next day.

Hanging out with Claire's mother is not the most fun activity at the top of my list, but I guess it makes Claire happy so I oblige her and play the good girl. Her name is Meredith and she is absolutely thrilled that her daughter found someone better than her deadbeat husband. I don't have much love for the man, for more than the reason I previously mentioned, but I know it hurts Claire to hear her mother talk so badly about her father, even if he is a pig.

We finally manage to get some alone time together while her mother is away with her friends at her book club. We were of course invited but somehow ended up not going - I wonder why. Due to the divorce, Meredith got a large settlement from her husband. She owns her own house now in southern Florida, something intimate. I fancy the back pool.

I'm swimming naked when Claire brings drinks over.

"That wasn't so bad, now?"
"No, your mom is cool."
"She likes you."
"Everybody in your family likes me."

Claire is an only child. Her mother was at first shocked when Claire brought me home for the first time, but she endeared herself to me on my second visit, when I brought her flowers. She was inquisitive about how we went about 'things' as she said, since obviously none of us had the 'male appendage', but I laughed and told her we managed. I'm thinking it was Claire's coming out that decided her to divorce her husband. She had been a housewife all her life and was tired of it. Now she goes clubbing with people her age, and she told us earlier that she's met this nice man who's really into sailing, and they might take a trip together.

Her father, however, was utterly ecstatic when I first met him. That should have been my cue but I was dumber when I was young. He seemed all kind and attentive; I often slept over at Claire's house because my own family sucked and didn't approve of my choices.

It took us about three months to discover the hidden cameras in the bathroom and in Claire's room. Needless to say, Claire threw a fit; her mother managed to calm her down. She didn't want the police involved so they settled things in-house. There came talk of divorce; the husband complied because he didn't want to go to jail, which is why Claire's mother got so much out of the settlement. It took us a while to be able to have sex in Claire's room; even now, whenever her father is around, I freeze up and my horniness drops to nothing. He was there this morning but he's left. I even had Claire check for cameras before going into the pool.

Claire is currently wearing a two-piece red and white bikini which I purchased for her before leaving. She tried it on at the store and put on a show when we got home. I swim to the edge; she kneels and hands me my lemonade. I take a sip then set the glass aside. Claire sits on the edge, her feet in the water. I kiss the inside of her thighs.

"Take it all off and come in. The water's great."
"You just want to get me naked so you can fuck me again."
"That's part of it."

I rub her gently through the cloth to stimulate her, but she pulls away. She's definitely not in the mood.

"What's up?"

She looks sad.

"Did I do something wrong?"
"You? Oh no! Cassie, you're perfect."

She jumps in the water and joins me, wrapping her arms around my neck. The feel of her skin against mine is amazing. I pull her into the deeper portion of the water.

"All right... what is it? Is it about your father? Mother?"
"It's about this world..."

That again. She hit me with her questions yesterday in our hotel room; today she keeps at it.

"There's so much injustice in the world..."

This is not about injustice or marriage. This is about something else entirely. She may not even know it. I'll have to work it out of her.

Every so often, my confident and strong Claire gets preoccupied about the fate of the universe. It usually starts small but it gets bigger. I normally defuse these moments by having sweet and slow sex with her, making her feel special and relaxed. But we had sex three times yesterday, and she's clearly non-responsive at the moment. I won't be able to lay her down until I lay her fears to rest.

"Tell me about it."

She'll go on about some such thing, and then move on to the next, until we eliminate every background noise in her mind and come up to the surface. I let her talk about the recent election (it's already been three months now), how it changed everything and the new direction the country is in; we talk about how schools are changing and how the new government policies will hopefully make things better; we talk about intolerance over ethnicity and sexual orientation; she even gets to talk about the treatment of chickens bred in captivity, which is a new one. I make myself as sympathetic as I can but I'm not in the same mood as she is. Still, I listen, I chat back, I comment, I offer some insight.

Ultimately, we talk family, which I knew we would get to. She's talking about her perverted father, how she still cares for him despite his transgressions, how she wishes her mother would forgive him. I'm with her mother on that one; I'll never forgive the bastard for invading our privacy. But Claire idolized her parents her entire life; when they broke up, she took it so hard we almost broke up. I had to use a lot of patience to listen to her cries and to soothe her when she went to bed. That's when I knew I truly loved her, no matter what.

"I love my mom, really, I do..."
"But?..."
"Why did she have to pick him clean? I mean, dad practically lives on the street!"
"That's not true."
"He has that tiny apartment, and the bare necessities."
"I think he got off easy, considering he could be in jail."

I immediately regret my words. Claire pulls away.

"I'm sorry."

I just loathe the man so much; it's hard to contain it.

"He hurt you, didn't he?"
"He did. But I have no right to hurt you in return."

I swim to her; I embrace her from behind.

"I understand he's your father, but what he did is inexcusable, in my book. In his life, he did one perfect thing... that's you. I don't know about the rest."
"He wasn't like that when I was younger. When I hit puberty, he started to look at me funny, treated me differently. I always resented it."
"He was trying to protect you, maybe?"
"Maybe..."

I know he never touched her; he was at least decent enough to keep his spying discreet and not try to take advantage of it more than he did. Claire blossomed early; she was the first to get breasts in her class. All the guys were after her but she never returned their affection.

"My dad... he's a bad man."
"He did bad things. Why are talking about him?"
"Am I bad? Am I like him?"

I'm surprised. The thought that Claire harbored such feelings had never crossed my mind.

"I'm dirty..."
"No you're not. What makes you say that?"

She tries to swim away but I don't let her, holding her tight against me. I manage to turn her around and face her.

"I'm... I don't know. It's just, sometimes, I think of what he did, and I think of what we do, and..."

I kiss her gently.

"You and me?"
"No... With our friends. Cass, do you realize that since we've been together, I've had sex with Jennifer, Sarah, Bonnie...
"Bonnie wasn't sex and neither were Thomas or Barrie."
"There was that girl in Acapulco last year."
"Well, if you're bad, then I'm bad too."

Her comments are getting under my skin. It may be true that by so-called traditional standards our couple is not as tightly knit as it could be. But we're happy with it. Or is she unhappy?

"Do you want us to be exclusive from now on? Cause I can be. Just say the word."
"I'm just wondering if I'm like this because of my father."
"No you're not."

I make my tone as clear and direct as possible.

"Your dad's problems have nothing to do with your own. You are your own person. If anything, you're more like your mother."

I don't know if that's the right thing to say. Claire smiles so hopefully it wasn't the bad thing.

"I love you."
"I love you too, Claire, so much. If I could marry you, I would. If they'd let me... I don't want to have to move to Boston to do it, though."
"I'd marry you in a heartbeat..."

For a moment, we stare into each other's eyes.

"Let's do it."
"What? Get married? We can't, it's not legal."
"Who cares?"

I lift her up in the water.

"We don't have to do it legally. We just go somewhere, get someone to do it."
"Who?"
"I don't know... Elvis impersonator?"

Claire laughs hysterically.

"We're not in Vegas!"
"How about Disneyworld?"
"You want to get married at Disneyworld?"
"We can get Daffy Duck to marry us."
"It's Donald, and I don't think he's an ordained minister."
"Who cares?"

For a moment, there is silence. Claire smiles.

"All right. Let's do it. Tomorrow. We go to Disneyworld and get married... Do you think they'll do it, though? I mean, we are... lesbians."
"If they don't, they'll regret they didn't."
"How will we pay for it? Tickets are expensive.
"We were planning on going to that VIP club? We'll use that money."
"I bet I can get my mom to rent us another hotel room for the honeymoon."

We kiss. That's always the fun part. We frolic in the water, I undress Claire and we splash about. I'm all smiles, but inside me, there are still questions. Since when does Claire wonder about resembling her father? More importantly, how does it affect our relationship? I may have defused a bomb here, but the explosive is still inside. I need to remove it before it blows.
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Picking off a new storyline here, with Cassie and Claire; this is just the introduction of their own little adventures.

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We skip back once more, this time looking into the vacation taken by Bonnie and Barry during Spring Break - parts 22 to 24.

And to answer jlstockton (who did the proofreading for parts 22 to 24, much appreciated), Claire and Cassie did not actually get married at Disneyland (since they couldn't) but they sure had fun pretending to do so. I leave the details to your imagination.

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Sometimes, even Barry finds me strange. I can be pretty eccentric at times. I'm usually very cozy and reserved (except maybe when I'm with my friends), but once in a while, I get a surge of daring and end up doing crazy stunts. I might get hurt if Barry wasn't there to keep me afloat.

We met in the next to last year in high school; I had just moved in from the midwest, starting out in a new environment and new school. I wanted to make friends so I entered a gymnastics tournament. That's where I met Jennifer and Sarah. We hit it off right away. When they invited me over to play their games, I had a rough idea of what they did, but to participate was something else altogether. Luckily, I wasn't a complete virgin in these matters. I'd never had sex with a boy but I'd had a best friend I had left behind; I had given my first blow job and also licked my first pussy in the past year, on two different occasions.

Still, getting to know these girls so intimately so quickly was quite the rush, and it broadened my horizons in ways I had never imagined possible. Within a month, I had sex with each of them, and a few others not worth mentioning at this time. But I'd never been intimate with a boy. It was okay to have fun with girls; I wanted my first time with a boy to be special and mean something more.

I got my wish about a month later, when Barry got invited to be our slave. He did his job so well I instantly fell in love with him. But there was a problem: he was infatuated with Sarah. It was so obvious. I had to make myself more important to him; I did the only thing I could think of at the same time. I gave him a blowjob and let him come into my mouth. Not my best idea ever but it did work. We hung out during the days and on the weekends, he was our slave. We were kind.

One night in late November of that year, we took turns controlling him. When it got to my turn, I told him to fuck me. He was only too happy to oblige - after all we had been torturing him for over a month, granting him only occasional release. I told him, however, that he could only do so if he agreed to go steady with me afterwards. It was a gamble. We had sex in front of the other girls. It was the best sex I'd ever had.

