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That is, until recently, which was outlined in the first chapter. After my first bisexual experience in over twenty years with the anonymous stranger in the hotel room during a recent business trip, I gained an increased desire to do it again. I was frustrated in my efforts because Craig's List got rid of their personal ads, so I wasn't sure how to find another willing male partner. It felt wonderful to have a dick in my mouth again after all these years and I wanted to have my mouth filled with cum again; the sooner the better.

She will kill us, after that incident with Sebestian late sister Rose, the whole Will's family really become protective towards each other. Well, now talking about me. I like to flirt around rather than banging some random guy or girl. Yeah, I am bisexual, and I am looking for right one to give myself fully to him or her. I am sure I will find that person soon. Not everyone had a fated mate, some of us can choose our own too and it's become clear when we presented. I was sitting at a particular table and drinking. I am not a heavy drinker; I prefer light drinking. A girl was sitting on my lap and a boy was busy sucking my neck. But to be honest I couldn't feel the spark from either of them.

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

"It's what she wished to discuss with her sister. She's only made out and petted with a boy and kissed a girl. She felt more attracted to the girl, though the girl couldn't or didn't return her affections. Her parents are adamantly opposed to lesbianism in any way, so she felt Rhonda was the only one she could speak to." "Many of the women here have had the same issues," Chantelle said. "I was afraid to tell my parents when I was Brianna's slave. They now know I'm in a relationship with a man and woman, but I was initially afraid of Papa finding out, though I felt Maman would not care as much." "What's it like having sex with both a man and a woman?" "For me, I enjoy it very much. I love a n

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

(I usually spend at least half an hour on my own hair. Alright, let's set looks aside now. How about we build some character? Well, as you may have guessed, I'm bi-sexual. I've been with both girls and guys. But I've had more girlfriends than boyfriends. By contrast, as far as I know, my brother is fully hetero. He's only had one girlfriend, but they broke up last summer. And, like I said, I was confident he was still a virgin, right up until recently. Which is kinda where this story begins. (Sorry for the lengthy intro!)

Though, the club where we frequented then, the manager told me she was bisexual. But I was only able to confirm the part where she slept with other women. I had seen her tell two girls to go down on her. She always had two girls with her. And if she wanted them to fuck her, she would give each two dildos and they would be made to do justice to her pussy at the same fucking time. It was one hell of a noise when she was at it. And it felt like she was having the time of her life. I couldn't agree less.

But the drug twisted the lust into something feral, insatiable. Shockingly, I pleaded, "Both of you... in my pussy. Stretch me with both cocks, one isn't enough, it feels so empty without more. Please, force them in together, fill me up completely!" They exchanged disbelieving looks, then burst into maniacal laughter. Lexi shook his head in awe. "Holy shit, you're a real cumslut, Angel. Wanting both in that one tight hole? Fine, we'll ruin you for good—imagine how wide we'll make you, how you'll never forget this stretch."

I searched her face, looking for any sign she was joking but there was none just hunger. “I’ve touched myself thinking about this kind of thing,” she whispered, leaning closer until our knees touched. The contact sent sparks racing up my thigh. “Being used and shared. Being held down while multiple guys take you on.” She continued. “I want your stepdad to fuck me first and your brothers pinning me down while you watch. Then I want you to taste me with their cum still dripping out of me.” Her words hit me like a punch in my gut. My clit throbbed so hard I had to bite to stay quiet. The noise in the cafeteria drifted and I could only feel the slick mess between my legs and the way Mia looked a

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it