¯ HOT FUN IN THE SUMMERTIME

BY

DONNA M.

 

�Hot fun in the summertime�hot fun in the summertime��

The old Sly Stone favorite blared from my sound system as I rolled down the Interstate, and I found myself easily singing along.  I always loved the song, unlike the crappy Mungo Jerry beat that gets played at the onset of every summer season since I could remember.

�First of the fall and then she goes back�bye bye bye bye there��

Unlike the song�lamenting that summer had to end sometime�I thought only of my freedom, a freedom this summer would represent in my mind forever.

�Them summer days�those summer days��

Now that my divorce was final, I was ready to celebrate, cut loose.  I was on my way to Cape Cod to see an old friend, Victor.  Vic was about as gay as you could be, seemingly unaware of how his stereotypical swishing mannerisms reinforced those same homophobic stereotypes.  He had a cottage in Wellfleet that he shared with whoever his current partner may be.  Wellfleet doesn�t have the gay and lesbian cachet of P-town to the north, but always seemed, to me at least, to be as tolerant.

My visiting Victor so soon after the divorce was rather ironic.  I�ve always been lean and athletic.  Described as being �boyish� by some, many assumed (incorrectly) that I was a lesbian.  For my part, even with having a gay friend, I still pictured lesbians as bull dykes.  I know, I know, my bad.  You�d think I was more open-minded, but we all have our albatrosses.

I believed that my thin, angular body, with no tits to speak of, may have helped kill my marriage, since my husband left me for a buxom, full figured, curvy bimbo.  In retrospect, we never were physically compatible anyway.  I was the physical one, probably more demanding in bed than he could take.  He wanted to be smothered; I wanted to fuck.

Victor was ebullient in his greeting when I arrived, kissing me repeatedly on both cheeks.  �You look mah-velous, Alyssa dear,� he said, before introducing me to his partner, David.  In a conspiratorial aside, he winked and said, �Doesn�t he look just like the statue?�

The younger man blushed at the comparison, though I must admit he did look chiseled from the same block of marble used by Michelangelo.

�Good for you, Vic,� I said, winking at David.

Victor was beautiful in his own way.  Unlike David, Vic was almost wraith-like.  He had a cherubic face and a cherub�s golden ringlets of hair to go along with it.  At least physically they made a great couple.  I�ll reserve judgment on the rest.

They�d tossed together a great salad and they shared it with me while I got caught up on all the Outer Cape gossip.  I was filled in on who was sleeping with whom, who (�finally,� Vic added) came out of the closet, and where all the best parties were going to be.

�By parties, you mean orgies, right?� I teased Victor.

With a wildly exaggerated eye roll and its accompanying eyelash batting, he said, �My dear, what would lead you to that conclusion?  Or do I read something Freudian in your question, as if perhaps you�re looking to, shall we say, broaden your sexual horizons and move past your boring straight life.�

�C�mon Vic.  You saw me once a long time ago getting it on.  Did that cowgirl you saw look like she�d rather be licking than riding?�  I referred to the party we met at, where I�d smoked some weed, and then smoked the hunky host while onlookers cheered.  I vowed never to do something like that in public again, and I�d never cheated on my husband (as he evidently did on me) but at times when I�m as horny as hell, well�

�Alyssa, honey.  I for one DO enjoy the bliss of a dance around a fleshy maypole, but there are other ways to satisfy those hungers, and I happen to know a few excellent female satisfiers.�

�Please, Vic.  Fleshy maypole?  Only you could come up with that one.�  I turned to David and said, �I can assume you�ve got the requisite maypole for Victor to dance around?�

He looked stricken, probably hearing for the first time a woman obliquely wondering about the size of his manhood.  He sighed, and answered, �Vic and I have fun, let�s leave it at that.�

�You�re a good looking man, David.  Maybe I�m just a little bummed out you don�t play for the other team.�

Vic piped up, �Now don�t you start trying to seduce him�he�s mine!�

We all laughed, and finished our salads before polishing off a good Chardonnay.  Vic and David spoke of a nude beach in Provincetown and whether I�d go with them.

I said, �Because of the National Seashore, I didn�t think the rangers would allow nudity.�

�There�s a place in P-town where they sort of look the other way, as long as no sex, that is,� Vic said.