We started dating from then and never left each other's side. I've never been with another man. The farthest I've ever gone was giving a blowjob to Thomas and a tittyfuck to Brad, and Jim more recently. I've had full blown intercourse with the other girls, but always with Barry's presence, and clearly not as often as I could have.

From my first sexual experience with Barry, I discovered two things about my sexuality. One, I'm not bisexual, I just like having sex; two, I can only be with one man. I know of only one time when I wanted to break my vows, a few months ago. There was something new and fresh to Jim, and I did want him inside me. I talked to Barry about it, asking him what we could do. He told me he's support me if I chose to do it, but he preferred I didn't. That's when we decided for the tittyfucking, which we planned in advance. Poor Jim never had a chance.

I must admit I still yearn for Jim's cock once in a while; when I do, I reach for Barry's, much closer and much more familiar.

Now, every year, Barry and I take a trip. This year, it coincided with spring break, which was sad because we learned at the last minute that Sarah was planning something. Our tickets were purchased so we declined and headed for our unspecified destination. The reason we selected it was because there were possibilities there we could have nowhere else. It was my eccentric idea, from a conversation with his cousin, but Barry didn't take that much arguing to convince. We'd done crazy things before.

The plane lands in the water; from the window, we see the blue sea, then the paradise island where we will be spending the next four days. Over to the other side, the cruise ship has set anchor and awaits its passengers. We're scheduled to board on day three; considering that a single day costs over a thousand dollars a head, it's all we could afford, despite Barry's salary. We know we're fortunate.

As we exit the small plane and step onto the dock, topless native girls come over to greet us, while tanned shirtless native men come and pick up our luggage and carry it to the jeeps. There are three couples getting off the plane and one solitary gentleman. We all climb aboard the vehicles, run-down jeeps, that take us to our hotel. I use the term loosely because it has no electricity. There's running water but no heat. We don't mind - on the other side of the island, there's a larger resort but that's not what we're looking for.

Along the way, we pass by many natives, all of them topless. We spot the nude beach where we will probably be spending most of the time. The jeeps stop and the staff picks up our luggage and readies our rooms. A young couple whom we just met on the plane, Kim and Brian, come over to us. Brian is a computer programmer while Kim is a bank manager. They are in their early thirties, well off and here to take a well-deserved vacation. They're swingers and offered to trade on the plane; we declined for the moment but thanked them nonetheless. I inquired if Kim would mind spending some time with me instead of Barry. We set a date on the beach later in the afternoon.

As soon as we are settled in our rooms, I strip naked. Barry joins me. I turn to him and smile. He gets serious.

"Ever thought about swinging?"

I have to consider my answer.

"Yes, I have, but I can't imagine anyone else but you making love to me. Have you?"
"Sometimes, to be honest."

I stare at him.

"Do you want to have sex with Kim?"
"The thought has crossed my mind. We're going to find a lot of swingers on the island; either we consider it or we don't but we should decide from the onset."

For a moment, I don't know what to say.

"Barry, I... I suppose there would be no harm in that."
"Are you sure?"
"I mean, if I'm allowed to do Kim, why shouldn't you be?"
"But what about the husband, Brian?"
"I can't... but maybe I can give him a handjob or tittyfuck."
"He may want more..."
"I'd go as far as a blowjob, but that's it."

The reason why Barry and I work so well is because we have learned to communicate our needs and desires. The balcony to our room is actually at the ground floor; we exit through there and head for the beach, where we catch up with our new friends. We exchange greetings; Kim takes me away to let the boys chat while we go lie down to soak in some sun. I apply sunscreen on her then she does the same to me.

"I like your husband. He's very athletic."

I don't bother correcting Kim about Barry being my husband. It's better if I say he is here anyway, and I know he won't mind. I answer her comment.

"He works in a shop, moving stuff around. Keeps him in shape. Trains a lot. Yours is more the brain muscle type, I gather."
"He is, but he earns a lot of money. Shame you don't mix."
"Well, we talked about it, and we might be able to accomodate you."

Kim seems eager to hear more. She is roughly my height, with a petite body; she has breast implants. Her hair is cut short, dark black.

"There are conditions."
"I'm listening..."
"First of all, as I said on the plane, I like girls too."
"I can live with that."
"Have you ever been with a girl?"
"No, but I have seen it many times."
"There's also... to be blunt, I won't fuck Brian."
"Oh?"
"I'll do a lot, but he doesn't go in my special place."

She laughs at my euphemism.

"I'll talk to him about it, but I'm sure we can arrange something."

We soak in the sun; the boys come to join us and we chat about the weather and other nonsensical topics. The afternoon rolls by uneventfully; we get dressed to go to dinner together, eating seafood off the beach; once it is over, we talk for a while, then they invite us over to their own room. We join them and once inside, Brian takes charge.

"All right... Kim made me aware of your restrictions Bonnie, and I can live with them; we'll work around them."
"Great."
"So... how do you want to start?"

I get up, take Kim's hand and drag her towards the bed; I caress her hair as she caresses mine; I plant my lips gently on hers. They taste like flowers. We roll onto the bed and start to make out; I expose her ample cleavage and start to suck on her breasts. From the corner of my eye, I see the men starting to undress. I expose my own breasts and let Kim work on them for a moment. The guys come to stand beside the bed; I bring Kim forward. She heads for Brian while I go for my Barry; we both swallow our partners and start sucking on them; I lift up my skirt and play with my pussy as I do so.

Barry and Brian are really into this. I get a gaze from Kim and follow her lead; we switch partners. I put Brian's cock in my mouth and suck on it hard. It feels strange, unfamiliar yet exciting. I stimulate him to the point of completion.

"No... not yet."

I stop. I see Kim is going at it slower with Barry. Barry, realizing I've stopped, pushes Kim away on her back; like me, she's not wearing any underwear. I move into the same position as Kim; Barry goes down on her while Brian does the same to me. I've been eaten many times by people other than Barry before but never by a man. The boys look at each other, as if they were challenging themselves. They work us hard; Kim climaxes before me, which theoretically makes Barry the victor. The boys switch places; Barry positions himself so he can enter me from above; Brian does the same to Kim.

Barry's hard shaft is penetrating deep into me; I have a vocal orgasm but Barry continues to ride me. I look beside me at Kim's face, contorted in pleasure and ecstasy as Brian shoves himself repeatedly into her. Why am I denying myself this pleasure again?

Before he releases, Barry pulls out of me and looks into my eyes. He's asking for my permission; I realize I'm asking him back. Unfortunately, before I can even get his approval, we hear Brian coming into his wife's insides. I get a little frustrated but mostly I'm relieved. I give Barry the go-ahead; as Brian pulls away, Barry turns Kim on all-fours on the bed. I move to place my pussy under her head so she can lick me. Barry slides his shaft into her under the watchful gaze of Brian, who seems to be enjoying this thorougly. Kim may not be very good at eating me, but the rest of the situation is sufficient to keep me stimulated, especially when Brian climbs on top of me, planting his half-erect shaft in front of my mouth. I swallow him and start to suck. I can't see Barry anymore, but I can feel the thrusts he pushes into Kim every time she pauses on me.

It takes some time but Kim finally manages to provide me with a full-blown orgasm when she starts using her fingers. Brian is hard in my mouth again and, for a moment, I'm tempted to direct him lower. I keep my mouth on his shaft. I hear Barry's moans as he comes into Kim's pussy; I suck harder on Brian, but it still takes him another full minute to be on the verge; I place his shaft between my breasts and pump him dry, forcing him to blow his load across my neck and chest. We all move away from each other and collapse from the pleasure and exhaustion.

This is why we wanted to come to this place. All bets are off while we're here. There are no rules to break, no taboos, just anything your mind can desire. We've already had sex with almost complete strangers and it's only day one. We still have two more days and nights. And then, there's the cruise ship.

After thanking each other for the affair, Barry and I return to our cabin. We chat for a moment, making sure we are both okay with what has transpired.

"For a moment, I did want Brian to take me."
"Why didn't you ask him?"
"It didn't feel right. How was Kim?"
"So tight... she was unbelievable."
"Do you want to fuck her again?"
"Maybe. But I think our friends got what they wanted; they're probably going to find some other prey now."
"Yeah. I gathered that much. It's okay."
"I love you, Bonnie."
"And I you, Barry."

As I close my eyes that night, I am carried away into the land of dreams by the sweet voice of the rolling sea.

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Here is day 2 of Barry and Bonnie's special trip. I decided I'd post the storyline in one swoop, since no one comments anyway, I don't need to wait for anything.

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I wake up with the sun and Barry beside me. So long as I have him I can handle anything.

We are on vacation at this private island getaway. As I lie on my back, I reflect on last night's adventure with Kim and Brian. I don't regret not having Brian take me in a more traditional sense. I feel, however, that I did not get full satisfaction last night, whereas Barry obviously did. He's still sleeping soundly.

I get up and walk towards the door that opens onto the island at ground level. Our balcony is actually more of a fenced terrace. I step out, naked, and let the warm rays of morning bring me their energies. For a moment, my head turns towards Kim and Brian's room; part of me would like to go check in on them, but that would be too awkward. One reason why trips like these work is that there is almost no emotional attachment with the people you meet. It's when you get involved that things go wrong. Better to keep things separate; we'll probably never see them again once we leave the island.

I see a lifeguard walking along the beach, looking in my direction. I wave to him and he waves back. The natives here have adapted to our incursions with much ease. We provide them with luxuries and technology; they provide us with pleasure in return. I have not seen one old or infirm person; either they don't have any or they keep them out of sight. All the men and women are beautiful; I'm thinking some of them might be underage according to our standards, but then different laws apply here. I'm barely nineteen, so there are still some places in the world where I'm a minor.

I leave the security of the terrace for a walk along the promenade. Nudity is tolerated here. There are only two places where you can't be nude on the island: in the restaurant and near the docks. It's very early by the visitors' standards but the natives are already hard at work. I get a few looks, of course, as I strut along.

