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First Time with a Bi Couple, Part 1

Had someone told me that I would have 10 days, much less one day, of group sex with a married couple, including sexual activities between men, I would've never believed them. It's not like I had anything against homosexuality, and I knew absolutely nothing about bisexuality at the time. It's that I liked women (my age) who had big boobs and who liked wearing short skirts and heels. Oh, and not to be understated, I liked women who liked to fuck; I was incapable of dating "nice girls" at that time. Was I shallow and vacuous? Absolutely. This all took place in the summer of 1990, when I was 18 years old (about to turn 19). Some say that youth is wasted on the young, and given that context, I agree.

A lot of this story involves bisexuality (between men). If this is not your thing, you might not want to read it.

I'd just finished my freshman year of college. I returned home for the summer where I was a laborer (it paid $9/hr rather than minimum wage, which I believe was $3.35 at the time). I ended up shaving off the "freshman 15 (pounds)" and building a lot of muscle during the summer. Moving heavy stuff and digging trenches will do that for you! At the same time I was on again and off again with my first girlfriend. By the end of July we were finally off, and forever.

I wouldn't say that I was feeling sorry for myself, but I spent a lot of time, when I wasn't laboring, kind of hanging out at my parents' house, playing a lot of guitar, and counting down the days until I returned to college, which was going to happen about 3 weeks after this first took place.

My parents decided to go away for two weeks, returning a few days before I drove myself back to college, and left me alone in the house. They knew that I wasn't going to throw wild parties or anything like that, and since I was newly single and kind of smarting about it, that I wasn't going to be having tons of wild sex in their absence (pre-marital sex was a no-no for both of them, and absolutely forbade it in their house -- not to say that it didn't happen, but they never knew). They asked our next door neighbors, Carol and Jim, to look out for me, primarily because my parents knew that I was incapable of doing most things at that time -- and they were worried that I wasn't going to eat.

I'd known Carol and Jim since I was a baby. They had 5 children, all grown and out of the house by that point. Heck, their oldest daughter used to babysit my siblings and me. We'd have cookouts with them, and basically had open access to their swimming pool in the summer, so long as an adult was supervising.

Having written all of that, I always had a huge crush on Carol, from the time that I recognized the differences between boys and girls. She wore these stylish eyeglasses (what can I say, it's a thing for me), skirts, blouses with that extra button unbuttoned, and stiletto heels. Plus she wore this anklet on her right ankle; at the time I had no idea that there was any significance. Sometimes when we were over at their house swimming, she'd wear a bikini; it was not small nor scandalous, but Carol showing that extra skin always excited me. Carol was always affectionate and touchy-feely with me, and I don't mean that in a creepy way. Nothing inappropriate had ever happened. It's just that I liked it when she'd pat my back or shoulders or tussled my hair. Plus she always smelled *super* nice, like this combination of fruit with an underlying hint of spice.

As far as Jim went, he was a really nice guy, and a good husband and father by all accounts. He was also the strong and silent type. He'd smile a lot and chuckle, but rarely would he say more than a few words. He traveled a lot for his job in construction, but when he was back home I'd often see him shirtless, working in the yard. While I never for a second imagined that I'd end up having sexual experiences with another man, even I would admit that Jim was an attractive physical specimen.

Now, I never pictured myself having any kind of intimate/sexual contact with Carol, much less with Jim. They were a really nice couple in their mid-50s who were also pillars of the community. They were active in their church. They were part of organizations like Rotary Club and the Jaycees. They were involved with various charities. By all accounts they were friendly, normal, and neighborly people. But they also had this whee, little secret, and I was about to find out what it was.

The doorbell rang at 10am on Saturday. I had just rolled out of bed and was wearing nothing but my sleep shorts. I staggered towards the door, bleary-eyed. And there stood Carol. I hadn't seen she or Jim all summer long. When she saw me, her eyes grew wide. "Woke you up, sleepy head?" she joked. I laughed a little bit. Then she walked up to me, threw her arms around me, and gave me a tight hug. Carol invited me over for a swim and a cookout and I said that I'd be over in a little bit.

It was incredibly hot and humid that summer. I looked forward both to hanging out with Carol and Jim and also taking a swim. I donned a t-shirt and my Ocean Pacific bermuda-style swim trunks, grabbed a towel, and headed next door.

I unlatched the gate to their private backyard, as I always did, and Carol and Jim were already prepping the grill and skimming the pool. Carol saw me first and we embraced in another hug. I walked over to Jim and we shook hands. I asked if I could help with anything and they declined. What they were wearing, on the other hand, surprised me.