�Hey, I�m a big girl, so count me in.  Your buddies won�t get all a-flutter if they see us descend on the beach as a threesome, will they?�

Vic blew me a kiss, and said, �Oooh, the way you say �threesome� makes it sound sooooo delicious, don�t you think so, David dear?�

David smiled and simply shook his head, pretending to dismiss his lover like an adult would dismiss the ramblings of a young child.  �Vic, that beach tends to be a little cliquish; women on one side, men farther down.  No problems?� David said.

Victor laughed and said, �Look at her.  She�s going to draw all the lesbian darlings over to our side anyway.  Why should there be a problem?�

It was my turn to laugh.  �I think you�re giving me way too much credit; �draw all the lesbian darlings�� Please!�

And so it went as we drove up to P-town.  David was right; nude men on one stretch, topless women together on another.  I followed my two companions as they grazed for a spot on the small beach.  Our threesome garnered a few stares but overall not that many.

We stripped, and merrily ran to the water like little kids.  My speculation on David�s equipment was right on target.  Vic was a lucky man.  The biggest kid really wasn�t that big himself, though Vic was about as cute as any man could get to the definition of that word.  Cute.  Like a boy who never grew up.  We laughed and teased each other all the way from the water to our beach blanket.

 I looked around at all the men here.  Quite a few were fine physical specimens, making me feel like a vegetarian in a butcher�s market.  I saw some swinging dicks of various shapes and sizes, with a few in various stages of swelling, either from looking (as I was) to the occasional touch or kiss.

Victor was a little stiff too.  �If I were you, Alyssa dear, I�d walk on over toward the ladies and introduce myself.  Be like bait on a hook,� he said, and then laughed heartily.

�You want to get rid of me that bad?  I thought no sex on this beach.�

Vic laughed again.  �You�ve got my motivations all wrong.  I�m thinking of you, not this hunk of a man here,� he said, reaching for and hugging a smiling David.  �Besides, if the rangers show up there�s plenty of warning.�

Not having had sex in quite a while, the parade of fit men was getting to me, so I said, �Sure, why not,� and left the two lovers to themselves.  I walked down by the water�s edge near where the women were congregated.  I was soon joined by two rather large topless girls.

�Hey, Twiggy, where you from?  We haven�t seen you before,� said one of them.

�You�re not old enough to remember Twiggy.  By the way, she was blond,� I said, hoping my smile didn�t look like a smirk.

�Okay, then we�ll call you Raven, though for a bird, you need to put more meat on your bones,� the second one said.  It wasn�t funny but they laughed anyway.

The first one stepped closer and rubbed my ass.  �Skinny but a nice ass anyway.  I think it would fit real well right here,� she said while gesturing to her tongue that had slithered between her fat lips.

I pushed her hand away.  �I don�t think so.�

I can take care of myself, but I was a bit worried as the two of them descended on me.  �Maybe we need to break this twig in half,� one said to the other.

�Okay, girls.  That�s enough.  Go into the water and cool off.  She�s new here but that doesn�t mean she doesn�t belong.�  This came from a woman who�d walked up behind me.

Seeing her, I was reminded of Jessica Rabbit from the toon; a buxom redhead, looking healthy in a thong and nothing else.  My rotund welcoming committee grumbled but walked away.

I turned to my savior and said, �Wow, they obeyed you, didn�t they.  What�s your secret?�

�No secret.  I guess they know I can make their life miserable.�

�Remind me never to get on your bad side.  Hello, I�m Alyssa.�

�I�m Jessica.  And let me warn you before you say ANYTHING,� as if reading my mind.  �You come with somebody?� she asked.

I pointed toward the men.  �Yeah, with a couple of friends.�

�You�re straight, aren�t you?�

�Yes.  Does that bother you?�

�No, no bother at all.  Just knew it because you haven�t been ogling me, that�s all.  Interesting you�re fully nude.  Most newbies just go topless, so I assume you�re comfortable with it and that�s cool.  You bi?�

�Never been with another woman.  You�re asking like maybe you�re propositioning me.�

�I�d be joking if I said you didn�t turn me on.  I hope that doesn�t bother YOU.�

�You are a fantastic looking woman, so if I was gonna go there, you�d be number one on my list,� I said, and I guessed I meant it.

She got closer, her breasts brushing against me, and said, �I�ll be here if you change your mind.  See you around.�  Before I moved she kissed me on the cheek.