I reach a small esplanade where workers are preparing seafood for the day. A young boy, barely ten, walks up to me and asks me in rough english if I need assistance. I smile at him and tell him no. Nudity is not a concern here. The women are mostly topless; they cover themselves more for practical reasons such as working instead of social necessity. The men do the same.

An older boy, maybe sixteen at the most, leaves his post at the nets and walks over to me. I can see the bulge in his pants; his colleagues seem to be laughing at his plight. He walks up to me.

"Hello, madam."

His accent is endearing.

"You are lovely."
"Thank you."

He sees naked women all the time, but he's still at an age where he's impressoniable. I've been told that the palor of our skin is shocking to them. I find theirs exotic. He lowers his head to the floor.

"Yes?"

I lift his chin. He stares at my breasts. An older man calls out his name and he rushes back to the nets. The man laughs as he waves at me. The boy should be busy working, not flirting with naked women. I'm distracting them.

I leave the esplanade; I'd like to give a gift to that boy if I get the chance. Still, I know very little about their customs so I don't know what would be appropriate.

When I get back to our room, Barry is still sleeping; the covers are off and he's lying on his back. He's mumbling something in his sleep, and I see his manhood half-erect. It gets me thinking about last night and how he didn't come into me.

I climb onto the bed and start licking his chest, down to his shaft, which is getting harder. I swallow it and start to suck on it, rolling my tongue on it, playing gently with his balls. He squirms a little as he moans; the stimulation is waking him up.

"Bonnie?..."

I move back, place a finger on his lips, motioning him to be quiet, then I kiss him. I go back on his shaft and move my sex so it's in face. He immediately, despite his half-awake state, starts licking me up. I think of the young boy I just met and get all horny.

I don't let him go for long; I move my sex down to his shaft and, facing away from him, I slide him into me. His hands reach for my loins. I start sliding up and down on him; he is always so hard in the morning before he's had a chance to pee. I work him good, giving myself as much pleasure as I can; he is quiet, despite a few moans, as I ride him into pleasure, his and mine. I feel the orgasm coming as he shoots his load into me; he's not getting away with it so easily. I work him harder before he goes limp, and finally manage to achieve the orgasm I was desperately seeking. I fall on my back, on top of him. His hands reach around and grab my breasts, as his shaft automatically slides out of me, having done its job.

"Good morning, lover."
"Good morning to you too... how long has it been since you didn't wake me up like that?"
"Too long."

We lie there for a moment, until he speaks.

"I really need to pee."
"Go ahead."

I get off of him and let him go to the bathroom. When he returns, he lies beside me in bed. We kiss and make out for a moment. He rests his head on my chest.

"What do you want to do today?"
"Well, I already did you. I took a walk while you were sleeping."
"And?"
"Met this cute young boy, native... acted like he'd never seen a naked woman before."
"And we both know that's not true here."
"I wanted to give him something but he was busy."

Barry lifts his head to look at my face.

"You wanted to give him something?"
"A little head, maybe..."
"Honey, no sex in public, that's the only rule here!"
"I know... I would have taken him aside."

We both laugh about it.

"Would you mind?"
"Mind what?"
"If I gave head to someone, anyone?"
"No. Why?"
"I don't know. Just asking."
"You gave head to Brian yesterday, I didn't mind."
"You were with Kim."
"So, you're asking, if I wasn't with someone, if I wasn't there?"
"Something like that."

Barry takes a moment to ponder my question.

"Not here. The island is for that type of thing."
"What about back home?"

Barry looks at me funny.

"What happens here stays here, Bonnie, you know that. That's why we came, so we could experiment, have fun, and then get back to our lives."
"But would it be so different?"
"I don't get where you're going with this, but probably not. It's just that here, in this place..."
"I get it."
"Good. Because I don't."

I hug him tight. I'm not entirely sure what my question was about.

We get dressed to have breakfast; we actually hook up with Brian and Kim, but we are also joined by the other couple that was on the plane. Jeffrey and Maggie are both real estate agents who service higher paying clients; they sell manors and domains instead of houses. The recent financial crisis has hurt them somewhat, but they're still able to afford trips such as these. They are older than the rest of us, in their early forties. Jeffrey is completely bald. Staring at his head is putting all sorts of images in my mind. Besides that, he's not much to look at. His wife, however, is a piece of work. I can detect the plastic surgery all over her. It makes for a killer body and even deadlier smile, but I can't help but wonder what impact all those alterations will have on her in the long run.

Jeffrey, Brian and Barry are talking business and money; I'm chatting it up with Kim and Maggie, who is apparently also into dog breeding.

"I'm waiting for my next litter now. There should be enough for all my clients, I hope."

She shows us pictures of her dogs. Most are adorable, but some make me cringe.

"You don't like dogs."
"I like them regular size. Too small or too big, especially too small."
"Now, big dogs can be nice."

The way she mouths those words are a little too erotic for my tastes. I want to change the subject, but apparently Jeffrey has picked up on our conversation.

"Talking about your dogs, honey?"
"Yeah. I was telling Bonnie that big dogs can be fun."
"Don't I know it!"

I feel a little uneasy because of the overtones in their voices. I'm half expecting them to relate some adventures in beastiality but they simply laugh about it and the topic of conversation changes.

Once breakfast is over, we see that Brian and Kim are going to spend the day with their new friends, which is fine by us. I do mention the topic of conversation to Barry as we walk away to the beach.

"With dogs?" He asks.
"Apparently."
"Him too?"
"Yeah."
"You're probably reading it wrong."

I hope I am, but somehow I don't want to get involved with them tonight. We don't know any other people on the island and I notice there aren't really that many other guests. Our timing must be off, despite the season.

We walk across the beach several times, staring at the natives mostly; we see an elderly couple resting on the beach, wave to them but otherwise ignore them. They must be at least seventy years old. The man is being massaged on his back by a young girl, no more than than fifteen. His wife is ignoring the scene, as we do.

Further, we spot two young men lying on their chests in the sand. We chat up a conversation, but realize they're more interested in Barry than me, so we move on. At least Barry might get something out of it even if we don't find anyone.

We finally spot the lone man who came with us on the plane. His name is Penton; I ask about the origin and he says his father's name was Penton, and his grandfather's too. He says to call him Penny. We introduce ourselves and sit down. He talks about owning his own business, importing stuff from Asia. None of it sounds legal. He inquires about our relationship, we tell him we've been together for three years, own our own home and are planning to raise a family - eventually. Sooner than we expect, he gets right down to business.

"How much for your wife, anyway?"

I'm a little taken aback, but it's Barry who intercedes.

"What?"
"I'm sorry... I thought I had to pay. That's usually how these things work."

I try not to get mad. I'm not a prostitute. Whatever I do is not for compensation - other than the obvious one. Barry is calmer than me so I let him speak.

"Here's the thing, Penny. She doesn't do anyone but me."
"A shame. Sure I can't convince you?"

Under other circumstances, I might have been tempted, but the idea of being mistaken for a hooker was not as alluring as I had imagined it to be. Again, it's Barry who answers.

"No, but thanks for the offer."

I tug on Barry's arm and we depart. I'm glad we remained clothed for this walk on the beach. Penny's attitude wasn't so bad, he was polite, but I still felt uneasy. We turn back and walk on the beach. We spot three gorgeous girls, being hit on by natives, and seemingly enjoying it so we bypass them.

When we get back to the beach near the hotel, we're both feeling a little gloomy. This trip is about having sexual experiences with other people. Given the crowd we've met, the chances of that happening today are slim. Suddenly, we notice the lifeguard is waving to us. We move over to him.

"You not find what you want?"
"Afraid not."

Barry also picks up the conversation.

"You want what?"

The lifeguard seems serious.

"Depends. How much?"
"What you want, I tell price."
"We're looking for some fun for tonight, you know, people to... share with?"
"Have sex?"

The lifeguard's lack of mastery over the english language makes me blush, as does his frankness.

"I know place for sex."

He gives directions to Barry. Barry hands him a ten-dollar bill in return. We head back to the hotel where we get something to eat.

"Are you sure we can trust his info?"
"It can't hurt to go. If we don't like what we see, we can always head back."

We head out in the direction given to us before sundown. We have to remember not to end this night too late. We go on the cruise ship tomorrow. We find a small shack roughly two kilometres inland. There are bicycles leaning against it. An older man is standing near the entrance and asks for money. Barry hands him twenty American dollars. He lets us into the place.

For a moment as we enter, we both freeze. We see individuals leaning on each side of the room, tied up to ropes. It takes us a moment to realize that, if they wanted, these young boys and girls could break free. They are here willingly apparently, despite appearances to the contrary.

Another man, younger than the one outside, comes over to us.

"Pick, you like."

I'm a little disturbed because some of the girls here definetely seem to be barely into puberty. None of them look to be mistreated or unhappy; they're all smiling, hoping they get selected. Barry manages to talk to the man.

"What's going on?"
"You pay entrance, you pick."
"Pick whom? Anyone?"
"One, more, maybe."
"What are they? Slaves?"
"No, no slave. Work for money. Do what you want."

Apparently, Barry is as uneasy as I am with this.

"What if we pick one?"
"Take home."
"What? To our hotel room?"
"Yes, hotel. Take and do what you want."

I lean in to Barry's side and whisper.

"Is this even legal?"
"Honey, half the stuff on this island is probably borderline."

The man apparently does not even notice our hesitation. He just waits patiently for us to select a boy or a girl, or more than one?

"What do we do?" I ask.
"I don't know. What do you want to do?"

I'm stumped. Barry turns to the man.

"Why are they chained?"
"Presentation. Gift."
"But... why?"

The man does not answer the question. Instead, he simply motions to the people there.

"Do they speak english?"
"Speak, yes. Ask."

I decided to step up towards a young girl, the one nearest to me. Her smile is full of hope.

"Hi!"
"Hello."
"What's your name?"
"Ri'i'k."
"Riik? That's a pretty name."

I kneel before her.

"Are you here willingly?"
"Yes, madam."