Sure I'd seen Carol in a bikini before, but this one was a LOT different than the ones that I'd seen her wear before. It was a French-cut style brief that ran high on the hips and plunged in the front. The bikini top had a couple of triangles and lots of strings. I tried not to stare, but you could clearly make out Carol's nipples as they strained at the bikini top. Plus Carol was wearing these high-heeled sandals; they brought out the muscles in her calves and really accentuated her nice, round butt. It's not like she was wearing a Wicked Weasel bikini or a thong or anything like that, but for it's time the bikini that she was wearing was considered risque. As for Jim, he was wearing a Speedo, and was naked otherwise. You could clearly make out his endowment. My god, why was I looking at his endowment?! Plus, he was muscular, tan, shiny, and... apparently hairless. His chest was completely bare. I remembered when I used to see him working in their yard, and he wasn't like that then. Regardless, I felt overdressed for the occasion, but that too was about to change.

I dipped my feet into the pool while they finished their prep work. The sun was scorching! Carol summoned me to the back porch, so it was nice to have a respite from the sun for a bit, and offered me a beer. You see, my parents were conservative and religious people, but on the other hand my dad also liked having me home for the summer, so the basic rules were moderation/don't get sloppy, don't offer beer to friends in their home or elsewhere, and don't drive (I gave them the keys after I had even a sip of beer). Carol reminded me of the rules then cracked a beer for me. We clinked bottles and soon Jim joined us and cracked one as well.

Even though they were both more than half naked, the conversation was completely normal, well, until two things happened. First, Carol asked if anybody wanted margaritas. Admittedly, I didn't know what a margarita was at that time, but as she described it, this frozen concoction certainly sounded delicious. She went inside to make a batch, and seemed to be gone forever. Jim just sat there, staring at me, kind of chuckling to himself about nothing in particular. All he said the whole time was, "want another beer?" As we both started our second beers, he just kept taking swigs of his beer from this long-neck bottle, visibly manipulating the opening of the bottle with his lips, before subtly licking his hips -- then staring at me again.

Finally Carol returned with a big pitcher and three glasses. She told me to go easy as the drink was strong, and reminded me that driving was out of the question. Thanks, mom! The first sip was mind blowing, and it hit me right away: the ice cold beverage traveling into my overheated body, the sting of tequila in my throat. It was a sweet yet seductive beverage, and tried as I might, I was having an issue pacing myself. The buzz came quickly and for the first time ever when consuming alcohol I became incredibly horny out of the blue. I felt that my body was defying me in some way, and that's saying a lot because I was *always* horny back then.

Second, the sun had shifted, and was hitting the back of my neck and my back. I began sweating profusely, and my t-shirt had become obviously soaked. Carol took note of this and asked if I was okay. Thank goodness that I wasn't slurring my speech; else, I would've been cut off. But Carol wouldn't let it go, bluntly insisting that I was wearing way too many clothes, and that I'd feel much better if I wasn't wearing a t-short or those "long shorts". She implored me to go inside with Jim and that he'd take care of me. I tried to insist that I was doing fine, but she was still having none of it. Jim took her cue, stood up, tapped me on the knee, and made an unambiguous gesture with his hand that I should follow him.

When we got to their master bedroom, it adorned with mirrors on two walls and their closet door (I had never seen their master bedroom before), Jim rummaged through a drawer in a large bureau dresser, finally pulling out a garment and tossing it on to the bed. "It's new," he said. "Never worn. You can keep it." He turned on his heel and left the room, pausing before he closed the door behind him. "Well, I'll leave you to it then." The garment that he'd tossed on to the bed was a... Speedo bikini (for men), a lot like the one that he was wearing, but only in black. I held the Speedo in front of me. In comparison to my existing trunks, it was barely there.

Plus, just seeing a Speedo up close and feeling its silky fabric brought back a lot of memories. My aunt (not blood, but my uncle's wife) stayed with us one summer when I was a freshman in high school. She was (and still is) a gorgeous woman. I loved the way she dressed (heels, short skirts, dresses, tight everything, the works) and like Carol, she smelled excellent at all times. At that time we were about the same height and physical stature, like right before I had this huge growth spurt. My parents started leaving me at home by myself late in my freshman year of high school, including if they wanted to have an overnight elsewhere. Long story short, I became very curious about my aunt's wardrobe, in particular what she wore under her clothes. My investigations did not disappoint. The number of tiny, sheer, leopard print, silky panties in her collection was an excellent find. Same went for her bras, heels, and something I discovered that I know today as being thigh high stockings. I would often wear her clothing, including her heels, when I had the house to myself for an extended amount of time. I did not look good, but as a tactile person, it certainly felt amazing. As I stood there daydreaming, trying to convince myself to parade around my neighbors -- they were practically family -- wearing next to nothing, these memories about my aunt came flooding back to me as I continually rubbed the silky material of the Speedo between my thumb and index finger.