I watched her walk away from me, her firm ass cheeks swaying like there was no tomorrow.  I thought of the feel of her nipples against my skin and whispered aloud, �God damn!�  She did it, I thought.  She got me horny and now I had no way to satisfy that need.

When I returned to Vic and David, they were kissing on the blanket.  Both were rock solid hard, though David was the sequoia and Victor the sapling.  They pulled apart to ask me about my �adventure� as Vic put it.

�Did someone try to pick you up?�

�Yes.�

�So tell Uncle Vic all about it.�

�One, you�re not my uncle, and two, if a stunning redhead wanted to roll in the sand with me, why would I tell you.�

When I went to sit and join them, Vic gasped and said, �Sweet Jesus, look at her, she�s got a stream of girl juice running down her thigh!  Goody, goody, my Alyssa is bi and doesn�t even know it!�

David chuckled and added, �Yet.�

�Will you two stop it!�

�I surmise the redhead in question is the sultry Jessica?� Vic said.  �If I were to �play for the other team� as you so indelicately put it, she�d be second on my list�after you, of course, my dear.�

�Shit, I�m ready to join any team that could ring my bell.� I said, sighing.

�That�s the strangest mixed metaphor I�ve ever heard, though your horniness is quite apparent, isn�t it, David hon?�

�Yes Victor,� he said, then smiling at me added, �And if I switched teams, you�d already be satisfied.�

I couldn�t help myself.  I glanced at his fabulous cock, and said, �You know, David, I think you�re right.�

Vic chimed in, �Stop all this bullshit.  Now I�m horny.�  Indeed, he had a nice spike going.

�Will you two go home and fuck�now,� I said.

David had swelled a bit too.  He said, �Sounds like the lady knows what�s good for us, right, sweets?�

As we gathered our clothes, I cuffed Victor�s still stiff cock, and whispered to him, �Fuck him good.  You deserve it.�

He whispered back, �I�ll be the fuckee, my dear.  I�m a �bottom� sort of guy, and if you look at him you know why.�

On the way back to their cottage, their lust was palpable.  Somehow their pheromones were affecting me as well.  I thought of Jessica and wondered what that would be like, making love to another woman, since unlike Victor I�m more �top� than �bottom.�

They went straight to their bedroom while I took a shower.  With a towel wrapped around me, I walked toward my room, passing theirs.  The door was ajar, and the grunts and moans of heated copulation drifted from the room.  I was drawn to the sounds.  I had to look.

I peeked through the slightly opened door and stared, transfixed by the beauty of their act.  I suppose I always envisioned gay sex as two hairy dudes humping like dogs.  Vic and David were far from that image.  David, his body that of Adonis, was on his knees on the bed, behind Victor who was also on his knees, propped up by a pillow.  Bareback David was sliding his full, lubricant-gleaming cock in and out of Vic�s ass, while his hand was slowly stroking Victor�s cock.  If I had been watching a good looking, heterosexual couple fucking doggie-style, it wouldn�t have been any more sensual than this.  David�s slow, sinuous thrusts got my pussy tingling.  I watched his tight, muscled ass cheeks clench and unclench, and thought about how long it�d been since I was fucked like that.  Besides the tingling, I bet my clit was as erect as a little dick.  It got like that, you know.

Suddenly Vic looked toward the door and saw me.  Rather than show surprise, he smiled the dreamiest smile, pursed his lips to blow me a kiss, and ejaculated across the bed in an impressive series of ropy streams as David stroked him.

David did him a few more seconds and then groaned, �My turn, sweet.�

I watched in complete, utter arousal as his cock, with only the head inside Victor, twitched and pulsed as he came.  One stream of semen even squirted back out under pressure, though most simply oozed.

I hadn�t realized that I�d dropped my towel and was fingering myself until the orgasm hit me.  My knees buckled, I groaned, and nearly fell through the partially opened doorway.  I looked up to see both of them staring at me.

Vic leapt from the bed and came to me.  �It�s okay�it�s okay�don�t fret�I understand.�  He hugged me and guided me toward the bed and his lover.  �Come, lie down with us.  Let�s enjoy the moment together.�

So we did.

