From bfischl@frontiernet.net Tue May 06 06:31:05 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!feed1.news.erols.com!news.idt.net!usenet.logical.net!node2.frontiernet.net!usenet From: Bob Fischl <bfischl@frontiernet.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: NEW!!NEW!! Bea's Stories - Susan's Story (ffm) Date: Tue, 06 May 1997 11:31:05 +0100 Organization: Frontier Internet Rochester N.Y. (716)-777-SURF Lines: 538 Message-ID: <336F0869.108C@frontiernet.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: usr3-231.dial.roc.frontiernet.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 2.01 (Macintosh; I; 68K) SUSANıS STORY By Bea Fishle From a distance, people always thought Susan was attractive. She had a shapely body but also a somewhat solid, muscular build. Close up, her face was pretty but not beautiful in a classic sense. Her sassy green eyes were most penetrating, as if she could stare down anyone who might dare her. She was a tomboy in some ways and hardly a slave to fashion she loved to wear hole-in-the-knee jeans, gaudy tee shirts and large, revealing tank top tees. But Susan could also be a prissy little bitch. Although she usually did so with dread, she could dress up and look quite stunning. When she flashed that bright smile and those sparkling eyes, she was the perfect flirt. Cute is a word you might think of to describe Susan in that femme state. But never, never, ever say she was cute to her face. Sheıd turn on you in a minute for saying a dumb thing like that because it showed your ignorance of her. ³Iım not cute,² sheıd command, her nostrils flaring. In fact, she was a woman who told you straight out how and where the sun was shining. But Susan was an enigma in more ways than just her appearance. She used her talents quite mercilessly to fluster the local boys who were always trying to put the make on her. ³Wonıt they ever learn,² sheıd laugh to herself. Sure, there had always been snickers about her from the time she was little. ³So boyish,² people would say behind her back. Others called her a dyke, especially those boys who felt humiliated by her rejection of their advances. But Susan didnıt care. She was her own person, someone who would do just about anything and the hell with whoever might stand in her way. Susan was also the kind of woman who could be your best friend for the rest of your life. I met Susan at the Plaza Club, a Rochester work out facility and gym. It was a health club frequented by gays and lesbians but it also had a straight crowd, too. When I first saw Susan, she was wearing a bright green tank tee shirt with no bra. Every time she bent over to pick up the barbells, silent eyes around the room would turn to catch a glimpse of her shapely, perky breasts. She loved flashing the world this way and reveled at the attention. Thatıs how it all happened. I was doing Nautilus exercises on the main floor when Susan set up the bench press next to me. She lay on the bench, planted her feet on the ground and spread her legs. She reached up for the bar and started doing bench presses. As she pumped, Susanıs tee shirt tightly gripped the front of her chest. I stared when I thought she wasnıt looking and then turned away when our eyes met. I still donıt know what attracted me to her. But there was something about her that made me look. And then I noticed that...she was looking at me, too. People have always told me that Iım not too hard on the eyes. Iım about 5ı7² and weigh around 120 lbs. most of the time. Iım not loaded up top, but at 34C-24-34 my clothes donıt look bad on me, either. That day I chose to wear black tights, a wild color-print leotard and a mid-ruff tee shirt. The leotard was one of those sexy cuts. The whole style was jokingly referred to as fanny flossı because it looked like a wee little bit of fabric was wedged between the cheeks of my ass. It usually got itıs fair share of second looks, too from both the men and the other women. I could see that Susan was trying to be inconspicuous as she looked me over from head to toe. I was always the epitome of femininity (my motherıs words), yet I found myself strangely pulled to Susan. She was like a man and a woman at the same time. Maybe thatıs what drew me to her. My life had always been somewhat unusual but today all that would change. Susan saw to that. We traded glances as Susan bench pressed 100 pounds of weight. Her entire body would tense with each thrust. I felt a tingling of anticipation as her breath forced her chest to rise, her points poking through the thin fabric of her loose tee shirt. She lay on the bench panting, eyes closed, straining under the weight. At first, I just glanced her way. Then I stared open-mouthed. As she reached to put the barbell on the stand, her left nipple peeked out from the corner of her tee shirt. At that moment, she met my gaze with a silent challenge, as if daring me to look even more. Then she rolled toward me, giving me a full view of both breasts as she climbed off the bench. ³See anything you like,² she said in a mocking tone. I smiled and quickly retorted ³Yeah, it seems like you do have a couple of good points, in spite of what everyone says.