18 year old Sonia has split
up with her boyfriend, but still has to share a room with him and an older
couple in Bangkok. Except for the night she stays with a local woman, for her
introduction to the pleasures of lesbian group sex.
In the strange apartment, my new friend’s arm curled around
my body, her hand cupped my breast as we finally slept.
Although I was exhausted from an eventful day, I dreamed;
My boyfriend Mario, in bed with Elizabeth [which made sense]
and then with Lek the troublemaking ladyboy. That made no sense, but dreams
often don’t.
Bob waving his cock at me, declaring “just suck on this,
honey, that’s a good girl.” And I did it, too. It wasn’t as tasty as real life,
but it was pretty good as far as dreams go.
Then shouting, arguing, shrill yelling. I woke up.
It was early, but the pale dusty tropical day had started.
There was a man in the bedroom; A stranger, yelling angrily at my Thai bedmate Muoy,
who was shouting back at him.
I was frightened; he was a local man, a Thai, fiftyish, with
short cropped hair and large muscles bulging in anger under a tight shirt. He
had that odd double fold under the eye that so many of his countrymen had, that
could be either attractive or repulsive.
“Who is this, what’s going on?” I asked Mouy, as I sat up
clutching the thin blanket to my chest to cover my nakedness.
“My husband!” she spat.
He screamed at her in their language, pointing at me, confirming
that it was finding a European teenager in his wife’s bed that had triggered
his ire.
He was wearing some kind of regulation clothing; not quite a
uniform, but police or military. Shiny black shoes, khaki trousers, and a black
knit shirt with some kind of insignia on one breast.
His fingers were clenched into fists, his face was mottled
in rage, and I was sure that there would soon be violence, since my lover
didn’t seem to be backing down.
I remembered a conversation I’d had with Bob; about the
power of desire, of jealousy. He’d said a girl like me could disarm practically
any man just by showing him my breasts. He’d been half joking of course; he reckoned
a few thousand carefully deployed topless teenagers could achieve world peace.
I was terrified by then, realizing that this man was not
only powerful physically, but probably politically as well. If he were police
or military [as he appeared to be], no one would help us.
So I let the blanket fall into my lap, exposing my
exceptionally large tits.
He stumbled over what he was saying, his eyes focusing on my
chest, before looking away and going back to his tirade. But I thought he had
lost the edge of vehemence.
I ratcheted up my assault, lifting my appendages in my hands
as I looked straight at him.
He seemed to run out of steam then, and he just stood there
staring at me for a few seconds as his wife had her say. She followed his eyes
back to me, saw that I was bare-chested, and looked peeved. Then she subjected
him to a new battering of rebuke.
She said, “He doesn’t even call.” She complained, “He just
shows up here like it’s a hotel, always open!”
In reply he subjected her to another rapid outburst in Thai,
pointing at me, naked in their bed.
I desperately wanted to calm the situation; I didn’t know
these people at all, and I was afraid that things might get actually violent. Impulsively,
I stood up and stepped between them, the floor space in the small room barely sufficient
for the three of us to occupy it all at once.
Belatedly, I realized that I wasn’t wearing anything at all,
and I was standing inches away from a strange man in a bedroom thousands of
kilometers from home.
My small body, with its exaggerated curves, has an effect on
men. I knew that, but I’d never tried to use that effect intentionally before.
The angry man seemed to change gears, his face easing
slightly as he looked into my young face.
I made no conscious expression as I challenged him with my
eyes; I just looked at him, our bodies within arms length of each other, and I
was aware of the sexual heat I was radiating.
Bob had told me no man could resist me; that a man would do
practically anything if he thought he had a chance with me. Of course I knew he
was exaggerating, I’m not that pretty, really. But I’m 18 years old, with clear
skin, huge breasts, and big brown eyes. I’m small, as small as his wife, with a
tight round behind.
My lover’s husband tore his eyes from me, and looked to his
wayward wife.
She was also naked; and I have to say, for her age, she was
an impressive woman as well.
Her hair was cut very short, the thick black speckled with
grey; her face was nearly unlined, but did betray her age a bit.