The other issue was that I was totally and completely rock hard, and I'd left a spot of precum visibly on the front my existing trunks. It was always that way with me (and to a certain extent still is); see or feel something exciting, instantly sprout an erection, go deep in my thoughts about that exciting thing, then start pouring precum profusely. So I had to think myself down, hoping to be able to wear this Speedo without further incident; the garment was small enough where it was readily apparent that erections had nowhere to hide, and no, not even with side piping. Finally I thought about how my ex-girlfriend pissed me off about being "boy crazy" and all of her cheating. It took a bit, but I finally felt the plop of myself going soft. I quickly shucked my trucks and pulled on the Speedo. I was still wearing my t-shirt, and the combination of attire looked stupid, kind of like wearing sandals with socks, but in this case with a heck of a lot less socks. So I took the t-shirt off.

As soon as the silky fabric of the Speedo touched my ultra-sensitive penis head, I shot right up again. There I stood, staring at my mostly naked form in my barely-dressed neighbors' mirrored master bedroom, looking at my erection posting up this Speedo like it was some kind of pup tent. Good grief. I pictured my mother yelling at me, screaming, "WHAT WOULD THE NEIGHBORS THINK?!" Well, mom, the neighbors were about to find out. I resorted to flicking my scrotum with my thumb and middle finger, not enough to bring myself to my knees in pain, but certainly enough where for the second time in the last two minutes that I felt myself go soft with a plop.

I'd left my towel outside, so they were going to see me in all of my glory. I folded my clothes and left them on the counter of the guest bathroom. I grabbed a glass of water in the kitchen as my mouth was now bone dry, gulped it down, then went outside. "Oh, sweetie!" Carol exclaimed, rushing out of her chair. "I was just about to check on you. You were gone forever. Are you feeling OK?" She put her hand on my forehead. I didn't really know how to explain my absence away. "Oh, I don't know, Carol. This Speedo is obscene and it feels like my dick is practically hanging out. Yet it excites me. I think that you're both sexy. And I nearly showed up here with a massive erection until I flicked myself in the scrotum non-stop for 30 seconds." Certainly that wasn't going to fly, so I just said that she was right about the sun having an impact on me and that I needed to relax for a bit, I thanked Larry for the suit and that it was making a difference, and finally that I had a refreshing glass of water and that I felt just fine.

Carol was also relieved that it wasn't caused by the alcohol, and offered to make a fresh pitcher of margaritas. She also said that she'd bring out some snacks. She also complimented the way that I looked in the Speedo, telling me that it suited me, and asked Jim, who then raised his beer as a toast to this monumental event, before nodding his head in agreement. Then she disappeared back into the house again. Jim offered me another beer in my absence, and continued just eyeing me up and down, more so now that I was wearing barely anything at all. This time around, while a bit awkward still, his eyes on me were starting to excite me. My mind started wandering, thinking about what he'd look like naked. Two months earlier I'd been fucking and fighting with my big-titted girlfriend, thinking not at all about men in a sexual way. Now this. What was happening to me?! Even after feeling (mostly) sober, I also felt dizzy and weak in the knees.

Finally Carol returned. Another pitcher of margaritas ensued along with a veggie plate and some dips. The second batch of margaritas were a lot stronger than the first. I heard a horn and the buzz train was quickly nearing the station. What had been in an innocuous conversation about grades and what classes I'd be taking next year and life goals and so on suddenly changed gears to more personal topics. "Are you still dating Melissa?" Carol asked.

I said that we broke up but didn't provide any details. Then Carol asked me how we got together in the first place. "Such a pretty girl," Carol told me.

"She was sexy," Jim chimed in.

"Larry, don't be crass," Carol corrected.

"Well, she was," Jim shrugged.

Carol sighed, and started staring into space while playing with her necklace. Finally she snapped out of it and said, "sweetie, you were telling me how you got together with Melissa?"