² Susan let out a loud guffaw, as if sheıd just heard the worldıs funniest joke. She sidled over to me and put her arm around my shoulder. Then she pulled back my tee shirt top and looked right down at the cleavage underneath. ³Seems like youıve got the right stuff. So what else does everyone say?² she asked seriously but her smile belied her intentions. I blushed furiously and looked around the room to see if anyone else had seen what just happened. A few other people were on the floor but they were all busy doing sit-ups or working on their bodies. I turned my gaze back to Susan. ³My nameıs Bea... and are you always so forward when you first meet someone?² She eyed me appreciatively, ³Only to those who stare at my tits,² she replied without taking her gaze off mine. My heart raced and my pulse zoomed. I felt flush all over but especially red in the face as I turned away from her gaze. That seemed to arouse Susanıs interest even further and she smiled. ³Blushing, dearie, now do tell me whatever for?² My lips pursed, I looked over at Susan. How I wanted her... I wanted to rip off her shorts and walk my fingers all over her. Could she sense it? Did she know? Susan noticed my silence and put her hand on my shoulder. ³Sorry, I didnıt mean to...² ³Oh you didnıt,² I said falteringly, ³I just have never met anyone like you.² Susan studied me for a minute. ³Do you mean because Iım a lesbian?² she asked forthrightly but defensively. This time it was my turn to feel chagrined. ³Oh no, I figured that but itıs just that youıre so honest and quick, too.² Susan relaxed her sweat slick shoulders. ³And that doesnıt scare you?² she asked. Without hesitating I looked at her and smiled. ³No, in fact, Iım more than a little turned on.² Susan took my hand and led me to the locker room. I felt a heat between my legs at her touch and was grateful when we were finally well inside. She walked over to a locker stall, pulled open the drape, and stepped in. She sat down on the dressing bench and then proceeded to strip off her tee-shirt. She motioned for me to come in and do the same. After a quick look around, I stepped in and stretched the drape behind me. I pulled my arms out of the tee shirt and popped it off my head. Then I tugged the shoulder straps of the leotard down around my arms. Susan reached over and quickly pulled the straps from my arm, revealing my smooth up-turned breasts. ³My, my,² she said approvingly, ³the good Lord was very good to you.² She stroked the awakening tips of my nipples. Sparks jolted through me at her touch. Over and around the two small pink patches until there was no question about my state of arousal. I reached over to touch her swaying breasts and felt her nipples stiffen slightly. Susan stood upright as she reacted to my touch. I slowly caressed the sides of her arms and worked my way over to her luscious mounds. My fingers flickered softly and I began to squeeze her now erect nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Susan moaned slightly and closed her eyes. At the same time, she started pulling at the end of my leotard. I cupped her left breast with my one hand and used the other to pull the leotard off. It fell silently to the floor and I stepped out of it. I quickly peeled off the tights and stood standing only in a high-cut pair of panties. Susan opened her eyes and looked at me lustily. With a quick motion, she pulled off her shorts and panties at the same time, revealing a billowy mound of curly brown hair. She looked at me and began toying with the elastic waistband of my pantyhose. As she tugged at the top, she slipped her other hand over my swelling mound and began to play with the fabric that outlined the curves of my lips. My panties were soaking up my juice and I felt a large wet spot run from the tip of my clit to the bottom of my slit. My pulsating lips were already gorged and nearly exploded as she edged her finger under the material. I gasped as she pulled the fabric back. ³You shave?² she asked incredulously as her finger felt the smooth outline of my mound. ³I just started doing it. Do you like it?² I asked a little sheepishly. ³Like it,² she mumbled as her tongue parted the edges of my slit and started to explore, ³I love it. Youıre so smooth, so accessible.² I laughed as I bent over to remove my now soaked panties. ³Well here, let me make this even more accessible.