Her body remained lean, and while not as curvaceous as mine,
she had pert, full little breasts [with quite sensitive nipples that stood in
my mouth when I sucked them], her waist still curved inwards, and her ass was
still reasonably tight.
She had her own successful business too; it seemed to me
that a man should be happy and proud to have a wife like Muoy.
Except for the small issue of finding her in bed with a
young stranger, me.
I couldn’t understand their words of course, just the tone.
Perhaps their disagreements were deep and intractable, or perhaps they just
needed to accept each other for what they were.
I watched his face darkening again as he looked down at his
cheating wife. I took his hand, but that wasn’t enough to extinguish his
burning anger. So I lifted his hand and put it on my breast.
He fell silent, his expression changing from anger to
surprise. I was fairly surprised myself; I had no idea what I was doing.
He was a surprise, I can tell you; my lesbian girlfriend had
a hot husband! I was thinking that I needed to get away from there, so the two
of them could do what they both clearly needed to do. But it was slightly
complicated; I needed to borrow something to wear, as I’d arrived draped in a
table cloth; I had no money, either. I needed a ride back to the hotel.
But in hindsight, I have to admit that I was aware that he
was a handsome man; his powerful body was evident, his face, although that of
an older man, had character written deeply into it. This was a man with an
inner strength, a man who was frightening, yet exciting as well. A man of
action.
He was completely unlike Mario, who’s basically still a
child, or Bob, the smooth talking American lawyer, who is, let’s face it, an
old man.
Would I have put his hand on my breast if he were really
unattractive? Probably not, I admit. But at the same time, I was not, at that
time, thinking we would all soon be in bed together, as this fearsome man
drilled me with military precision.
“How long is it since he’s been home?” I asked Muoy.
“More than a year.” She said.
“Why?” I asked.
“He’s army major, no time for his wife.” She said, with an
edge of bitterness in her voice.
“Do you want him here?” I asked her, his hand still on my
breast.
“Maybe.” She said guardedly.
“Because I either have to get his hand off me and get
dressed right away, or something completely different is going to happen here.”
I informed her.
She looked at the two of us; there was along moment of
tension.
It was up to her; she was the wife. My offer was clear, her
husband’s desire obvious. We could make love, or continue to fight.
She stepped closer, leaning her naked body against him. He
wrapped one strong arm around her, and the other around me.
He pulled my slim naked body close, and with his strong hand
between my shoulder blades, he kissed me.
I felt helpless, yet exhilarated; he was so strong! My hands
on his chunky upper body could feel his strength, the thick slabs of military
trained muscle. And I could feel the
powerful beating of his heart, the heat of him, his excitement at this
unexpected event.
Muoy came against his other side, and his mouth left mine to
turn to her; and they kissed!
I was really happy for that. I felt that I had done
something of value, bringing them together; even if it would only be for this
moment.
It was up to Muoy of course. If she wanted me to do it, I
would. If it would help her, if it was her wish, I was willing to let this
[rather attractive] man have his way with me.
Her hand found my naked ass, giving me a silent squeeze of
approval.
I guess I’ve done a lot of writing to justify myself, and
what I did that pale morning in an apartment in Bangkok; I had sex with a man
I’d met only minutes before, with whom I hadn’t exchanged a single word, and
whose name I didn’t even know. Sex with him, and his wife too.
The three of us fell onto the bed, the heavy man more or
less on top of us. I took his face in my hands to steady it as we kissed, as
his wife opened his belt and pulled at his shirt.
He had a slight bit of extra weight around his belly, but
his skin was as smooth as a baby’s; he had practically no body hair, even less
than Mario.
Mouy got out from under to unlace his boots and pull them
off; then his trousers, and he was as naked as we were.
He was standing in front of me for a moment, as I was half
lying on the bed, and his stiff penis was just in front of my face, bouncing
with energy. Without even thinking about it, I took it in my hand and brought
my mouth over it, sucking it in.
It was lovely, I had no qualms at all; it felt perfectly
good to suck this stranger’s penis, its tissue filling my mouth as though that
were what my mouth had really been for all along.