I curled up between the two men, and apologized for being a voyeur.  �I�m glad you�re not angry with me.  You saw how you guys turned me on?�  This tableau was otherworldly.  Here I was naked, lying between two openly gay men, one cupping a breast while the other lazily ran his fingers from my pubis to my breastbone.  I sighed at their touch.  �I�ll be damned if this doesn�t feel like a threesome,� I said.

Victor said, �Alyssa dear, if there was any woman I�d do the nasty with it would be you.  It�s clear to me�to us�that you need it bad.  I just wish we could do something about it.�  I was probably blushing, so exposed to these gorgeous-in-their-own-way men.

David chuckled and said, �Maybe we should invite Jessica over for dinner.�

�Mah-velous idea, my love,� Vic answered, �and then WE could watch.�

I playfully punched Vic�s arm.  �You two are like a broken record; Jessica, Jessica.  Aren�t there any straight men that look like him this part of the cape?� I said, hooking my thumb toward David.

�None that we know of,� they said in unison.

We stayed in bed like that, falling asleep.  I felt warm and protected between the two of them, even if I wasn�t sexually sated.

In the morning we went back to the beach.  Vic kept after me: �Go look for someone� Jessica, whoever, doesn�t matter, just get laid.�

With some misgivings I walked over to the �lesbian� area, looking for Jessica, or any other attractive woman who appeared to be solo.  I didn�t see either one, so I waded, and watched out for the large duo from yesterday.  In my zeal to avoid them, I hadn�t seen Jessica approach until her silky voice said behind me, �I wasn�t sure you�d be back, but I�m glad you are.�

When I turned to her she must have seen my expression, which certainly was a pleased one, for she smiled broadly and her nipples stiffened noticeably.  �Yep, I�m back.  I like the scenery,� I said.

�Don�t say that, girl, while looking at me.  I�m creaming my thong already!�

�Normally I�d consider that TMI, but not today.�

�Oh God, please say you changed your mind about being bi.�

�I�m not sure about that, but I�m dealing with the fact no one has ever openly lusted after me like you�re doing now.  Is this for real, or am I just a new fish to catch?�

She stepped closer, practically hugging me, and said, �Honey, you�re hot, and no fish I�ve ever seen.�  She leaned toward my ear and whispered, �I want you.  Let me be your first.�

She thinks I�m hot?  I looked her up and down; a deep, rich tan with a hint of freckles visible on her chest, and what a chest it was�magnificent breasts with very prominent nipples.  What she saw in my stick figure body was beyond me, but how would I know about lesbian attraction?

I leaned into her and whispered, �Teach me.�

She trembled with excitement.  �Oh Alyssa, let me kiss you.�  Her tongue worked its way almost down my throat, her breasts pushed against me, and her hands went to the small of my back, where one moved slowly downward.

One of my hands settled on an ass cheek and gave it a gentle squeeze.  She moaned and her tongue went into overdrive.

�Where are we going?� I asked when we finally stopped kissing.

She breathlessly said, �What about where you�re staying?  My place is farther away.�

�We�ll have to hitch a ride with Vic and David.  It�s Vic�s place, after all.�

�You�re friends with Victor?  He�s such a cute little darling, isn�t he?�

�He�s more than that,� I said.

�You haven�t�?� She let the question hang there, but I knew what she meant.

�No, it�s not like that at all, we�re just old friends.�

She gathered her things from the beach, put her top back on, and we walked over to find Vic and David.  They stared at us as we approached.  �Goody, they�re holding hands!  Next they�ll be�� Vic said, but didn�t finish because David had elbowed him in the ribs.

�Leave them be, Victor my love.  Nature will take care of itself,� David said in a hushed voice.

The men and I dressed, and then we rode back to Vic�s cottage.  In the back seat, Jessica had me in another lip-lock, and I can honestly say I enjoyed it.  Any qualms I may have had were quickly slipping away in her arms.

When we arrived, we were like two kids heading to the playground; Jessica acting as my �big sister� pulling me headlong toward the nearest slide, more knowledgeable of how much fun it would be, though our playground would be the guest bedroom.  Her bikini came off in a flash.  I began to undress when she intervened.

�No, let me do it,� she said.  It felt like a remote-control strip tease, as she removed one piece of clothing after another with seductive leisure.