² I lay back on the bench and spread my legs open wide until my feet rested on each side of the stall. Susan took one long loving look at the cleanly shaved pussy before her and I looked back at her full breasts and juice-soaked pouting lips that were concealed only by a flurry of fur. ³Oh, how I want you,² Susan exclaimed as she let out her breath. ³Take me, take me,² I purred. With a sassy smile Susan reached over and kissed me hard on my mouth. I fondled her breasts and slid my hand down her belly, feeling the fire rising in her. Her strong, muscular thighs were straining as she licked her way down to my swelling slit. She stopped to suckle my right orb and I reached up with my arms to embrace her solid frame. Susan felt so good to my touch. I admired her strength and her confidence. As I swirled her thick pubic hair around my finger I could sense her readiness. Slowly, I shifted my position and edged down to the top of her clit, gently rubbing the rising knob. Susan let out a throaty ahhhhhhh as my fingers parted her soaking lips and pushed into the warm, throbbing depths of her folds. As Susan arched her back toward my open palm she pushed her pussy onto my dripping hand. She looked over to me as my fingers finished finessing her wholly heaving hips. ³Here, let me help you up,² Susan said as she pulled me toward her. As I stood up my hand traced her skin from the outer edges of her slit, up past her belly button, until it settled on the crook of her hip. I ran my finger to her mouth and touched the tip of her nose. The light reflected off her emerald eyes and cast a soft glow about her face. ³Iıd love to get you off,² Susan softly spoke after a moment. She gently grasped the sides of my head with both her strong hands. She pulled my face close and held my eyes captive to her rich, verdant gaze. She kissed me long and feverishly. I wrapped my arms around her broad back and then pulled aside her momentarily to get a full view. ³I wish you would,² I said lustily. With that, Susan motioned for me to sit on the dressing bench. My pussy tingled with anticipation as she dropped to her knees and pushed my shoulders back against the wall. As I settled, she spread my petals opened and lovingly ran her tongue up one edge, then the other. The heat began to mount. The fire spread inward from the edge. My pussy dripped as Susan pushed back the hood of my clit with her tongue and slowly swirled it. Her other hand supported my small, smooth ass and she kept running her hand over the globes and into the crack. Her tongue lashed at the tip of my clit until it stood ready and pulsing in the soft light. Susanıs mouth covered the entire length of my hairless slit as her tongue whirled deeper and deeper. She inserted two fingers into my folds and slowly worked them up my pussy. Her mouth spread fire while her fingers worked their magic. ³Oh, harder, harder. Fuck me,² I softly moaned down to her. ³Oh lick my clit, yes...yes...right there. Ohhhhh.² The first peak made me quiver and a torrent gushed between my legs. Susan expertly worked her fingers and pushed up hard and deep within me. Her thumb found my throbbing knob and she pressed it softly into the hooded fold. ³Oh, Iım coming...ohhhhh....² I cried out quietly. Susan alternated between her tongue and her fingers until she felt my legs tense and flush. The jolts surged through me in waves. Her hand tightened and loosened in time with my contractions. As my pussy pulsated in passionate abandon, Susan ran her tongue one last time up my slit. ³Ohhhh. Ahhhhhh. Oh more, more. Ahhhhhhhh.² Up I raced in a giddying gush of hot magma as the last wave landed. My pussy was soaked and dripping. Warmth penetrated me from end to end and made me feel so dreamy, so cared for in a special way. After a few moments the heat began to subside and I sat up slowly. Susan was still on her knees before me. My pussy juice coated her nose and mouth. She looked so lovely from that perspective. Her mouth merely inches from my silky smooth, soft slit. ³Can I return the favor,² I said as I shifted position so that my glistening mound reflected in her eyes. Susan smiled up at me and sat back so that she was looking directly at my bald lips. ³Sure,² she said with a slight drawl, ³but letıs save it for a little later, OK?² I sighed contentedly as I propped myself up on my elbows. ³Letıs take a shower and go over to my place,² I said softly, ³weıve got a great hot tub.² Susan pondered the proposal for a second and then with a questioning look said ³Whoıs we.² As we prepared to take a shower, I told Susan about me and Bobby. She was genuinely interested and surprised. ³The way you just behaved back in the locker room, I was sure you were gay,² Susan said as she soaped up. ³Is Bobby home now?² The shower steamed and billowed the drape of the stall we shared together. ³No, heıs been gone on a TV shoot for the last week and isnıt due back for another week.² I said dejectedly. ³You mean heıd leave you alone for two weeks?² Susan smiled brazenly, ³that could lead you into temptation, you know.² I giggled and ducked my head under the streaming shower head. ³Have you and he, and say, somebody else ever done anything together?² Susan asked after finishing her hair. I rinsed the last of the soap and turned off the shower. ³Bobbyıs always wanted to but Iıve been too chicken,² I said nonchalantly, ³have you?² Susan threw me a towel and I dried my wet belly, softly rubbing the cloth between my legs. ³No, I never have. I donıt think itıs evil or immoral or anything. Can you imagine? Me believing some thing or some one else is immoral!