I felt quite proud with myself; I’d never sucked cock before
going down on Bob a day earlier. Elizabeth had told me I should, that it was a
normal part of sex, pleasurable for both parties [but especially the man of
course].
She was right; it was just an attitude I’d somehow developed
with Mario. I didn’t want to suck his cock; I’d been holding back somehow,
denying him that pleasure. But of course I’d also been denying it to myself,
because it was actually very satisfying. My mouth is not more sensitive than my
vagina as such, but has more discrimination; that is, a greater array of sensation.
I feel, taste, smell, and see the erect penis of my lover when I hold it in my
mouth. I can hold it with my hands, lips, teeth, and tongue. I felt like a fool
that I had denied myself this sensation for so long; I could have been doing
this for years already, but I’d only discovered it now, at 18, in a tiny corner
of a strange city in a foreign land, sucking the cock of a complete
stranger. To discover this intimate
thing was exciting, yet tainted; it should have been Mario in my mouth, or Bob.
Not this unknown soldier.
His cock was smaller than the other two I’d known before
that, just a bit bigger than my hand. It
actually felt better in my mouth, it was more comfortable, and didn’t make me
feel nauseous at all.
He pulled his wet dick from my mouth and pushed it straight
between his wife’s open legs. I winced; he hadn’t massaged or kissed her there,
she might have been completely dry.
He didn’t know anything about sex, I realized; even less
than me. That was simultaneously disappointing and reassuring.
I crawled up and lay down alongside her, on my side facing
her. She kissed me and her husband alternately, and then he kissed me too, even
as he was still inside Mouy. It was all a bit odd; it was exciting, but didn’t
seem quite right. It seemed to me that if I was going to have a threesome, it
should involve either Bob or Mario, preferably both of them.
But I was sandwiched between this Thai couple, I was part of
their reunion, and that was worth something.
So when his hand took my knee, and gently lifted it, I
allowed him to open my legs; and when he withdrew from his wife and moved to
put it into me, I just rolled onto my back obligingly, my teenaged thighs
spread wide.
It felt good; his stiff penis slid into me without any
resistance, hot and eager.
Although he was smaller than Bob or Mario, he was at least
as stimulating to me as either of them were. He poked it in and out with great
energy, looking into my young face with just the hint of a smile.
What did he think of this? Coming home to find a foreign
teenager in bed with his wife? Making love with me, a European girl who didn’t
speak his language? I would never know. All I would know of him was this, his
muscular body on top of me, his stiff cock inside me, his hard sharp movements taking
me to the edge.
Curiously, I thought of Mario; why was I betraying him like
this? He had done it, he had done it with the American woman, so why should I
feel this shame?
As I thought of my young boyfriend with the older woman, as
I looked into the eyes of the muscular Thai military man, as his wife touched
my face with her small sensitive hand, I reached climax; I looked into his eyes,
the eyes that betrayed so little emotion, the eyes of a stranger, and I came. My
hands on his back, my legs open wide, his cock deep in my body, my big breasts
crushed against his smooth powerful chest. I came, knowing I shouldn’t, that it
was wrong to be doing this with a stranger, wrong to be between a man and his
wife, wrong to accept his penis into myself. And so very good, too.
He pulled out of me and pushed it back into Muoy as he
started to come himself.
I realized that she had not had an orgasm that morning; and
I felt selfish and stupid.
We lay together for a little while, the silence awkward. I
think we all just wanted to get away from there, we were all feeling a bit
ashamed at what had just happened. They should have been making love with each
other, not with me. My little fantasy about reconciling the two of them had
been false, my young ego covering my selfish desire for pleasure.
I got a ride back out to the airport with him, the military
car dropping me off outside the hotel. In my borrowed skirt and tee-shirt,I
went up to the small room I shared with my 18 year old boyfriend Mario, 35 year
old Elizabeth who was now his lover, and 65 year old Bob, who had seduced me by
dubious means.
I dreaded going back in there; the closeness of the room,
the questions I would be subjected to, Bob’s roving hands, Mario’s hostility.