This was unlike the pawing and tearing received from any man who�s ever undressed me.  That�s not to say that more often than not I�d been the aggressor in sex.  Not this time, I decided, surrendering to her as few men ever could surrender completely to me.  I allowed her to be the lead in this dance.  There were no surprises, really.  We�d both seen �all� of each other on the beach, though the miniscule part of her that had been covered by the thong did reveal a very pretty sight.  Unlike my unruly and unkempt landing strip, she was shaved smooth, and framed beautifully by her tan lines.

She kissed me again and pulled me atop her on the bed.  After all those �aggressor� ruminations, I found myself on top, so why not?  I had no experience with a woman; if she were a man I�d be riding cowgirl already.  So, I improvised, sliding one leg between hers and used it to run against her vulva.  Jessica was responding well, her head back and her breasts heaving.  I wasn�t yet getting anything out of this, but it was nice to see her so aroused, and she was much better to watch than some sweaty, grunting man.  Did I really think that?  Wow, the Outer Cape vibe must be infectious!

She moaned, �My�turn�I�want�to�taste�you.�

We swapped places and she went down on me.  The man/woman comparisons were inevitable; most men, including my ex, would slurp me like an ice cream cone, which was fine as far as it went.  Jessica used her tongue like a knife, slashing and stabbing me until my clit was on fire.

�God, this is good,� I crooned.

She knew right were to go, especially since I was giving her plenty of feedback along with my pussy juice.  When she suddenly switched to sucking my clit, I exploded.

�Ohhhhhh�Ohhhhhhh�Ohhhhhhh�� on and on I wailed.

Between my thighs, Jessica lifted her head and smiled up at me.  �Mmmmm, nice cum.  You like so far?� she asked, my orgasmic juices glistening on her chin.

I quickly devoured her, so damn turned on that no hesitations remained.  I sucked on her nipples, caressed her breasts, licked her tummy, went back up and kissed her deeply, before moving back down to her pretty pussy.  Her thighs parted and before I could think about it, or worry about how, my tongue was licking between her puffy outer labia.  She tasted sweet, with more than the expected quantity of her juices trickling onto my probing tongue.  I started thinking about what I liked, and what Jessica had just done to me, so I did my best to mimic those techniques.  The phrase �virgin territory� came to mind, and I laughed inside, since that�s where I was, losing my same-sex �virginity� to the gorgeous Jessica.

I must have been doing a good job, for she soon yelled she was cumming, and I received an unexpected splash from her orgasm.  She actually squirted!  I loved it!

Jessica taught me the joys of scissoring, as we rubbed our swollen yet still unsatisfied cunts against each other.  Just before she appeared to cum, she breathlessly said they called this �tribbing.�  I didn�t care if people called it �poonswoggle,� I was enjoying myself.

Her cum-squeal was quickly followed by mine.

�Did you hear those sounds?  Such music!� came a voice from the bedroom door.

We looked up to see Vic and David staring in at us.  They were both wearing only boxers, and David�s erection was quite noticeable in them.  I was going to admonish them for their voyeurism, but remembered that I�d done the same thing.  Jessica commented instead.

�Did you guys watch the entire show, or just the finale?�

Vic answered, �Mostly the finale, but I�ll say that was spectacular.  I mean, I never make THAT much noise when I cum.�

�You�re just as cute, though,� I said, which got Jessica looking at me quizzically, and David laughing.

David then added, �I don�t know about the noise part, but he does make his own special squeal at just the right time.�

I climbed from the bed still naked and went to David.  Pulling him aside, I commented on his very visible erection, whispering �You okay?�

�Yeah, I�m okay,� he said with a sigh.

�David, I know what�s happening, I�m not blind.  You want to fuck me don�t you?  I�ve sensed it from the moment we met.�

�Ssssh,� he said, while Vic looked at us, wondering what we were conspiring.

�Vic will understand, he really will.  Just let me say that my answer is yes, the rest is up to you�and Victor.�  I stood on tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  He blushed, and his erection actually bobbed within his shorts.  �Go to him,� I said.

I went back to bed, and Jessica, while David pulled Vic away.  I told Jessica what was happening.