She speaks better english than her employer. I surprise myself examining her; she is the sweetest thing I have ever seen, long black hair, tan skin, perfect breasts. Barry is apparently doing the same thing as me but with a young boy. I get no sense of dread, nothing that would hint that these 'slaves' are being mistreated or abused. I turn to Barry. I'm not sure I want to have sex with anyone here, but I'm intrigued at the entire process.

"I want Riik."
"Okay. I'll take Sima...ra...l?"
"S'maral."

The man corrects us. He unties the binds but leaves the leashes and collars on and hands them to us. He gives instructions to the 'slaves' in their native tongue, then we are allowed to depart and return to our hotel - with them. The moment we are out of view, I unstrap Riik's collar. She seems surprised.

"You don't have to come with us, you know. You're free."
"I know. You are mistress. I follow."
"Willingly?"
"Yes."

Her accent is so cute. I turn to Smaral.

"You too are staying with us?"
"Yesh mitresh."

His english is not so good; I get a laugh of making him repeat the word 'mistress' to get the right pronunciation. Barry then undoes the collar as well.

We head back to the hotel with our 'slaves' in tow. I want to talk about it with Barry but the presence of said subordinates makes it awkward to be talking about them. It's dark by the time we reach our hotel room; if anyone notices us arriving with them, no one seems to care. I close the door to the room and the curtains as well and have both our guests sit down on the bed.

"What do we do with them now?"

The question hangs in midair, as our 'slaves' stare us down, waiting for us to take charge.

[interesting]

Now that Barry and Bonnie have their slaves, what are they going to do with them?

Enjoy!
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For a long while, I stare at our two 'slaves', Riik and Smaral, a native girl and boy who have just been loaned to us at a strange house inside the island. Neither of them can be more than fifteen, and they look at us with smiles of innocence and interest. Barry seems to be experiencing the same hesitations as I am. We've made it clear with them that they are here of their own free will, but they don't want to go anywhere. I turn to the lovely Riik, staring at me more than Barry, her topless young chest moving up and down with her respiration. She appears more fluent in english than her male partner.

"Riik... tell me about yourself, please?"

She appears puzzled for a moment. I move in towards her and kneel in front of her. She smiles at me before answering. Her accent is so exotic.

"My name is Riik and I am here to serve you, mistress."
"Can you call me Bonnie?"
"Bunny?"
"No, not bunny... Bonnie."
"Bonnie."
"That's it. Now, how old are you?"

She doesn't appear to know. I switch topics.

"Do you have a family?"
"Yes. Brother two, and sister one."
"What about your parents? Do they know you're here? What you do?"
"Yes. Very much."
"I mean, you're not into servitude, are you?"
"Ser...ve....tu?"
"You're not a slave."
"Oh no. Not a slave. I Work."

I suddenly realize how much contact with the outside world must have transformed this tribe. I don't know the specifics of first contact but I know it occured roughly thirty years ago, maybe more. Their island was turned into a tropical resort and their way of life must have been drastically altered. This girl is part of the new world we have helped create. I feel responsible for her.

"What... can you do? I mean, what are your tasks towards us?"
"Anything, Bunnie."

I turn to Barry. He moves forward and talks to her.

"For example, and I'm not asking, if I wanted sex..."
"Sex? I can do that."

I get up. This situation is unnerving Barry. I excuse myself in front of our guests. We return outside of the room to chat.

"I can't take advantage of that girl. She's a minor!"
"You're only nineteen, you know. And the customs here are different."
"Yeah, but, I mean... she's a prostitute?"
"More than that, I think."

I grab Barry's hand.

"Look, we don't have to do anything we don't want to do, but they're here. Might as well... see what we can come up with?"

Barry looks away into the sea.

"Okay. I guess. I mean, I did pay for them so..."

We head back inside. Our guest haven't moved. I turn to Smaral.

"And what about you? What will you do?"
"Anythin buni."

He looks so sweet, like a barely ripened fruit. I wonder if he's still a virgin, but I'm guessing he's better at playacting than he lets on.

A funny idea pops into my head and I turn to Barry, whispering it to him. He seems amused at the notion, but tells me to keep it for myself for the moment.

I look at Smaral.

"Massage?"
"Yes, Buni?"
"Smaral, I want you to massage me."
"And you me, Riik." Barry says.

We both lie down on the bed, face down in the pillow; we each get our own personal masseuse to care for our bodies, not that we really need it. There is a little bit of stress and Smaral is good at relieving it. Barry seems to be enjoying Riik's touch as well.

I lift myself up and motion for Smaral to help me remove my dress. I'm wearing nothing underneath. He acts impressed by my large cups; I can tell he's trying to please me now. I lie back down face first and have him massage my naked body. Nudity is not an issue for these people.

I tilt my head sideways and notice Barry is now naked as well. Their touch is so relaxing; I'm not entirely sure I actually want to have sex tonight. I turn my head the other side and stare at Smaral's crotch; I see the bulge in his trousers. It does turn me on but I remain cool about it.

Eventually, Barry and I turn around, on our backs; we have our 'slaves' massage us from toe to head; Smaral is going much faster moving up my body than Riik is. As she gets to Barry's crotch, she grabs it and starts playing with it. I hear Barry talk.

"No... not right now, please, Riik."

He's showing considerable restraint. Riik moves on. Smaral is now at my belly, and he's working around my breasts, kneading the flesh and making me relax. Eventually, he stares at me and I give him the go-ahead. He greedily grabs my large breasts and starts kneading them. I'm enjoying the stimulation. I'm surprised when he actually moves away from them and down my arms. I turn to Barry and speak to him in Spanish, hoping they won't understand.

"¿Cómo alrededor ahora?"
"Demasiado pronto."

It seems to work. I bide my time.

"Smaral... get me something to drink."
"Yes, Buni."

He leaves quickly for the other end of the room and retrieves a bottle of something. He opens it, pours me a glass and brings it to me. I have him pour it in my mouth; some of it slides off my cheek and down my neck.

"Can you lick it for me, please?"

He leans in, gliding his tongue across my neck. I giggle from the ticklish sensation.

"Thank you."

I turn to Barry; Riik is massaging his shoulders now.

"This is relaxing."

Barry turns his head towards me and smiles. I see he's getting into the mood as much as I am. I may be rushing things but I motion for Smaral to look at me.

"Do you like what you see, young boy?"
"Very much, Buni."
"I want to see it."

He seems puzzled by my 'it', until I point to his pants. He drops his trousers; as I expected he's not wearing anything underneath. It's not that big but he's still young. It was a bit limp but exposing it makes it hard. Barry looks at me, wondering what I have in mind. I fondle my breasts; he seems to understand and climbs on top of me, placing his shaft between my mounds. I squeeze them on it. Smaral is about half Barry's overall size.

I turn to my boyfriend; he's having Riik perform the handjob on him now. His eyes are closed. Smaral starts to move up and down my chest. I have very voluptuous breasts and ever since Barry did this to me the first time, I've always been fascinated by the fact that when I push my breasts together, the guy's shaft disappears. When I stare, I see the tip coming out then going back in. It's a funny sight; my breasts are also extremely sensitive. I sometimes get an orgasm simply from Barry titfucking me.

"Slow down, Riik."

Barry's voice beside me draws my attention. Riik is staring at his feet as she is pleasuring him. For a moment, I get a moment of worry; I call out to the girl.

"Riik."

She turns her head and smiles at me. I was afraid she was looking away out of disgust, but there's probably another reason.

"Riik, I want you to play with me. Can you do that?"
"Yes, Bunnie."
"Keep playing with my boyfriend too."

Riik walks around the bed; I lift my knees and spread my legs. Riik climbs onto the bed, placing herself between my legs. Her right hand grabs Barry's shaft; her left hand starts to play with my own sex. For a moment, I hesitate; the moment quickly passes as Riik slides two fingers into me. Smaral is panting heavily on my chest; he's not very heavy so I don't feel the pressure so much. I feel a third finger entering me. I lean my head sideways and end up kissing Barry. Maybe it's okay to play with these 'slaves' in this fashion after all, they are willing. A fourth finger slides into me; Riik's hand is so small. I'm now panting myself. Riik finally manages to slide in her thumb; her entire hand is reaching into me, stretching me beyond what I'm used to. It feels wonderful. She pushes deep, fisting me; I crave at the new experience; she slides into me up to her wrist. I can't contain my moans. I forget all about Smaral riding me for a quick moment, but it's long enough for him to shoot his load directly onto my chin, with some of it going past and landing on my lips, nose and the back of my throat. The excitement is compounded by Riik's hand that takes me to my climax; I hear Barry beside me panting heavily as well.

Riik pulls out of me, then stops wanking Barry. She pulls him to the side, then lies on her back. She has already removed her skirt, so she is completely naked. She spreads her legs and grabs her small breasts, opening her mouth. She's giving Barry a choice. He opts for her breasts and starts wanking hard; he releases his load onto her perky chest, and she rubs it into her skin.

I feel like everyone's had their fun except Riik, and I hate it when someone is left out. I move down to her sex, planting a kiss on it and I start licking her. She moans instantly, and I'm thinking she's putting on a show for my benefit, but I don't really care. I really want her to come for me. I use my fingers to stimulate her.

I hear Barry's voice, talking to Smaral.

"Do you like what you see?"
"Yes."
"Want to lick it?"
"Yes."

I feel a tongue near my sex; Barry's doing this for me and it turns me on even more. Granted, Smaral is clearly inexperienced at this, but the thought of his mouth against my sex drives me wild to no end. I'm moaning as loud as Riik now, on my way to a second climax.

"Look at him, Bonnie."

I move away from my task and stare at Smaral, more specifically at his crotch. He's even harder than before. I stare back at Riik's wet pussy and look at Barry. This time, he agrees with me. I move away from Smaral and Riik, and I help Smaral get onto the bed.

"Riik... Smaral... I want you to f... have sex each other."