I demurred once again, and Carol corrected me. "Son, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it, and we can move on, but one thing I always insisted with my boys was brutal truth, and that's what I insist on having from you as well. Oh, and believe you me, we've known your parents forever, and we won't tell them a single thing... about anything."

About anything? What did that mean?

I took a deep breath and let it all out, telling the story about how Melissa needed a ride home from work, I happened to have one of my parents' cars that night, I'd been hot for her for two years before then, she offered me a beer at her parents' house, we ended up skinny dipping (me for the first time), and then she seduced me, breaking my virginity. Sip after sip, margarita after margarita, probing question after question from Carol, I ended up telling a sordid sexual tale that I had never told a soul before, down to the grand finale where I fucked Melissa on my bedroom floor, she wearing nothing but heels, the day before I left for college, she imploring me to cum inside of her -- to "make a woman out of her". So I did that part multiple times as well.

Carol got out of her chair and gave me a hug, her cleavage practically smothering my face. I didn't mind, of course. "Thank you sweetie for sharing that with us. It took a lot of courage. Sexuality is something that should be cherished... in its many forms." She gave me a peck on the forehead.

"Sounds like this young man has realized that pools can have a seductive effect," Jim quipped.

Even though we all laughed, I grew beet red. Between the booze, my disclosures about sexual activity, and Carol's remark about sexuality, I was absolutely floored. "Uh, I think that I'd like to swim for a bit, if that's okay." I got up from my chair and jumped into the pool. I definitely needed to cool down a bit, both literally and figuratively. When I was done, I was going to regroup with Carol and Jim. While I was still super tentative about what just took place, at the same time I was intrigued. I was kind of hoping that Carol would bring up the subject of sex again. Instead, neither of them was to be found. Maybe they went into the house or something.

I started to doze off on one of those back-reclining chairs by the pool when Carol startled me by nudging me on the arm. She had a pitcher of margaritas in one hand, two glasses in the other, and a bottle of suntan lotion under one of her arms. "Sweetie, you're going to burn to a crisp on a day like this if you don't put this on." I reached for the bottle. Instead, she handed me a margarita and told me that she'd take care of it for me. She cranked down the recliner back of the chair and knelt behind me on one knee. It started innocently enough. She oiled and massaged my shoulders and back. It was when she was still behind me and massaging my front that things took their first exciting turn of the afternoon. She started with my clavicles and breast bones, then on to my neck and sides. She wasn't whispering directly in my ear, but she was close enough where she kept asking how I was doing and how it felt and that didn't want me to burn. For reasons I cannot explain, she started paying particular attention to my nipples. Now I had always felt that my nipples were completely useless. Yeah, I'd look weird without them, but it's not like they served any other purpose. And yet as Carol kept tweaking them with the slick suntan lotion, waves and waves of pleasure, like electric shocks, kept rocking my body. I could no longer control my penis, and I was visibly hard. Carol clearly saw this, whispering to me that it's only natural and nothing to be ashamed of. Once she reached my lower belly, her hand went under the waistband at least a couple of times, this doing nothing to help me get rid of my erection. It's not like she was millimeters close to my penis or anything, but the plunging front of my Speedo provided a lot less real estate between the waistband and my most private part. Having written that, I was enjoying this immensely. I cannot lie. It was fantastic. But it ended as surprisingly as it started. Carol was basically like, "okay, you're good. Gotta get back in and help Jim with dinner. Steak on the grill tonight plus sides. I'll come get you in an hour or so if you aren't in already."

After my impromptu massage / semi sex act, I was pooped. So I closed my eyes and was quick to doze off. Carol woke me again; the sun was starting to set. She told me to take a shower in the guest bathroom and that there was a towel waiting for me, oh, and also she was washing my clothes because they were "yucky". I got back in the house and rinsed my mouth with some mouthwash that they had in the medicine cabinet, using my finger as a toothbrush. When I finished my shower, I hanged my Speedo over the shower curtain, wrapped myself in a towel, and headed towards the kitchen. I wondered if my clothes were ready yet. Carol was still wearing her bikini and sandals, and Jim was wearing a towel just like me.

"My compliments on our matching outfits," Jim quipped. Then he laughed to no one in particular.

Carol said that she'd just put the load of laundry into the dryer and that it would be done in an hour, possibly once we finished with dinner. I asked if they needed help, and once again they declined. Each place setting had a glass of red wine, what type it was I did not know. It was just dark. And red.