�I suppose I can�t be jealous already, since we just met, but hot damn I never thought the man was bisexual.  Well, maybe he didn�t either, until he saw you, that is.�

Vic entered the bedroom as Jessica excused herself.  �You may think I�m a silly fool, but I want him to, if he really wants it�and you want it.  You take care of him now.  He may be big and beautiful, but he is fragile on the inside.  He�s never been with a woman before like I have, so teach him well.�

�You have�?�

�Of course, silly.  One must never be closed minded about anything, especially sex.  Now, fuck his brains out,� he said before kissing me hard on the lips.  �I wish you�d been my first.�

I was flabbergasted.  This whole situation had an otherworldly feel to it.  After Victor stepped out, David appeared in the bedroom doorway, and hesitated.  I went to him.

�It�s okay.  Come,� I said, leading him onto my bed.  He was so tentative, almost afraid to touch me, so I urged him to explore.  �David, make love to me.  We aren�t a man and a woman; we�re two people who are going to have sex.  Gender doesn�t matter.�

He remained hesitant, touching me only as if it were an exercise.  �I don�t�� he said, and stopped, lost for words.

�Yes you do, David.  If you didn�t know what you wanted in your heart you wouldn�t be hard,� I said as I palmed his impressive manhood.

�No, I meant I don�t know what to do.�

�What do you like?� I asked.  �Do you like this,� I said then went down on him.  His eyes closed and he moaned as I sucked his cock.

�You�you do it good,� he groaned.

I stopped and said, �You think women haven�t learned this trick too.�  He smiled, lay back and enjoyed my mouth ministrations.  After a minute or two, I said, �Now it�s time you tried something new.�  I got him between my thighs and face-to-face with heretofore unexplored territory.

He made a tentative smile, and asked, �Now what?�

I smiled back.  �You know, most heterosexual men haven�t a clue what to do either, so simply check me out, use your fingers, see what it�s all about.  When you�re ready I�ll guide you to the best spots for your tongue.�

�Wow, okay, I�ll do that.� 

I laid back and let him explore.  His fingers were tentative at first, feeling their way around and between my labia.  When he discovered my clitoris, I moaned, which made him stop.  �No, don�t stop.  That�s the best spot.�

He said, childlike wonder in his voice, �When I touched it, it moved!�

I chuckled a bit, �Well, when someone touches your dick I bet it springs up a little too.�

Honest-to-God, he said �Wow� again!

�Use your tongue on my clit, or kiss it�no matter, it�s all good.�

At first extremely timid, he got into it, sucking on my clit as if it were a tiny cock.  The way he did it with equal force and tenderness, I almost wished I had one!  Between licks, he said, �Am I doing it okay?�

�Oh David, you hear me moaning?  Am I wet inside?�

�Yeah, you are wet, so that means I�m doing a good job?�

�The best,� I said, then moaned loudly as he went back to work.  I thought about how strange this liaison was; David, for all his years and sexual know-how (albeit homosexual) he was no more than an oversexed yet inexperienced teenager between my legs.

It was time for some more teaching.  �Come on up here, big guy, and put it in me.�

As he moved up on top of me between my splayed legs, he said,� Lube?� as a question.

�David hon, what do you think all that liquid you�ve been teasing out of me is?�

�Oh.�

Man, his cock was impressive, I thought as I guided him between my swollen labia.  Both of us sighed together as he slid into my vagina.  I probably should have made him wear a condom, but knowing Victor as I do I was sure that he made sure David was disease free.

I gazed up into his hooded eyes and asked, �How does it feel?�  I loved the dreamy expression on his face, much like the one I�d seen on Vic when he was getting fucked by David.

�It feels good�different�but��

I shushed him, �It�s okay, don�t think about it, just do what comes naturally.�

In classic missionary form, he began slowly, like someone who was savoring a new taste, before speeding up, as the same person would in taking a larger bite after discovering the new taste was special.  I was going to wrap my legs around him when he decided to shift position, rising up on his knees and holding my thighs to him as he pounded away.  So instead I rested my ankles on broad shoulders and enjoyed the ride.

While he kept up a steady (and spectacular) pace, he all of a sudden took interest in my breasts.  �Yes, that�s nice,� I moaned.  �My nipples are very sensitive.  Play with them.  Yes.�

My legs were bent back quite a ways, but I was lithe enough to handle it�and him.

The express train that was my orgasm came rapidly down the tracks.  My hips bucked to meet each of his thrusts.  His cock was tight in my vagina, and so I felt him swell a tad more, signaling that he was close, too.