They stare at me, a bit surprised, but then they go for it. As soon as Smaral slides into Riik, I get behind Smaral, leaning my body against his, my breasts against his head, and I lift my sex up so Barry can slide in and lick me. I regulate Smaral's pace as he enters Riik repeatedly, and let myself get stimulated to my peak by my boyfriend underneath me. Now I know Riik is not faking and thoroughly enjoying this.

After a while of this, Smaral manages to push me back and pull out of Riik, shooting his load all across her stomach and up to her breasts. She places her hand over it and rubs it in. I let Smaral move away as I lean back in to keep licking Riik. I'm not done with her yet.

"Oh... bunnie..."

Hearing her call my name takes me over the edge. I climax in Barry's face, squirting all over him, as I work Riik to a frenzied climax of her own using only my tongue. I crawl on top of her and start kissing her passionately; she's having a hard time keeping up with me. I finally roll onto my back. I'm all messy from Smaral's initial load on my breast, and from the secondary transfer from Riik's stomach and chest. For a moment, I think it is over.

Riik suddenly straightens herself and stares at me.

"Bunnie want more?"

I want to say no, I want to say I'm okay. We've sort of taken advantage of them - even if they were willing - and I want to release. My body thinks differenly.

"God yes!"

She smiles and moves to my lower region, spreading my legs, placing her sex against mine as she starts rubbing. She has more experience than she lets on apparently. Barry is as astonished as I am. Only Smaral now stays away. Barry comes over and watches us have sex, rubbing our clits together; her young pussy feels so good against mine.

I stare at Barry and see his shaft hardening again.

"Wow, honey..."
"I want to come into her..."

He's losing it, like he does sometimes. I do it. In the heat of the moment, inhbitions and fears roll out the window. I manage to say something smart despite my obvious distraction.

"Careful, you don't want to get her pregnant."

Apparently, Riik knows that word. She stops what she's doing to me to speak.

"No. No pregnant."
"That's what I'm saying."
"No, I can't have babies."

I'm stunned at her admission.

"Why?"
"Tubes tied."

At her age? I get a little uneasy with the whole affair all of a sudden. I turn to Smaral.

"Smaral, how old are you?"

He seems to count, then says: "Nineteen."

He must be counting wrong. He must have been told to say that. Riik intervenes.

"Not true. He's seventeen."
"And you are?"
"I don't know..."
"Are you older or younger than him?"
"Older."

I try to pierce the lie, but she definitely believes what she says. She could still be mistaken. But her sex feels so good against mine. I start rubbing again and she carries my motion. In a few short motions, I collapse on my back while she keeps rubbing me, as I achieve another orgasm; this one puts me out for a moment.

When I come to, I see Riik on all fours, and Barry ready to enter her from behind. He slides inside her, then looks at me for approbation. I give it to him. He's standing up on the side of the bed, riding his hard shaft into her small hole; she moans as loudly as she did with me. It does not take long for him to be in full swing; from the other side of the room, I see Smaral teasing himself back up to erect status. He's already come twice now. How much more can he perform?

For a moment, I wonder at allowing him inside me. I get the same reservations as before; I'll do almost anything with anyone but penetration of my pussy belongs to Barry. I motion for Smaral to come and kneel in front of me. I get down on all fours, my ass towards Barry, just in case he wants to switch into me at some point. I gobble up Smaral and start to work him.

As I feel a hand reach for my pussy lips and stroke them, Riik's lips reach for Smaral's shaft. I allow her access, licking his balls instead.

I feel Barry sticking it in me; looking back to him, I see his hand disappear behind Riik's ass. We alternate on Smaral's shaft. I'm curious to see if he can shoot his load a third time within such a short period. Barry's record is three times within an hour, and he had been properly motivated that day. I start to feel Barry ready to come; he switches partners and slides into Riik; she forgets everything about Smaral so I go about finishing him off. I hear Barry moan as he empties into Riik; a moment later, the first shot of Smaral's load hits my mouth. I pull away and have him shoot again on my breasts. There's barely any white in it now.

Time freezes for a moment. I collapse on the bed, spent and exhausted. I laugh uncontrollably, realizing that we just did exactly what we didn't want to do - have sex with our 'slaves'. But the island, this paradise, it's so easy to get lost into it. Sex is abundant everywhere, everyone is beautiful, the air is intoxicating and nothing holds us back. I want to stay here forever.

I simply fall asleep, unaware of anything else. The ocean gently rocks my dreams of sex and luxury until the morning.

[interesting]

With the morning comes not only a new day but also the memory of the previous night, and all the conflicted emotions associated with it. I still feel like Barry's cock is inside me as I stir to consciousness. I stare up and first notice that our guests have gone. For a moment, everything is still. Then, panic strikes me.

I get up and go check on our stuff immediately. Has anything gone missing? It takes me a moment to realize, to my amazement, that nothing is gone. I was certain our 'slaves' who obviously left during the night, would have taken something.

Barry is already up, coming back from a shower.

"When did they leave?" I ask.
"Some time after you fell asleep. I gave them an extra ten dollars each; they had sex again while I watched them and then they left."
"You're a naughty boy..."
"And you're a naughty girl."

We kiss.

"Ready for the big day?"

I smile. I'm ecstatic, both terrified and excited. Today, we go on the cruise ship.

"Have you decided what you want to be doing?"
"To be honest, no. This is so different from anything I've done before."
"Want to go solo or together?"
"A bit of both, maybe."
"The ship is big, we might get lost if we separate."
"Maybe we can set up a meeting point and time?"
"Sounds good."

I get dressed. I chose a light dress with a blue flower motif. I hesitate for a moment but then put on matching blue panties. Barry is opting for a casual pants and t-shirt look.

We get down to breakfast and meet up with our friends Kim and Brian. They talk of their encounter last night with the other couple, who are now nowhere to be seen. They say the encounter with us was much more fun. I'd like to invite them over again, but we already have plans. I inquire to Kim about if the couple spoke about their animal habits.

"No, it was all pretty straightfoward."

I'm relieved, yet disappointed at the same time.

Around nine AM, we get to the docks; a boat is waiting to take us on board the cruise ship. We see familiar faces on the dock, waiting like us. There's Penton, the man who mistook me for a hooker, and the three girls the natives were flirting with yesterday. We go and chat with them. We get to presentations. Apparently, they all come from Washington D.C. and are children of important government officers. The names they give us are Brandi, Bella and Shane. Shane is the most talkative, and she hits up a conversation with me.

"First time on the cruise?"
"Yes. You?"
"Third actually. First for Brandi, Bella's been here before."
"What can we expect?"
"Oh! Don't expect anything. Just be surprised. Who recommended you?"
"Barry's cousin."

Shane examines my boyfriend.

"He's got a dreamy body."
"He works out a lot."
"I bet he does. How big is he?"
"Big enough. You want some of him?"
"Maybe. There's plenty to go around on the boat, though."

Shane must notice my hesitation.

"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, really."
"Honey, we're all friends here. What's bothering you? You need to be fully relaxed if you're going to have fun there."

She places a hand on my shoulder.

"I do a lot but I don't allow anyone to... penetrate me other than Barry."
"Honey, that's cool. There's more than penetration on the boat. A lot more! But you do have to decide something from the getgo."
"What is that?"
"Well, you can switch at any time, but basically, you have to decide if you're on the giving or receiving end?"
"Oh... What about you?"
"Mostly giving, but once in a while... let's just say you can switch at the midway point."

I nod. I'm already getting a better understanding of what this cruise is about. Barry's cousin was explicit, but being moments away from the opportunity changes the perspective.

"I love your dress, by the way."

We hit up other topics of conversation; the boat finally reaches the cruise ship and we climb aboard. I grab hold of Barry's hand and squeeze it. The captain, a tall man with a European accent greets us.

"Hello and welcome to you all. I am captain Tarkin and I'll be your host. Let me walk you through the services we provide. There are a few rules which we will ask to abide to. You'll notice the staff working in the upper section of the deck; they are not to be bothered, as they ensure your safety in the water. The lower portion of the deck is the swimming pool, where you can sunbathe. We ask that you remain clothed while on deck. The entertainment area is inside the ship; there you will find many fine services which should suit all your needs."

He introduces us to another man, thirty years old and in shape, good-looking despite a scar over his left eye. His accent is also European, but not the same as the captain's

"My name is Shanto Rennel, but just call me Shanto. It's so wonderful to see you all. I know you must all be quite excited to start the celebration. Please, follow me."

We head towards the rear of the boat. We see the large swimming pool; there is hardly anyone there, only an older couple soaking in the morning sun and the lifeguard.

"Here we have Edward, who will ensure your safety on deck."

We get a wave from the lifeguard before heading down below. There is a small corridor leading to a large meeting room.

"Most of the action takes place down below."

We enter the meeting room and sit down. There's only the six of us, but we know the cruise ship has permanent guests as well, over a hundred if what Barry's cousin told us is true.

"Since you are daily passengers, there are a few things which we need to specify to you. First of all, while we appreciate your patronage, you must understand that all our employees are adequately compensated for their services and as such do not require tipping of any kind. Second, no violence towards our employees will be tolerated under any circumstance, and you will be evicted if you fail to comply with that rule. This is a pleasure cruise and it needs to remain as such."

With the formalities out of the way, his smile returns.

"There will be a midway point during the day, at which time you may return to this room to rest. You will know by the sound of the ship's horns."

I look at Barry and we agree silently to make this our meeting place.

"The buffet is open all day, so help yourselves. Our 'special' buffet is also available to you; simply request it from the chef. Drinks are on the house, but please, use moderation to avoid any incidents. Our staff is dedicated to your pleasure; if you need anything, you may inquire to any of our employees, provided they are not otherwise occupied. Remember there is some decorum to be maintained in the main halls; the private rooms are at your disposal for more private matters. The red lights will show which rooms are occupied. Are there any questions?"

I'm about to raise my hand, but Bella precedes me.

"Can we become... what is it called... temporary employees? Do you still do that?"
"We do, but you don't get paid."
"Oh no! I know that. Just asking."