But I knew I had to. If nothing else, all my clothes were in there, my return
ticket to Italy, and my passport.
I had to knock, since I didn’t have a keycard. Mario opened
the door. There was an uncomfortable moment; he’d barely said a word to me
since he’d walked in on me in the midst of an orgasm, with my arms and legs
wrapped around Bob, his 65 year old penis deep in my 18 year old frame.
For a brief moment, his face was unguarded, and I thought I
saw something there; a smile of welcome? Relief that I was safely back? Then he
scowled at me, and walked back into the room.
I went in and found it odd that it was exactly as it had
been the day before. Bob was sitting on one of the beds with Elizabeth, Mario
was sitting on the other, the TV was on CNN. At least everyone was dressed.
I was different though; since leaving this room the evening
before, I’d made love with a woman for the first time. Five women in fact. I’d
had sex with an Asian man, possibly interfering with an already troubled
marriage.
I got on the bed with Bob and Elizabeth, sitting between
Elizabeth and the wall. We all just watched the TV, mesmerized by the terrible events
in Mumbai. The crumbling government in Thailand and the closed airports here
barely merited a mention.
There was no sex in the room that day, if that’s what you’re
waiting for; and none that night either. Well, not in my bed at least. I slept
with Bob, and he seemed content to just cuddle a little, which was fine with
me. I thought I heard something going on in the other bed; Mario and Elizabeth
at it again, but I didn’t look there. It seemed so immature somehow; He
couldn’t go a day without it, no matter what was going on in the world.
During the two years we were a couple, until we got trapped
in this little room with Bob and Elizabeth, he’d barely ever had to endure 24
hours without sex. And I guess I’d enjoyed myself as well.
But now, in bed with a mature man, with the experiences of
the last couple of days fresh in my mind [amongst other places], I felt it was
good to just relax with a man, and not get all riled up, hot, sweaty, and
sexual.
The next day we all went to breakfast together. I felt there
was some stress between us; Mario kept touching Elizabeth, as if to emphasis to
everyone that they were lovers. Elizabeth didn’t seem to pay much attention to
him, and was more interested in me, trying to get me to reveal to her what had
gone on the night I was away; I hinted at my little homosexual foray, but
didn’t give her any details, and certainly didn’t let her know about the six
lady orgy or the morning after in bed with Mouy and her husband. A girl needs
some privacy.
Instead, I got her to talk to me about Mario.
“Don’t worry about him!” she laughed, “I’m keeping his jets
cooled while you have your fun.”
“He’s so immature.” I said, although we’re the same age.
“He’s a hotty.” She said, “Young guys like him just need a
lot of loving.”
“Are you… enjoying that?”
She laughed and put a hand on my thigh; “Oh god, yes! Now
Bob, he’s got his qualities, but let’s not beat around the bush, the man’s a
fossil. He knows what he wants to do, but he can’t always spare the energy.
You’re getting him at a good moment, he’s stuck here with nothing else to do
except you. Normally, he’s got work and a home life.”
I was surprised that Mario seemed to be getting along with Bob
just fine. I thought he’d hate Bob for what he did to me [ie, he fucked me],
but Mario didn’t seem to be angry with Bob the way he was with me.
I asked Elizabeth what she thought about that.
“It’s the betrayal.” She said. “Who could blame Bob for
having a try for you? You’re so young and sexy, god, I want to have a go
myself! But that you chose Bob over Mario; that’s an insult to a good looking
young guy like him.”
“I didn’t really choose Bob over Mario.” I protested, ” I
just…” I didn’t want to admit that I didn’t even know it was Bob I was having
sex with until we were well into it that morning. Somehow that seemed much more
embarrassing than actually getting caught doing it with him. And it didn’t
really make any difference; when I did turn around and see Bob’s grinning face
behind me, I didn’t object, as I suppose I should have.
“You just wanted to have a try with an older guy, then stay
with Mario.” Elizabeth suggested.
“Yes.” I admitted.
We went back upstairs, my mind ringing with her words; “I’d
like to have a go.”