² Susan paused thoughtfully. ³But Iım not into men, either. The other lesbians I know wouldnıt even consider a threesome. But Iıd consider three women.² I looked over at Susanıs muscular body and straight back. The spectrum of light softened the total image of her as it fell across her bodyıs curves. She was so nice, so honest. I wanted to hug and squeeze her right then and there. ³So, are you up for a hot tub?² I asked while running my tongue over my lips. Susan smiled and looked over at me. ³Letıs go for it. Where do you live?² We walked back into the locker room and quickly dressed. ³Just follow me,² I instructed Susan as we left the Plaza Club. ³Iım over in the Park Avenue area. We always liked the city better than the burbs.² A quick stroll brought us to our cars and in a few minutes we arrived at my house. After grabbing a couple of Diet Cokes, we went into the greenhouse room where the tub was bubbling away. ³Do you keep this thing on all the time,² Susan asked. ³No, I just turned it on before leaving today. I figured Iıd want a nice hot soak after the gym but I had no idea it would be such a great workout.² Susan chuckled as she settled into a chair by a big blooming plant. ³This is beautiful,² she said admiringly, ³what is it.² I turned and smiled. ³Oh, you mean my clivea,² I beamed. ³Certainly do,² Susan smiled back, ³but what about the plant?² I laughed at the intended pun and sat on the edge of the foaming hot tub. ³I just got it to bloom this year,² I said proudly. Susan smiled and stretched out in the chair, her one leg dangling over the arm. ³You sure have a nice place here. Did you buy it this way?² Susan asked. ³Well, let me give you the nickel tour,² I said as I stood up. ³Weıve got a great dungeon in the basement.² Startled, Susan looked up at me. ³Just kidding,² I reassured her. She smiled broadly. ³I dunno Bea, you are some kind of strange woman,² Susan said, ³I donıt think I know anyone like you.² I took Susanıs hand and led her through the house. ³We did most of the painting and decorating ourselves. Bobbyıs really handy and can fix anything. I do most of the trim and detail work cause he doesnıt like that much.² Susanıs eyes wandered about the interior. It was spacious, clean and full of antiques. ³Whoıs into the clocks,² Susan asked after a time. ³Oh Bobby started collecting them years ago and I got into it a bit with him. Weıd go to auctions and estate sales every couple of weeks.² We rounded the corner and walked into the kitchen. ³Have you got anything a little stronger than Diet Coke?² Susan wet her lips as she asked. I walked over to the cabinet and opened the door to reveal lots of bottles. ³How about a nice French Bordeaux?² I motioned to the stack of wine bottles. ³oh, oui, oui mademoiselle,² Susan mimicked, ³Iıd love anything French right now.² I poured two goblets of wine and pulled out some fat-free dip and a package of baked tortilla chips. ³Well, at least we wonıt get fat from the snack as much as from the wine,² Susan exclaimed with a grin. ³Oh, maybe weıll work it off.² I said as I scooped up a little of the dip and brought it over to Susan. She grabbed my hand and took the whole chip, along with my thumb, into her mouth. Only reluctantly did she slowly release my thumb, but not until tonguing it thoroughly. ³Shall we take a soak?² I asked while refilling our wine glasses. ³Do I have to wear a swimsuit?² Susan asked jokingly. ³No, this has always been a clothing optional hot tub,² I retorted gleefully. I grabbed a couple of towels and two robes from the pegs on the wall. Susan untied her Reeboks and peeled off her pants. I whisked over to her. ³Here, let me help you with that shirt,² I said as I began to lift her top off. Her breasts jiggled as the soft fabric swept past the tender tips, until they were swaying freely. Susan pulled me close and kissed me. I dropped the tee-shirt I was holding and put my arm around her waist. My fingers pulled at the lace waistband of her panties while she kissed and tongued my mouth. I reached up to feel her nipples on my palms. Susan pulled back long enough to realize that she was standing there half naked but I was still fully clothed. She laughed, ³I see you have some catching up to do.² Susan pulled up the front of my shirt and reached under to fondle my breasts. I started unbuttoning the top and at the same time kicked off my shoes. Susan undid the top button of my slacks and pushed them down around my knees. She worked the outline of my panties with her palm, reaching under to feel my smooth mound. ³I just love touching you there,² she said, ³itıs so smooth. I may have to try that myself some time.² After pulling her hand away from my panties, I slipped them off and started tugging at hers. ³Now, now,² I protested, ³this time itıs my treat.