Dinner was lovely, and although I didn't care for the wine (back then I thought that it was too bitter), the wine in and of itself gave me this feeling of calm, a calmness that I had not felt since before I opened their backyard gate earlier in the day. I asked if they needed any help cleaning up, and once again they thanked me for my offer... but declined.

They said they would clean everything up, that I should just sit in the living room on this leather, L-shaped sectional couch, and that they wanted to talk with me some more. I heard the dryer buzz, and the rattling of dishes in the kitchen. Jim appeared first and plopped down to the right of me. Carol, after having put my clean and folded clothing on one of the end tables next to the couch, sat down on my other side. As usual, she did most of the talking.

She thanked me again for being honest earlier, and for telling them both such a wonderful story. Then she asked if they had made me feel uncomfortable that day, or if I was feeling uncomfortable at that moment. She reminded me about brutal truth, so I admitted that I was feeling uncomfortable. She asked me if I was feeling uncomfortable in a bad way, or if I was nervous or excited and that was leading too my discomfort. As I looked at the floor, I nodded in the affirmative. She kept asking these questions, each one building on the intensity of the last. She asked me if she personally had made me uncomfortable on that day, and asked why. I admitted that I liked the way that she looked in her bikini, and that her heels were very pretty. She asked if I thought she was pretty, and I told her that she was very pretty. She asked me if Jim had made me feel uncomfortable, and asked why. I admitted that Jim was very fit and that his "suit" looked good on him. She asked me if I thought that Jim as attractive, and I said that he was very handsome. She asked if I was attracted to Jim, and I said that I was attracted to Jim. At that point I sensed that Carol and Jim were looking at one another and that something was about to happen. Boy, was it.

Carol put her index finger under my chin and turned my head towards her. She kissed me, nice, gentle, and lingering, right on the lips. Then she pulled away and looked me in the eyes, raising one eyebrow, and gave me a questioning look. My eyes grew wide in shock, then I just nodded my head. Carol went for a more aggressive kiss, glancing my lips with her tongue before I opened my mouth for full on tongue-on-tongue pleasure. "Mmm," she said, after breaking our very sexy kiss. "You're such a great kisser. But I think that Jim is feeling left out." Wait, what?

Like Carol had done, Jim put his finger on my chin and turned my head towards him. But instead of a slow kiss like Carol's and my first kiss, he was more deliberate, his kiss a lot hungrier, more "manly". I could not believe how much I was enjoying this newly found territory. I could not believe that I found myself feeling very submissive, waiting on the edge of my seat to see exactly what was going to happen next. I couldn't believe that things had gone this far this fast. Heck, I couldn't believe that anything had happened at all. It was a dream come true, well, except for my interactions with Jim; that part was totally unexpected.

My cock shot up under the towel. I could feel its sensitive head scraping against the coarse towel as I became aroused. Eventually the feeling of the coarse towel on my sensitive head was replaced by the warm, wet, slickness as precum started pouring out of me yet again.

I kept alternating between kissing Carol and Jim. Their hands and mouths alternately kissed my ears, my neck, my nipples. Their hands were touching my thighs, glancing, tweaking, playing with my nipples. Carol, in a sultry (yet at the same time, reassuring) voice, kept telling me how I was such a nice, handsome, young man, and how appreciative they were that I was sharing my body and this experience with them.

The more that I interacted with Jim, the more comfortable I became. Soon my hands started roaming his chest, his nipples, I touched his thighs, and kissed his neck. Carol getting off the couch distracted me from my newly found pleasures. She reached behind her, unclasped her bikini top, and tossed it on to a recliner next to the couch. Then she hooked her thumbs underneath her bikini bottoms and pulled them down, navigating them around her sexy heeled sandals, and tossed them over on to the recliner, falling next to her bikini top. Carol's body was a sight to behold. Melissa's body had been sexy, muscular, and taut. But then again, we were both young. Carol's body was curvy and mature. Sure, her tits and belly had a little bit of sag. But her areolas were huge with this light pink color, her nipples stuck out like pencil erasers, her hips flared out such that you could see daylight between her labia and her upper thighs (the "thigh gap"), her legs were muscular and thin. Plus her entire pubic region was bare, and it was blowing my mind. As I reached adult age, I was excited to see what full bush looked like up close, and I finally enjoyed seeing it over and over with Melissa. It seemed like being bare down there, as an adult, was wrong in some way, but at the same time it excited me and I loved the way that it looked.