I get the answer I was looking for. Barry had mentioned something about that in his presentation.

"Anything else?"

No one says anything.

"I'll leave you a moment to decide; I will be returning with your complimentary drinks."

I turn to Barry.

"I'd like to try out being an 'employee'. Can I?
"Sure."
"What about you?"
"I'm going to enjoy the buffet, I think, at least for starters."
"You know, Barry, don't hold back. Do anything you want."
"And you too. I mean it."

I smile at him. Shane calls me from the other side of the table.

"We're all going to be employees. Want to join us?"
"Sure. Sounds fun."

I get up and move over to their side of the table, leaving Barry to his own devices.

"What can I expect?"
"Depends on what you want to do. There are a lot of roles to play."
"Like what?"
"Well, there are the traditional roles: dancer, stripper, prostitute, masseuse. I've pretty much done all of them."
"What else?"
"If you're into kinky stuff, there's a lot of domination going on."

Bella intervenes.

"I once got tied up to the ceiling and strangers came and fucked me while I was blindfolded and gagged. It was awesome!"

That seems a little extreme for my tastes.

"I've done the 'special' buffet too," Shane says.
"I'm doing that!" Brandi says.
"Sounds like fun. I think I'll start with that one."

Shanto finally returns with shots for everyone.

"To the cruise of your life!"

We retrieve the glasses and toss them down.

"Have you made your choices?"

I look at Barry, waiting for his signal. He gives me the go-ahead. As long as I have his assent, I can get into almost anything.

[interesting]

Shanto brings all four girls over to the employee's lounge - in fact just another room where we get to change into our employee costumes apparently. Barry and Penton have decided to go and join the other guests in the main hall. There is a long sofa where we can all sit comfortably. Shanto smiles at us as he waits for our trainer to come in. She does. Her name tag reads Priscilla. She is wearing a dark dress with a large cleavage, open on her back. She wears too much makeup for my tastes but is otherwise very pretty.

"Good day, girls, you may call me Priscilla. I will be assigning you your tasks, depending on what you want to do today. If you have any questions, you will address them to me. Understood?"

We nod.

"Great. Now. May I ask what tasks you girls wish to be assigned. Give me your names, and tell me what you expect."

I'm at the end of the line so I wait my turn. Shane speaks first.

"Name is Shane. I want to be in a gangbang with all males. Doesn't matter how many."

Her candor stuns me for a moment. I was aware that kind of thing could happen here - I had sort of fantasized about it from afar - but to hear her spell it out so bluntly is shocking, even to me.

"Anything else?"
"I don't want to see their faces."

Priscilla acknowledges her request.

"Do you mind if people watch or if we film it?"
"Not at all. But I want it to last long."
"We can arrange that."

Shane is all smiles. Bella is next.

"I want to dance and strip, maybe get some tips?"
"You know we don't allow tips."
"Okay... huh... Fine. Just stripping."
"Anything else?"
"No... not for me."

She turns to Bella.

"I've been told people can eat off of my body? I'd like to try that."
"You want to be part of the buffet. Very good. Naked or covered."
"Can I cover first, then get naked?"
"Yes, you can."

Priscilla finally turns to me. There are just so many possibilities available to me, it boggles the mind. This place allows people to live out their most extreme fantasies.

"I can't decide."
"You can start with something and then shift to something else."
"Okay... huh... Shane?"
"Yes."
"Could I... watch your gangbang?"
"Of course, honey. Want to participate?"
"Well... not sure. As I said on the boat..."

Priscilla looks at me.

"Be decisive, child. What do you want?"
"I just don't want penetration."

Priscilla's provocation takes me by surprise, and makes me blurt out the most honest answer I think of.

"That can be done. Though I'm sure you'd like to experience pleasure as well."

I hesitate before answering.

"Well... that's a given."
"We have something for that."

I'm intrigued.

"You can have stimulation without penetration if that is what you want."

It is exactly what I want, but am afraid to say. How can she tell?

"I'd like to do the buffet too."
"Very good. We'll start you off with the gangbang, then move you to the buffet. Nude or non-nude?"
"Nude."
"Very good."

Every nerve ending is me is tingling. The notion of being able to live out these fantasies, no consequences, is both thrilling and frightening at the same time. When we agreed to go on this trip, Barry and I both decided we'd let ourselves have as much fun as we wanted, and then use the experience as a building block for the future. Priscilla grabs my attention.

"There is one formality for you two girls who want to participate in sexual activity. You have to show willingness."
"How do we do that?" I ask.

I see Shane getting up and walking over to Shanto. She starts unzipping his pants. She turns to me.

"Come on."

I'm a little taken aback but I move there just the same. Shanto's cock comes out; it's long and thin, half erect. Shane just swallows it a few times, then hands it to me. The suddenness is throwing me off but I swallow him too, more as a reflex. It feels unusual and rushed; but I get that is the whole point. I work him as best as I can, then hand him over to Shane; it doesn't take long for Shanto to come into her mouth. She swallows everything, smiling the whole time.

"That's good."

Priscilla motions us back to our places. She tells me and Shane to strip; she takes Bella and Brandi away; Shanto leaves with them. Shane turns to me.

"You'll need to be more into it, otherwise the customers won't be pleased."
"I was just caught off guard."
"That's what I'm saying. Customers expect a level of commitment from the employees. I know you won't fuck and that's cool, more dick for me, but you'll have to provide them with some form of stimulation. You seem to have a nice rack."

I had started undressing but I freeze.

"See, that's what you shouldn't do. These guys will be all over your face... in your case literally, since you'll have nothing else available."

I acknowledge and finish removing my robe. She stares at my breasts.

"Maybe when this is over you and me can have some fun together?"
"We'll see."

I laugh it off. I see Shane stripping off her shirt and skirt. I stare at her voluptuous form. Her platinum hair falls on her shoulders as she removes her hairband. I finish undressing myself. She stares back at me.

"The men, they'll all want to tittyfuck you with those mounds."
"Sure, no sweat."
"You like it?"
"Actually I do. I get all stimulated."

There is a moment of silence, then I speak up.

"Why do you want to be in a gangbang anyway? All those men..."
"Honey, you have no clue what you're missing. You see, men, they don't always provide."
"I know, but we can manage."
"Well I don't want to. Here's what happens. I get stimulated from everywhere all at once. It's unbelievable. And if the guy comes, and I haven't, someone steps in and continues, so I don't get interrupted."

Her reasoning, though logical, seems a little dry for my tastes.

"I suppose."
"Plus, you get all these boys wanting to take you... it's exhilirating."
"But you won't know they are."
"That's the best part! No connection. It's just untainted sex."

For a moment, I ask myself what I'm getting myself into. I shrug it off to inexperience; I do want to unlock new aspects of my sexuality here. I need to have more confidence.

Priscilla returns. She's bringing a strange piece of underwear for me and a bustier for Shane. As Shane puts on her piece of clothing, Priscilla shows me mine. It's an unusual looking leather underwear; strapped to the inside, I see a thin shaft, roughly 2 inches in length, with an integrated butt plug at the back. There's also a tiny vibrator tied to the front. Priscilla helps me slide it on, assuring me it's been throughly cleansed.

"It's basically a chastity device, but designed for personal pleasure."

As I slide it on, Priscilla adjusts it to me; she inserts the butt plug into my ass. I don't necessarily appreciate it entering, but once it's inside, it doesn't bother me so much. She then slides the thin shaft into my pussy, setting up the vibrator so it rubs against my clitoris. The sensation is not entirely unpleasant.

"This is... new."
"You'll get used to it after a while."

She zips the leather straps to the side and takes a small lock, which she places on the belt and closes. The tightness of the leather prevents me from taking it off, and no one would be able to tear it apart with their hands. I'm amused at the concept. The shaft inside of me is flexible, so it bends with my movements, while still providing me with the sensation of being lightly penetrated.

"Does this suit you?"
"Yes, actually. It's nice."

She puts the key, tied to a chain into my hand.

"You keep that one. It unlocks the belt, in case you change your mind."

I'm tempted to give it back, because I don't want to have the opportunity to change my mind, but I hesitate. That's when Shane returns to me. She grabs the key out of my hand.

"I'll hold on to that."

She places the chain around her neck.

"That way, if she's really desperate, she can get the key by begging for it. The men will love that."

This arrangement suits me better. I smile at her; her bustier is holding up her breasts, which would otherwise fall very low. She must be around thirty, but her cleavage is already stretched down.

"Is that all right with you?"
"Yes, Priscilla."
"Great. Let's get you two to your rooms. I suggest you get acquainted. The men will be with you once we've gathered them."
"You can keep them coming!" Shane says greedily.

Priscilla smiles as she takes us into an adjacent room; the floor is carpeted, there is a large bed, the largest I have ever seen, beyond King Sized. There are also several loveseats. The lighting is dim but Shane brightens it up. There is a cocktail bar.

"How long before the men get here?"
"Fifteen to thirty minutes."
"How many can we expect?" I inquire.
"Roughly ten to thirty."

Priscilla laughs as my eyes widen at the number given.

"That many?"
"Well, it depends. We're asking people in the main hall if they want to participate. They decide yes or no."
"How many people are there on the boat, anyway?"
"Maybe two-hundred customers. Mostly male."
"I bet."

Priscilla kisses each of us on the cheek.

"Have fun."

Before she leaves, she hands me a small remote.

"This turns your belt on and off."

She closes the door on us and walks out. Shane walks over to the bed and motions me over. I walk up to her; she grabs the remote from my hand.

"Hey!"
"No, you're mine now. I hold your chastity in my hand."
"Shane..."
"Don't worry, Bonnie, I'll respect your wishes, but you have to be willing to submit a little."
"Okay."

She turns on the vibrator at the lowest setting. I sense a small chill run up my spine as my clitoris gets stimulated. Shane pushes another button. Suddenly, the tiny stick in my pussy seems to expand slightly. It provides me with a nice stimulation.

"That's nice. How does it do that?"
"I think it inflates."