² Susanıs panties slid off effortlessly and dropped to her feet on the tile floor. She was glorious as she stood there, her sculpted body covered only by the steam from the hot tub. I ran my hand over her firm belly and down the back of her tight, smooth ass. My fingers played between the crack of her ass cheeks and then moved up to the small of her back. I held her hand as I led her to the edge of the hot tub. We sat on the side for a minute with just our feet dangling in the tepid water. Finally, I stood up and stepped into the open part of the tub. I sank down to the perfect height to have Susanıs exposed sex right in front of my eyes. Then I reached for her and brought my mouth to her breasts. I slid down her smooth body, my lips and tongue all over her tingling nakedness. She spread her legs with a moan of anticipation, her hips humping to the instinctive thrust of her desire. Her pussy was as hot and pink as her nipples. The heavy flow of her juices matted down her thick plume of pubic hair. I worked my way down her thigh with my tongue and then back up. I licked up her slit, tasting the subtle spiciness of her juice, my tongue reveling in the satiny slickness of her private part. Her clitoris was so engorged and erect that the tip peeped out from the wrinkles of her hood. When my tongue pressed gently against her bundle of nerves, it seemed the whole tub shook with a quivering response. I wanted to merge with her, to shove my tongue deeply into her place of pleasure, fulfilling my deepest urge in one spectacular and beautiful moment. She jerked on the edge of the tub, moaning, the middle of her body pushing against my face as though her slit could swallow my whole head. Her muscles tensed and relaxed as she responded to my tongue. She thrashed with her legs, sending up a splash of water that covered my back in warmth. Her quivering thighs came up fast as she spread her legs wide open. My tongue was glued to her clit, circling lower and lower until a flush of juice was unleashed. Susan shuddered as her legs tensed once more to the wave that was washing over her. She stopped shaking and pulled my juice-soaked face to hers. Using her tongue, she licked my face clean and then started moving her hands down to my slick slit. She toyed with the pouting lips and let her finger tips rest blissfully on my clit. I was getting wet again and she dipped her finger into my pussy and brought more sweet nectar up to my clit. Susan motioned for me to switch places with her and soon she was fully enveloped in the water while I sat on the edge of the tub. I reached over for some Piña Colada flavored lubricant and squeezed out a small bead at the top of my belly. Susan brought her head right up to my wide open pussy and used her tongue to lick me from end to end. I lay back against the edge of the tub with my legs up high in the air. She tongued my slit and then worked her way back to my ass. Slowly, she nibbled at my ass while using her hands to spread the cheeks. I was lost in the moment. My senses were so turned on. Each passing stroke of her pulsing tongue was so acute. Sensation after sensation wafted through me. I lay back languorously as my passion mounted. Higher. Higher. Everything felt so good, so soft and warm, so luscious. In such a luxurious dreamy state I didnıt even hear the footsteps as they approached. But Susan must have heard. She stopped in mid stroke and turned. As her lips left my pussy, I opened my eyes and gasped. ³So Bea,² came a manıs voice, ³arenıt you going to save a little of that passion for me, too?² Susan appeared shocked and visibly shaken. She moved to the edge of the tub and tried not to look over at the funkily dressed man who was eyeing her body. Once I got over my initial surprise, I smiled and moved over to comfort Susan. ³Oh, Bobby,² I scolded, ³you should know better than to scare us like that.² Susan looked over at the man and then back at me. ³So this is Bobby,² she said quietly, ³uhhh....nice to meet you.² Bobby laughed. ³Iım sorry. I didnıt mean to frighten you. But I didnıt think Bea was here with anyone. So this is what goes on when Iım away,² he chuckled, ³Iım genuinely delighted.² Then he looked directly at Susan. ³And, Iım also delighted to meet you...uhhh.² I jumped into the fray. ³This is Susan Smithhhhhh,² I said as I let my breath out slowly. Susan still seemed nervous and looked scared. I put my arm around her protectively and motioned for Bobby to sit down. ³What are you doing home so early?² I asked earnestly. Bobby sat down in the chair but never took his eyes off either me or Susan. ³The shoot wrapped early, so I took the next flight home. Looks like I got here just in time too,² he said with a gleam in his eye. The tub bubbled away as Susan submerged herself in the hot, heaving water. The unexpected pace of the dayıs events left her reeling. ³First, I meet a strange, sexy woman at the club,² she thought to herself, ³then, thereıs this fabulous sex in the locker stall followed by an incredible time in the hot tub.² Susan looked out the window of the tub room. ³And finally, a man shows up and eyes me over. This is just too weird.