�I�m cumming!  David, sweetheart, I�m cummmmmmmminggggggg!� I yelled, and thank God, what a great one it was!

He went spastic on a few last thrusts and shot his load as deeply as he could go.  �Meeeeeeeeeeee toooooooooooooo,� he crooned.

Spent, we lay together as I probed for his feelings.  He rather sheepishly admitted what I�d already known; he was turned on to me the moment he saw me naked.  As he tried to explain the foreign (to him) attraction, I realized I knew what it was already; the same reason behind my loss of appeal to my ex-husband�my �boyish� stick figure�somehow made me desirable to him, a gay man.  This world can be quite ironic, I thought.  Perhaps he wasn�t all that bisexual after all. 

I got him to play with my tits.  �They�re like a bonus for being with a woman,� I told him.  His touch was delicate and exploratory, and I loved it.

He tried to explain how my vagina felt, but words failed him.  I�d never had anal sex, so I wasn�t going to go there either.  Based on our post-coital conversation, Victor had nothing to worry about.

�Let�s go find the other two, shall we?� I said, and together David and I left the bedroom in search of Vic and Jessica.  If I thought what David and I just did was the day�s shocker, I�d be sorely mistaken.

We found Vic and Jessica in their own post-coital repose.

�You two�too?� I asked in awe.

Jessica answered, �Yeah.  We snuck a peek at the two of you getting it on, and one thing led to another, and��

Vic continued, ��unlike you guys, we were all oral.  She gives fantastic head for a lesbian.�

�I had a good teacher,� Jessica added.

�Was he a good boy?� Vic asked me.

�He�s the best,� I said, fondling David�s manhood before planting a kiss on his cheek.

�There�s room on here for all of us,� Jessica said, and David and I joined them.

Foreplay had begun.

Jessica went right for my pussy.  I supposed any residue still there from David�s ejaculation wouldn�t be noticed after blowing Vic earlier�whether she�d even care anyway.  Soon, my clit was almost vibrating with pleasure.

Vic was doing some impressive sword-swallowing, with David�s swelling member going deeper than I could�ve taken him.  While Jessica�s tongue went wild, I reached over and lazily stroked Vic�s erection.  I noticed David�s fingers insinuate themselves within the folds of Jessica�s outer labia.  We�d completed a bisexual daisy chain of sorts.

�Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Jessssssssssssssssssssssssiiiiiiiiiiiicccaaaaaaaaaaaaa!� I screamed as my body convulsed in that beautiful fury known as orgasm.

I hadn�t realized that I kept stroking Victor while I was cumming.  I must have unconsciously picked up the tempo for right after I climaxed, Vic sprayed a veritable fountain over us all.

Vic took David�s full load in his throat (amazing!) while Jessica and I swapped places, with it being my turn to partake of the wonders of her beautiful pussy.  The men settled into the role of spectator as I slowly brought Jessica to a squirting orgasm.  Actually, Vic and David hadn�t been complete spectators, since while I worked on Jessica, hands were touching me; caressing my breasts, my ass, my thighs.

I wished I could have been the proverbial bird, overhead, looking down at four spent, languidly satisfied people sprawled out on the big bed.  Eventually the post-orgasmic spell had to be broken, so we got up, dressed, and with kisses all around, we drove Jessica home.  �Home� turned out to be a cottage in Orleans she shared with other women.

�Please come visit tomorrow, Alyssa.  My housemates and I are having a party and I want you here,� Jessica said with a quaver in her voice, as the words �I want� were emphasized.  I accepted the invitation.

Back in Vic�s vehicle, David said, �Orgy, right?�

Vic said, �Of course, and our Alyssa will be the main attraction.�

�Okay, enough out of you two,� I admonished, but they teased me all the way back to Wellfleet.  I thought about it; an all woman party�correction, all lesbian party.  That will be interesting, I thought, and my suddenly moist cunt agreed.

Once more, my bedtime music was the grunts and groans of Vic and David, taking turns filling each other�s rectum with semen galore.  I loved those sounds, though I�d been sufficiently satisfied by today�s sex not to want to masturbate myself to sleep.

The following day I drove to Jessica�s cottage.  Her friends were all great looking ladies, and of course more voluptuous than I could ever hope to be.  The party was basically a bikini-clad, beer-and-wine-fueled cookout.  We took turns manning (now that�s an interesting choice of words to describe a bunch of females cooking!) the grill, got sloshed, and pigged out.