Shane pushes me onto the bed. I'm feeling the rush of excitement coming over me.

"Might as well have some fun while we wait for the boys to join us."

She lands on top of me and starts sucking my breasts. I close my eyes and let the sensation in my panties ride me as much as her mouth on my nipples. She turns the vibrator one notch up; the shaft also inflates a little more. The tension is rising in my body.

"Come for me, Bonnie. Come for me."

I want to, but since I'm not controlling the pace, I can only let the wave of pleasure ride me. I vocalize to assist my effort. Shane adds her voice to my own moans.

"Oh yes... that's it love. Come. Come now!"

Her voice and mine drive me over the edge. I release a scream so loud it practically deafens us, given the echo of the room. Shane is laughing.

"You have the greatest orgasm ever."

She moves her pussy to my face.

"My turn. Eat me before the guys get to me. Use only your tongue."

I dive in. She tastes different than what I'm used to, she tastes good actually. She smiles at my reaction.

"Special perfumes and oils..."

I've never been grossed out by the taste, but this time I'm actually stimulated by it. I eat her out with force and abandon. She vocalizes a lot too, moreso than she probably feels, but it works. With my hands holding onto her hips, I push my tongue inside of her to get as much of her juices as I can. There's something intoxicating in her sex. I hear her words as I make her come.

"Oh! God! Yes! Bonnie! That's it! Come on! Come on!"

She orgasms and squirts all over my face, more liquid than I've ever seen. I have to close my eyes to prevent from getting blinded.

"Oh Wow! Bonnie! You're insane! Eat me more."

I'd like to, but I'm choking on her fluids. She moves off of me and goes to get a towel.

"Damn, Shane."
"What?"
"You could have warned me."
"Sorry."

I wipe my face. She leans in and kisses me passionately, resting her chest against mine.

"Now what?" I ask, recovering my breath.
"Now, we wait for the boys."

And so we do. We lie beside each other on the bed, facing the door where the men will soon be entering. I reflect on what Shane just had me do, and what is coming up next. The orgasm has helped me relax. But it's only a matter of minutes before I get to perform again.

[interesting]

As the door to the cabin opens, I see seven males enter, all naked except for their covered faces. I hold back a laugh; animal faces are drawn on these masks. We can't even see their mouths. They stare at the two women lying back on the bed, Shane in her tight corset, me in my leather underwear. Some of the men are limp but most are at least half erect.

Priscilla walks in, wearing a different gown, with a very open cleavage and cut on her legs.

"This is your entertainment for this morning. Let me introduce the girls to you."

She points to Shane so she can get up.

"This is your main slut. Introduce yourself."
"Hello, my name is Shane. It is a pleasure to fuck you all."

Priscilla points to me.

"And your warm-up doll is here."
"I'm Bonn."

I can't say anymore. For some reason, my mind won't let me finish my name. I keep staring at their dicks. Priscilla turns to Shane.

"There will be more joining you in about fifteen minutes."
"Keep them coming."

Priscilla turns to the men.

"These girls are here for your pleasure, gentlemen, but I must remind you to treat them with respect. Bonn will let you do anything to her except penetration. As for Shane, she is in control."

The men nod. Cocks are becoming more alert. Some of the men try to hide it.

Prisicilla then leaves the room. I notice the men remain at attention, focused on Shane. She takes charge.

"Very good. Welcome to the best time of your life. You will all get to fuck me, rest assured. Here is how we are going to proceed. First of all, my associate here will make sure you are excited. I will select in what order you may visit me. While one or several of you are engaged with me, my friend there will make sure you remain ready for the main course."

She then turns to me.

"Why don't you get started with the three to the left?"

I understand and get up from the bed and move towards them. One of them hastily reaches for one of my breasts but I back off. I wave no with my finger. I get on my knees, near their sexes. They smell strange, not necessarily very good. I actually smell them and find the one whose odor I find less agressive. I swallow him, while my hands reach for the cocks of those near him. I tilt my head a little and notice that Shane has moved the four others to her near the bed. She has all four of them lined up, and has started giving blowjobs at random, going from one man to the other. I leave her at her business and return to mine. One man is overly excited and I feel his release imminent, so I stop on him to let him cool down.

The one I'm sucking has grabbed my head and is forcing me down onto him. I shake my head loose and back away. His hands move back to his back and his posturing apologizes to me. I decide to move around and start sucking on another one, the one whom I was still wanking. My hands play with the shafts of the other two.

I hear movement and I see Shane has set up one man on his back on the bed. She sits on his hard shaft to ride him, placing a man on each side of her and one in front. As she pushes her hips down onto the man, she is sucking the one in front of her while wanking on the other two. The bed is is so wide that, despite there being five people on it now, half of the bed is still unoccupied.

Moans of pleasure start to echo about the room, mostly coming from the men. I'm getting more comfortable with the notion of three men around me, wanting me. The fantasy is not entirely as I pictured it but there are some similarities. I hadn't imagined the smell of sweat would be so abundant. The sounds of the bed are also distracting. I try to ignore them and work on the men, but the stimulation is far less intense than Shane gave it out to be. On the other hand, she is having sex while I'm just providing stimulation. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

I decide to move my men towards the bed. I cup my breasts as I lay down on my back. It's okay for me to want some stimulation after all. I move one of them to me and place his cock in-between my breasts: I'm so sensitive in that area. The other two go on each side of me, so I can keep wanking them. The man on top of me has a cat mask. I can't help but smile as I stare at it. He is riding my breasts hard; this is better for me, I feel his shaft rubbing against my skin, my mounds wrapping themselves around his cock. I've always enjoyed that.

As I decide to move them around so another man rides my boobs, I notice Shane is also moving her own squad about. One of hers comes over to me so I decide to let him ride my cleavage. One of mine goes to her, and she starts sucking him, this time riding another man but facing him. I see another man come up behind her and try to work his way into her anus, without much success. She helps him by lifting her ass as high as it can go. He finally succeeds.

Strange thoughts make their way into my mind. I've done anal before with Barry, but I've never found it as enjoyable, as, say Jennifer. But anal penetration is not like regular intercourse. Maybe it would be okay in this context?

The sensation of skin against mine and the men tugging at my hands for me continue takes me back to the moment. One man, who is currently being left out by Shane, walks over to my side and places his dick over my mouth. I hesitate a moment before swallowing it. It's covered in Shane's juices - he was the one fucking her a moment ago. I swallow him hard, as the other man rides my breasts. I can only see a ceiling of flesh above me. The smell of sweat, which was earlier annoying, is now becoming intoxicating. My breasts are swelling from the stimulation, the man I am sucking is fondling them while another rides his dick between them. I get a surge of pleasure from it, pausing for a moment before starting again on my male partners.

All my partners pull away from me suddenly. I see they have pulled away (and out) from Shane. Shane stares at me. I pull my hands over my body, unsure as to why I have become the centre of attention.

"As you all know, my friend here is a doll for our enjoyment."

I see that Shane has reached for the remote.

"Let's see her squirm a little."

She turns on the device again; the vibrator is set to high now, and the rod inside me expands. I had completely forgotten about it. I feel the stimulation take me over. The men all move to the other side of the bed; Shane pulls me towards her and starts kissing my breasts again; she exposes her behind to the men who seem to consult each other before one rushes in and enters Shane from behind.

I stare into Shane's eyes as the man starts to ride her to completion. My own stimulation is contorting my face in several directions at once. I close my eyes for a moment; when I open them again, another man, another face mask is fucking Shane. Her pleasure compounds with mine and I orgasm; yet the stimulation does not stop, as the vibrator keeps humming around my clitoris.

One man walks around us and, sitting on top of my face, his sack pratically in my mouth, has Shane suck him good. I move my head aside and spit out the hair. Shane moves the shaft down to my breasts so the man can reverse tittyfuck me. I have the man's ass in my face, not an entirely pleasant experience. Fortunately, it doesn't take him long to shoot his load onto my stomach; Shane licks it all up, then licks him clean before he moves off.

I'm close to experiencing another orgasm when I hear the door to the room open. I see two men, probably two that have already come, exit the room; however, five men come in to take their place. My mind does the math. Ten men! The newcomers go around the bed, climb on top of it; Shane places my hands on their shafts and, resting her head against my ample breasts, she starts pumping them as well, while being fucked from behind.

The orgasm hits me and I scream that one out. Another man comes over and, facing me, stuffs his cock into my mouth. I manage not to cough as I swallow him. I almost feel like I'm being overwhelmed on all sides, assaulted. A part of me wants to stop but the pleasure I'm deriving from the experience tells me otherwise. The vibrator keeps doing its job, bringing me gently back up to an unexpected level of arousal.

The man shoots his load into my mouth; it must have been one of our first entrants, or someone was simply too overeager. He pulls out as I gag on his semen, spitting it out because of the cough, swallowing the rest because it falls down my throat. It occurs to me that this is the second man I've ever swallowed like that. Even when I sucked Thomas way back, I never swallowed.

I look up as the man moves away, and see Shane's face. It is livid with pleasure. I've lost track of how many men have fucked her so far. I lean up and start kissing her; I desperately need to feel lips against mine and since all those men are wearing masks, Shane's will do. My kiss seems to drive her over the edge again, and her outburst causes me to release once more. I'm getting exhausted here, but there are still two men beside me, and I am still jerking them off, more through reflex than anything.

I suddenly see the key dangling from Shane's neck. My mind races at the possibilities. The vibrator and dildo are doing a great job on me but they're no substitute for the real thing. Mere inches away is salvation. Dare I take it?

Before I can, however, Shane's body is pushed hard against mine by the new man that just entered her. He is pounding hard against her, I sense her breasts pressed against mine. I start kissing her passionately, and she returns my affection with as much abandon. I release the two men I was jerking, wrapping my arms around Shane. The man quickly pulls out and shoots his semen all across her back; it sprays my hands as well.