² Bobby shifted in the chair as Susan turned back to look at him. He was around 40 or so, with thinning hair and a big, bright smile. He wore black jeans and black leather sneakers. His wild, Hawaiian-print shirt was too big on his small but muscular frame. It billowed up around his neck. Bobby stood 5ı11. His nose was a little big and he had sandy colored hair. He was stretched out over the chair looking up at the ceiling. His obviously outdoors-type body didnıt seem to have an ounce of fat, at least from what Susan could see so far. But what struck her most were his eyes when he looked at her. They were so penetrating, so deep. His face was strangely attractive though he clearly wasnıt gorgeous. Susan wondered what men were all about in general. But in this case, she was doubly curious about what Bea saw in Bobby. ³Mind if I join you for a soak?² Bobby asked me while returning Susanıs gaze. Susan looked over at me. ³Sure Bobby, come on in,² I said without hesitating. Susan started to object but stopped short. She wasnıt attracted to Bobby at all. It wasnıt that she didnıt have any male friends. She just wasnıt turned on sexually by men. And, while Bobby seemed OK, he was still a man. ³Iım a little embarrassed to have met you this way,² Susan finally spoke. ³And, I have to tell you, Iım really not into men.² Bobby listened to Susan and then looked at me. ³Thatıs OK Susan, Iım not the kind of guy whoıd do anything to make you uncomfortable.² With that Bobby pried off his shoes, undid his belt and pulled his pants down. He wasnıt wearing any underwear! ³Oh great² thought Susan, ³this guyıs different, right². She didnıt know too many forty-year olds. But she knew virtually no one who didnıt wear briefs or boxers. Maybe he really was different. The steam stroked the ceiling as Bobby removed his shirt and gingerly stepped into the hot tub. ³Ahhhhh,² he sighed as he lay back, ³this is just what I needed after the past couple of weeks.² I snuggled up next to Bobby as he eyed Susanıs body. His hand reached over for me. He softly brushed my nipples with his finger tips and put his arm around me. I quivered at his touch and started feeling a warm dampness deep within that had nothing to do with the hot tub. I played with Bobbyıs hair and nestled into his muscled arm. Susan gaped at the two lovebirds. Sheıd always loved women. But she wasnıt quite sure what to make of this strange twist of events. Here was a woman with whom she had just made passionate love and now she was cuddling up to a man. Susan never thought about men. They just never interested her. I let my hand wander down Bobbyıs leg until it was obvious that he was interested. His thick dick stood erect, with just the mushroom-like tip protruding slightly from the water. Susan eyed me widely as my hand floated to the surface. I reached for Bobbyıs swollen member and my fingers wrapped around the shaft. As I worked the stiff penis up and down with my hand Bobby began to moan. He closed his eyes and smiled one of those broad, rich smiles that always made me hot for him. Susan didnıt know whether to stick around and wait or excuse herself run out of there. Instead, she just froze. She watched with fascination as I bent low and took the cock in my mouth. The shiny tip popped over my lips as I took more and more. Gently, I tugged and pulled, mouthed and swished. The hard dick in the hot tub was throbbing between my circled fingers. Suddenly, Bobby let out a low-pitched whimper. I felt the first gush of his cum on the back of my throat. A few droplets of pearly white liquid slipped past my lips and dribbled down my chin. Bobby arched his back as my fingers played with his sack and my mouth sucked out the last of his succulent offering. As he pulled his softening cock away, I reached over to Susan and planted a cum-soaked kiss on her lips. At first, Susan was repulsed. She had never tasted a man before. Yet here was this adoring woman with a manıs come all over her face trying to kiss her. Susan looked at me and smiled. Then she bent over to finish what I had started. She teased my cheeks as she tongued my nose and eyes. I could tell that the taste wasnıt what she had expected. But now she seemed to enjoy the new sensation. ³A little salty,² thought Susan but not unpleasant, ³sort of like the tail end of an oyster.² She smiled at all the times sheıd been to the beach and gobbled fresh oysters by the dozen. The warm jets undulated between his legs as Bobby silently watched our rising passion. Susan stood slightly exposed in the tub. Her muscled, flat stomach flexed and glistened in the moist dew that settled down from the steam of the tub. Bobby was transfixed by the sight of her cum-smudged cheeks. She reached up to wipe her face. As she pulled her hand away her eyes met his. Bobby smiled and put his head back against the edge of the tub. For the first time Susan felt that maybe, just maybe, all men werenıt so bad. But then she fixed her gaze on me. As I beamed back a beautiful smile, I could see that she only had eyes for me. Bi For Now!