She was a beautiful woman, and I liked her too. If we could have had some privacy, I was
thinking, it might be fun to make out with her, to get between those long thin
legs of hers, to kiss her generous mouth and run my fingers through her lovely blond
hair.
Elizabeth sat on one bed with Mario, and I sat on the other
with Bob. Bob put his arm around me, and I settled against him. He was a source
of comfort in this week of uncertainty.
I saw what Elizabeth meant; Mario wasn’t interested in our
conversation or the terrible news on the TV, he was only interested in the slim
American lawyer lady. She gave up trying to distract him, and just rolled onto
her front so he could rub her back.
Bob got out his laptop, and started to tap away at
something. I turned off the tv, got out mine. And since I couldn’t think of
anything else to do, started to write the first part of this story, where I
first had sex with Bob. It was useful to write it out; it helped me to define
these happenings in my own mind. My original plan of using it as an English
project ended almost as soon as I started; yet I kept writing in English
anyway. This way, my parents will never read it at least.
I looked up after a while, and I saw that Mario had pulled
off Elizabeth’s trousers; and as if he were alone with her, he was literally
kissing her ass.
She had a nice bottom; impressive for her age. Many thirty-something’s
had let themselves go, but not her. She lifted her hips and opened her thighs
to him, and he pushed his face deep into the cleft.
He’d never gone down on me; maybe I just never asked him to.
I had some regrets I have to admit, regrets that Mario and I had never pushed
our sexual boundaries with each other, the way we were now doing with
strangers.
I tried to concentrate on my writing, but it was hard to
ignore what was going on just a couple of meters in front of me. That I was
writing down my own feelings of a sexual event didn’t make me any cooler. It
was very rude, the way the two of them were going at it as if they were alone
in the room; but of course there were no spare rooms in the place, or, we were
told, in the whole city. We were stuck together there, in many different ways.
“Lick my asshole.” Elizabeth said, breaking a long silence.
Bob looked up from his work.
“Go on, do it.” Elizabeth insisted.
I was interested now; would he obey her? I would never have
talked to a man [or boy] like that, but perhaps I should learn to I was
thinking.
“MMMMM.” The long blond moaned, in clear indication that the
boy at her rear was accepting her orders. “Good boy.”
Bob closed his laptop and watched the other couple openly. I
kept pretending to be busy.
“Stick your tongue right in.” she instructed, “Now run the
tip around the edge. That’s it.”
She spread her knees out wider, opening her rear end to
young Mario’s face. He held her by the hips and pushed his mouth against the
older woman’s bottom.
She laughed and cooed encouragement; after a while, she
turned over and sat up straight, and reaching for his trousers, she pulled them
down as he pulled his shirt off.
She laughed again as she pulled on his stiff cock; it
bounced temptingly in front of her as she stroked my ex-lover’s potent love
lever. I looked, and I couldn’t help but feel jealous and a little angry. Why
was she doing that instead of me? Why had I never really sucked that beautiful
young penis, as she was now doing?
I don’t think I would have ever even thought of watching
another couple have sex, and I would have avoided such a sight if I could have.
And I would have missed something.
Her blond hair swayed forward and back with her movements as
she sat bent forward at the waist, Mario standing before her.
It was erotic to watch them, painful yet exciting. She was
taking my lover from me as I watched, taking him with her hot body, her sharp
mind, and her experienced sexual practices.
She sat up straight again and turned her head to face Bob
and I.
“Bob, would you be a dear and find a condom for us?”
“Sure, honey.” He replied, “Would that be one of the extra
strength ones?”
“Of course.”
“You want the KY too?”
“Yes, thank you.
Bob got a packet and a half flattened tube that looked like
a toothpaste container from his travel bag and handed them to his companion,
then quietly took my laptop from my thighs and set it aside, and wiggled in
behind me, so his back was against the hotel room wall and mine was against his
chest. His arms circled me, his hands on my belly as we watched together.
I felt a mixture of resignation, jealousy, disgust,
fascination, and arousal. If it weren’t for Bob sitting behind me, I would have
gone out for a walk or something. But instead, I watched. I gave up trying to
be decent, which I obviously wasn’t, and surrendered to the moment.