Carol was a work of art. Jim wasn't too shabby either! Plus, on that night, I realized that I was attracted to other sexual people. This was so, so, so hot.

Jim undid his towel, lifted up his hips, and tossed the towel on to the same recliner as Carol's discarded bikini. He too was bare down there. His penis was thin but veiny, and easily 8". His erection bobbed north to south as he too was breathing heavily.

Carol reiterated how much they were enjoying my company, and how I was a nice, handsome, young man, then asked if I would be willing to show them what was under my towel. I nodded slowly, and for a variety of reasons. First, I had never done this before. Second, I wasn't sure if I should be doing any of this, even though it felt so right. Third, I suddenly felt self conscious about my pubic hair. I wasn't an overly hairy male, but at the same time, my pubic hair was totally thick and unruly. Here were Carol and Jim looking all smooth and lovely, and there I sat with a jungle in between my legs. Still, I went with it. I'd already gone this far. Carol said, "let me," before tugging at where I'd tucked in the towel, opening it up for all to see. I was smaller than Jim, average sized, but thick and veiny, and precum was visibly pouring out of me -- as it always did when I was super excited. And believe me, it didn't take much to excite me back then. It still doesn't.

Carol continued with her reassuring talk. "Oh, my. Look Jim at how thick he is. Mmm." She dabbled her index finger and ran it over the copious amount of precum that had gathered on my sensitive penis head. My body visibly shuddered. She brought the index finger to her lips and licked the clear, smooth liquid off of her index finger. Then she did it again and fed it to Jim. "Mmm, he's so mild and tasty, isn't he Jim?" Jim just nodded his head and smiled. Carol kept running her fingernails on the underside of my extremely sensitive penis head. I couldn't stop moaning and arching my back. My physical response had never happened to me before. I was absolutely thrilling to experience new. Just like that my heart was racing and my knees were shaky and weak. I thought that I was going to pass out. I loved the feeling. Carol shifted on the couch, bent down, and tongued my penis head. I groaned again.

Jim reached over and grabbed my penis in his fist and started pumping it up and down. The pleasure was intense, and I kept thrusting my hips off the couch as I had intercourse with his closed hand. Carol started frenching me again, whispering in my ear that it was okay if I "touched Jim 'there', too". So I reached over and took him in my fist, and pumped him in the same way that he was pumping me. Carol and Jim continued to alternate in kissing me.

Carol slid off the couch and got in between my legs. Jim removed his hand, and Carol practically swallowed my cock as she started blowing me. Her slurping sounds were loud, and the circular motion she kept making around my penis head was sensational. She twisted my cock with her hand as she blew me. It was an amazing new sensation. Carol was visibly playing with her pussy, fingering herself as she sucked me.

After a few minutes of this, she disengaged her mouth from me, and still holding my penis by its base, and looked over at Jim while waggling my penis to and fro. Jim got off the couch and took Carol's place between my legs. He started blowing me, and it was a lot more deliberate than Carol. He took me all the way into his mouth, like all the way to my base, and as he pulled back to go back down on my, he'd strike me with his tongue. Again I kept lifting my hips off the couch, as I fucked his mouth. I could not believe how mind blowing it was so see another man have oral sex with me for the first time. Jim jerked off as he had me in his mouth.

Carol slid up alongside me, and started playing with my nipples again, intermittently frenching me and whispering in my ear. She kept saying things like, "is this your first blow job from a man? It's so lovely to watch your precious first time. Isn't Jim a great cocksucker? We are so glad that you decided to share your body with us. This excites you, doesn't it? I can tell that you love it. etc." What finally brought me over the edge was when she said, "I think that Jim would love to taste your young seed." And then I lost it, like totally lost it. It was a gigantic load and it went right down his throat, and what was around the sides of his mouth, Carol licked off then fed me. I had never tasted cum of any type before, and admittedly it wasn't bad.

Jim stood up, continuing to jerk off, then came all over my penis and his cum splattered up my chest. Carol fed both of us his cum, and we all kissed again. Then they toweled me off.

Thing is, I finally came down from my hours' long high, and started to panic. Oh my god, what did I just do?! I thought about how mad my parents were be, how immoral they thought of same-sex activities, how adultery was wrong, basically the gamut of biases. My heart was racing and I felt faint. I muttered a bunch of things, but got off the couch and started throwing my clothes back on before literally running next door to my parents' house and locking the door. They tried to be encouraging and to calm me down, but I literally freaked out and ran.

However, tomorrow would be a new day, and there's a LOT more story to tell.

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