I turned out to be dessert.

When the bikinis fell to the floor the girls were well lubricated, I discovered, from both liquor and anticipation.   Jessica whispered to me that her and her friends had forsaken sex among themselves since they arrived, to build the tension that would be released today.  �You�re like the wild card,� she said, �Sherrie and Anna both told me, you�re the extra seasoning to take us over the top.�  She nibbled on my earlobe then whispered, �And I know how great you taste.�

Okay, I was ready�yes, and well lubricated too.

I was learning so damned much this week about who I really was sexually.  In the next two hours or so, I wondered if I�d ever again have my tongue in so many pussies in so little time.  My first of many orgasms was so stupendous that a line from Lady Chatterley�s Lover came to mind: it was a �curious molten thrilling that spread and spread��  And, I knew why it and all my subsequent orgasms that day were so special.  For the most part, I�m a genital cummer, with most of the sensations of pleasure focused below the waist.  Today I�ve had so many hands and bodies stroking, touching, and petting me that each orgasm was a total body wave of pure rapture, climaxes of a magnitude never experienced with men before.

I quickly learned each woman�s sensitivities; her likes and dislikes and how to coax the best squealing orgasm from her.  As strange as it seemed, throughout all this I managed to play a little voyeur, watching the others, especially Jessica, give and take pleasure.

Her tanned body was nonetheless noticeably pink with excitement as she had one after another orgasm.  Once when she was between my thighs, she stopped licking and sucking long enough to say, �Alyssa, your clit is the most amazing little devil, stiff and proud like a small dick.  I love it.�  She went back to suckling on my little �dick� and her reward (and mine) came quickly thereafter.  It turned out that more than one of my new acquaintances loved my clit too.

Eventually we ran out of gas, as well as pussy juice.  Jessica told all the girls that she�d been my first and that she was glad I had come to the party, to be �shared,� as she put it.

Like girls around a campfire, I regaled them with stories of my sexual experiences (up to this week all heterosexual), my marriage, and finishing up with a recap of my tryst with David.  Anna gasped, and said, �David?  Omigod you fucked him?!  I would never have guessed in a million years the stud would go for a woman.  You�re incredible!�

With that, she leapt into my lap and started kissing me.  Pretty soon we were scissoring up a storm while the others cheered us on.  Oh God, another climax to die for!

When I got back to Vic�s place, the men wanted to hear all the details of the party.  David correctly described it as �the orgy.�  I gave them a full recap, and then told them of my date with Jessica the following night.  It wasn�t as if they needed anything extra to fuel their desire, but later the sounds of sex coming from their bedroom were particularly intense.  I could easily imagine the cum flying.

The next day was beach and sun, but no sex.  David appeared to have been satisfied with his one-time dip into my well, and so I had no reason to feel guilty about letting him fuck me.  That evening, I drove to Orleans and picked up Jessica.  She wore a striking sundress that fantastically complimented her coloring, and her ample bosom.  I wore designer jeans, boots, and a tank-top with no bra.  When we got to the restaurant, several women openly ogled us, and I ate up the attention, something that I never saw before this week on the Cape.  Of course it helped that my nipples had stiffened and were very prominent through my shirt.  Damn, did it feel great to be sexy again!

In hushed tones over dinner, Jessica openly admitted that she�d fallen for me, professing her love.  I told her that I�d always cherish this week and everything I experienced and learned about myself, though I still preferred a man and probably always would.

She said, �Oh honey, I believe that all people are bisexual, and that anything is possible if you just let go and let it happen.�

I was beginning to agree with her.

Like two teenagers, we drove to a secluded spot and made it our lovers� lane.  We fingered each other to monster orgasms while we kissed.  When I dropped her off at the cottage, she tried to talk me into coming in, but I had to break away, get back to civilization, and on with my life.  We exchanged numbers and I promised to keep in touch.

Would I?  Only time would convince me that something had truly kindled here between us.  The sex had been the most intense of my life, so thinking myself bisexual from now on would be easier.  What remained to be seen and discovered was who the next woman would be for me to kiss, to taste, to explore.

I drove back to Wellfleet, my panties wet and the CD playing while I sang along.

�Hot fun in the summertime��

 

Donna M.

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