She rolled the condom over his cock; as far as I knew, the first
time he’d worn one. She dabbed a little lubricant onto the first third of it.
Then she flipped herself onto her front, her weight on her knees and shoulders
as she reached her hands back and pulled her ass cheeks open.
“I think you know where to go now, baby.” She said.
“Take it slow, son.” Bob said sagely. “The anus is more
delicate than the vagina, and smaller.”
As if for emphasis, he pushed his fingers against my own
vagina as he advised Mario.
Mario didn’t look at us, but he seemed to be taking the old
man’s experience and advice. He set his eager member against the American ass,
and pushed carefully.
Bob pressed his fingers deeper between my legs as I looked
on, unable to breath for a moment. Mario’s big stiff cock, going in there? Her
ASS?
The boy grunted and pushed, the woman grunted and lay
passively as he penetrated her.
He had wanted this from me; Elizabeth had asked me about it,
and I’d told her, yes, he did. But I didn’t let him. It was probably just as
well, because we didn’t know about the special `anal strength’ condoms, or the
jelly.
“AHHHH!” Elizabeth exclaimed, as Mario squeezed his thing
deep into her.
“Are you alright?” I asked her, concerned that Mario might
be hurting her.
“Yeah, it’s cool, thanks.” She said. “It just takes a minute
to get used to it. Hold still, Mario, just stay there for a minute.”
Her pale face was a bit pink, and she was breathing harder
than normal.
“You should try it too.” She said, looking across at me.
“Yeah.” Agreed bob, rubbing my clit with his fingers through
my clothes.
Mario said nothing, but his eyes were bulging as he began to
force his cock in and out of her.
I was glad we’d never done this together, it obviously took
a bit of knowledge to do it right. Strangely, this all made sense; Mario and
Elizabeth, Bob and me. It was natural, in a weird unnatural way.
“Rub her pussy.” Bob instructed him. “She likes that, don’t
you sweetheart?”
“I sure do.” She agreed.
We were children to them; we knew nothing. Mario did as our
teachers had instructed, leaning over her so his hand could reach around her
thigh to rub her clitoris, as Bob was rubbing mine now.
His fingers knew exactly where to go and what to do; the
frequency, the motion, the pressure just right.
I wondered, when Elizabeth was through with Mario, if he
would also know these things? Would he be a fabulous lover, like Bob, yet with
the energy of a teenager?
“She’s as tight as a fist.” Bob whispered in my ear, “He
won’t last long.”
“AGGGH!” Mario grunted, fulfilling Bob’s prophesy.
He pulled out after a minute, exhausted.
“What about you, Bob?” Elizabeth asked, “Like to have a go?”
Bob chuckled, still stroking my clit even though the show
was over. I hadn’t come or anything, but his fingers did add some pleasure to
the pain.
“Not right now, sweetheart, but I do thank you kindly for
the invite. I need to save my strength.”
I wondered what he was saving it for; well, me, obviously.
“I’ll lick your pussy if you want.” The older man offered as
his girlfriend rolled herself right side up and Mario went into the bathroom to
recover some dignity and clean himself.
“I want Sonia to do that.” She said, looking at me with a
tight smile.
“Go on.” Bob said, pushing me towards her.
With mixed feelings, I stepped onto the floor and then
climbed onto the bed opposite, lowering my face between her open thighs.
I did want her, but not like this; not as a stand in for
Mario, not as a spectacle for Bob. I wanted to be intimate with her, to lie in
her arms and taste her mouth.
She was shaved, her pink opening glistening with need. I
felt pretty confident; I’d done this before, taught by a whole crew of Thai
lesbians how to lick a female. Resignedly, I lowered my face to her pretty
groin.
Her legs closed around my back as I went to it, and soon I
felt her vagina contract, the clit became erect in my mouth, and I could feel
her whole body become tense. The clit pulled inwards, and she was mine, her
body crushing me in passion.
It had only taken a minute, because in fact she had been
nearly there when Mario blew it [as usual]. I wondered if she would have
actually climaxed from what he was doing to her, if he had just gone a little
longer?