The action seems to stop for a moment. Shane is trying to gather her strength to continue. I notice that three of the men are now leaving the room, their limp cocks a tell-tale they've had their fun. I know a few more have had it but they remain. Right now, they're staring at the huddled figures of two gorgeous women in their prime. There are still seven men in the room, and there might be more coming in soon. My head is dizzy from all the exercise. Shane turns off the device.

One of the men actually gets up to the minibar and pours two glasses of something, bringing them over to us. Shane recovers and readies herself. Another man hands us a towel; I wipe Shane's back and my hands. We then take the drinks offered to us, strong alcohol which I can't place. My mind feels better after the drink. I stare at Shane.

"Do you think... you could unlock the belt?"

My voice is hesitant.

"Are you sure?"
"I..."

I look around the room, at the men.

"I don't want penetration, unless I specifically ask for it."

I don't understand why I'm being so formal about it, but it has to do with the ambiance that was set up from the first moments. Shane picks up on my intent.

"I'm going to expose her to you now, then, I'm going to eat her out while you watch us. After that, you may eat her out yourself if you want."
"What about fingers?"

One man draws attention to himself with that question. I answer.

"Fingers are okay."

Shane holds the key to my face, then removes it from her neck and puts the key into the lock, leaving me the opportunity to unlock it. I do. Shane then helps me unzip and remove the tight underwear. It's so damp; I've already come several times. I get a few contemplative words from the gathered men.

Suddenly, Shane buries herself into my crotch. I mouth my stimulation. She goes down on me with force, as the men watch on. I've always been stimulated by people watching me have sex. Shane does not have much to do to have me arching my back, grabbing onto the covers and pillows as she rides my orgasm to an incredible high. The men sneer and applaud as I come, solely on the talent of Shane's tongue. I collapse on the bed, and my body wants to sleep, but a gentle slap from Shane reminds me of where I am.

Shane then lies on her back, exposing her own pussy to the group.

"I want you to start on Bonnie, then work up to me."

She used my full name. I don't mind. Good. A man walks over and buries his head in my crotch. He lifts his mask halfway, and that's when I notice the masks are actually made of two segments. The lower section can be removed to expose the mouth.

"That's good. Work her good with your tongue."

The man is not really into it, and after the ride Shane just gave me, I feel a little numb, but it still feels good. The man quickly moves on to Shane and another man takes his place. That's when I begin to understand what Shane was talking about. Mere moments later, the man who is now eating out Shane moves up and slides his shaft into her; she lets him ride her and it doesn't take long for him to come; he shoots his load across her chest as he pulls out. The man working me moves to Shane, as Shane rubs the semen on her skin, and another man comes to take the empty spot on my crotch. As I look up, I see that four other men are still waiting their turn to eat us out, and then fuck Shane's pussy. My level of stimulation rises again at the sight of these men's lust for our bodies. But just as the stimulation is getting good, the man on me moves to Shane; I notice the other man has gone up to Shane's face and had plugged her mouth with his shaft.

I motion for one of the remaining individuals to come over to my chest and ride my breasts; another one goes down on my crotch, sliding two fingers inside me. I lick the tip of the man's shaft before settling it between my mounds, and I let him ride me up and down.

The man who was licking Shane is now riding her pussy hard; I still see the one sticking his cock into her mouth; only one man seems to remain waiting. I motion him to come over and, tilting my head sideways, I start to suck him up as best as I can, given the strange angle he is at.

Just then, the door opens and four new men walk in, led in by Priscilla. I'm stunned. I didn't think there would be anyone else coming in. I do remember that Shane wanted it to last long, and I've lost track of time. And I seem to remember the number of people Priscilla mentioned as a possibility. My math courses suddenly become relevant. There were seven men, three left, five entered, right now there are seven (or six?), add four, for a total of... The men working me prevents me from completing my calculation.

Priscilla walks over to me; the men stop their movements as Priscilla leans into my ear.

"Are you doing penetration now?"
"No."
"All right."

She goes back to the men and gives them instructions, like she did for the other entrants. I'm so glad she checked with me.

The men resume their work on me, moving around so I'm sucking the man who was riding my breasts, that one is eating me out and the one I was sucking is riding my cleavage. Shane has also allowed the men on her to switch places. The four newcomers seem to wait their turn and, as much as I'd like to include them in the play, I feel rather occupied and overwhelmed at the moment.

It takes a lot more time for me to build up to another orgasm. My body is starting to ache in places I never imagined. I suddenly realize my pussy is aching for some real penetration. The thought suddenly scares me. I know Barry told me to enjoy myself, to let myself go, but that's one thing I've always held onto, despite everything else. My pussy belongs to his dick. But the excitement, the stimulation, seeing Shane's pussy rammed so much, it makes me want to feel it as well.

The man riding my breasts suddenly shoots his load across my face and throat, bringing me out of my reverie. Almost simultaneously, the man I'm jerking does the same. I get overwhelmed by the amount of semen shot across my face and into my eyes. This contact with reality cools my nerves. I motion for something to wipe my face and someone brings one over. The two men move away from me. I hear Shane's orgasm as the man riding her shoots into her pussy; the one she was sucking seems to have already gotten satisfaction, but is still hanging around.

Those four men finally head for the exit, leaving one man licking my pussy and another four, who were awaiting their turn, moving towards us. I back away from them all for a moment, eager to reconnect with myself. Shane draws them all to her. Her body is dripping with cum, which is now also covering the sheets. The scent of sweat, juices and cum combined together is making me nauseous. The erotic scent of Shane's pussy has long since gone.

I see one man walking towards me, kneeling beside the bed inquisitively, making sure I am all right. For a moment, it feels like Barry, but the body is not his.

"I'm fine."
"Can I get you anything?"
"Don't you want to fuck Shane?"
"Not until I know you're all right."

He sounds so sweet, given the level of intensity I've been submitted to.

"A glass of water, maybe?"

I guess his smile under his mask. He retrieves a glass of water and brings it to me.

"This is your first time doing this, right?"
"Yeah."

We talk low so as not to disturb Shane's party. She has four men around her, one under her being ridden, one being sucked, the other two held onto by their dicks.

"Don't feel bad. It can be intense."
"You... done this before?"
"Yes. I like it, but when I see someone in trouble, well..."
"I'm not in trouble."
"I mean, you looked pale. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I am. Thank you."

For a moment, I hesitate.

"Can I see your lips?"

He removes the bottom portion of his mask. Long, luscious lips, strong. He has a small accent which I can't trace.

"I'm from France."

French accent. Not used to that one in San Francisco. I put my fingers on his lips.

"Prissy told us you don't want penetration. Why is that?"
"I'm... well, married."
"Really? Where is he right now?"
"Probably having some fun elsewhere."
"He's on the boat too?"
"Yeah."
"That's progressive."
"You married?"
"Used to, but didn't take. She wasn't into the same things I was."
"That's too bad."
"I loved her very much, but truth is, I loved myself more."

I lower my head.

"What's wrong? Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"No. You're not. I'm just thinking about all this... it's strange. We told ourselves to have fun, and I can't bring myself to forget about him."
"You miss him?"
"I'd like him to be here. I mean, the sex, wow! Never had anything like it. But the company... for a moment, I thought he was you."
"I'm flattered. You must love him very much."
"I do. You know, I still don't understand why we agreed to come on this cruise?..."
"You wanted to experiment new things?"
"Yeah, but... I mean, aren't we being unfaithful to each other?"

The man laughs.

"Listen, Bonnie, if that's what you really think, you should go and be with him. This lifestyle isn't cut out for everyone, you know."
"I know. I guess... we were curious. We wanted to try it."
"Have you had fun?"
"Yes."
"Has it forced you to reconsider your couple? Being together, you know, until the end?"

I have to ponder that question.

"No. I still love him."

The man leans in and kisses me. I'm taken aback.

"What about now?"
"What about it?"
"Do you still love him?"
"Yes, I do."

He gropes my breast.

"What about now?"
"Yes."

He places his hand on my crotch, spreading my legs.

"What about now?"
"Yes..."

He moves my hand to his dick.

"What about now?"
"Yes...."

The man pushes me on my back onto the bed and lays his body against mine, his hard shaft resting near my crotch.

"What about now?"
"Yes..."

He kisses me passionately and starts rubbing his shaft on the inside of my thigh.

"What about now?"
"God yes..."

I instinctively spread my legs and let him enter my pussy.

"What about now?"
"Oh! I love him so much."

He starts to gently slide in and out of me. In my mind, all I can see is Barry's face.

"What about now?"
"Oh! God! Don't stop!"

He goes at it with more force, and stops asking the question. I feel his hard shaft entering me, forcing itself into me, and I crave the sensation more than I have ever desired it. He rides me from the front, with more passion and intensity than any of my previous encounters in the day. I wrap my arms and legs around him, as he pushes deep inside me. He takes me to the brink of pleasure, then suddenly stops, laughing.

"You won't do penetration, then?"
"Shut up and fuck me!"

He pulls out, plants me on all fours and takes me from behind. I'm barely aware of Shane and her other men at the moment. I don't care about anything but this stranger taking me, giving me as much pleasure as I can, because I love Barry so much. I feel the rush of the emotions driving me insane, I vocalize every single thrust into me until my first release under his care, all the while thinking about Barry and whatever or whoever he is doing. This stranger is Barry's proxy, Barry sent him to me to fuck me in his stead. I ride my orgasm and collapse under the man's weight, but he isn't done with me.

He flips me around, then lies on his back, moving me up onto his body. He sits me on his hard cock and I slide onto him; I barely hold back the moan of pleasure. He starts riding me up and down, stimulating himself; as soon as my strength returns, I add to his motion. I feel his release into me, as he shoots his load upwards into my loins and it drips back down. The sensation is unbelievable. I collapse on top of him, kissing him madly. For a moment, we lie still.

"What about now?"

I smile and kiss him.

"Thank you."
"It was my pleasure, really."

I shiver all over. I smile at him.

"Want to go again?"
"I'm tempted, but I think you should find your husband now."
"Yeah... you're right."

I kiss him again and get off of him, leaving Shane to her own pleasures.