I sat up, my face wet from Elizabeth’s fluids, to find Mario
standing behind me, glaring, his cock, half hard, betraying his arousal at what
he’d seen.
I just smiled at him and went to clean my face. I didn’t
want him, I thought to myself. He could just go on with Elizabeth, I was
content with Bob. Bob might not be able to do it twice a day like Mario, but at
least when he did do it, he did it right.
“God damn, that was a hell of a sight. Take your clothes off
and come over here.” He instructed me.
“Say, Mario, you don’t mind, do you?” he asked with [mock] solicitousness.
“Do what you want. She’s nothing to me.” He said.
I felt a flush of anger; how could he say something like
that after all we’d been through together? Does a two year relationship just
end from one second to the next, as though it had never been?
Defiantly, I took my clothes off and got into bed with Bob.
Mario pretended he wasn’t looking, but I knew he was.
Elizabeth stroked his cock with her fingers as Bob made love with me; kissing,
stroking, sucking my willing nipples. I sucked his cock, my new found pleasure,
and then he put it in me and gave me a good seeing to from above, until his old
body was wheezing and huffing from the effort.
I came, digging my fingers into his hairy ass and not
holding back. Let Mario watch, let him see what a man could do!
Bob came inside me; I had mixed feelings about that, but it
wasn’t the first time, so I guess it was a given that he was permitted to.
After a couple of minutes, hearing the sounds from the other
bed, I looked to see Mario back at it with Elizabeth; and after some
preliminary foreplay, they went back to their previous position.
This time, he would go as long as she wanted him to; and we
all knew it.
Bob was exhausted, finished. He would need a day to recover.
Mario was 18, like me; he could fuck all day.
Elizabeth came as he had anal sex with her, his big young
cock deep in her tight ass.
“Well, that’s a role reversal.” Bob said; “A top American
corporate lawyer getting screwed in the butt.”
She pulled away from the boy, then turned over and took the
condom off his penis, before he entered her vagina and did it to her missionary
position for 20 or 30 minutes, bouncing the long legged blond on the hotel bed,
as she cried and came several times.
Bob might be suave and experienced, but I couldn’t ignore
that I missed Mario’s simple but energetic sex.
At last he came again. Then he was done, as weak as the
dirty old man who was watching him, hand on my naked breast.
The evening after that, Bob insisted we all go out to a club
after dinner. He said he’d heard about some really wild place where the local collage
kids went, so we all piled into a taxi and drove into town.
Elizabeth and I had taken at least an hour getting dressed
and made up; the boys just threw on whatever was on top of their suitcases.
I was wearing the fantastic green silk dress that Bob had
bought for me at Muoy’s shop, and Elizabeth was looking hot in a sheer black
cocktail [or cocktease as she preferred to call it] dress that barely covered
her ass.
The place was hopping, filled with hot boys and hotter
girls. There were a few older people there; somehow, they were all men though.
I supposed that this type of place wouldn’t have been considered respectable by
the last generation. But of course, that wouldn’t keep the men from coming in
to ogle the girls.
Elizabeth, Mario, and I went onto the dance floor. There was
flashing black hair all around, Elizabeth was the only blond in the place.
Ice cold air blasted from the AC vents at the dance floor,
the music was good, and the people were in high spirits; it was great. I looked
over at Bob, to see he was sitting with that awful Lek, the ladyboy who had
started all the trouble two nights before in the other club. Suddenly, I knew
where Bob had heard of this one, and I was sure “she” wasn’t just here by
chance.
I looked for Elizabeth, but she was completely oblivious,
dancing and flirting with a bunch of young local guys. I looked back at the
table where Bob was seated, to see that Mario was sitting down with them, very
close to Lek.
What should I do, I wondered? Go confront her, tell her to
get away from my guys? Or let Mario learn a lesson by simply not telling him?
I don’t think anyone would want to hear about something like
that; after all, the ladyboy thing is pretty weird.
But if I’m wrong, send me some mail, and I’ll write about
what happened next; when I learned about anal sex first hand [so to speak].