It doesn’t matter which three. The rest want to fuck you and will look for suitable opportunities. They know we practice safe sex and that you s...uck as eagerly as you fuck. It will be up to you whether you give them opportunities.”He somehow indicated to them that the show was over and they dispersed reluctantly.“Right, now’s a good time for a swim!” he announced once we had our space to ourselves again.“What? That water’s bloody freezing!” I exclaimed with a play acting. This story is about one of those apartment romps.Jes was entertaining her visiting brother and his friend. We were messaging back and forth for a few hours. I was letting her know just how horny I was and she was getting ramped up from my teasing. Eventually, she told me that her brother was borrowing her car to take the friend home and then to pick up dinner for the two of them. In the meantime, Jes wanted to take a hot shower. I don’t remember who came up with the idea, but the timing was. Anger, hatred, greed, envy and most certainly lust would beconsidered a thing of the past thanks to this marvellous gift. And whobetter to be the first to receive such a gift than its creator?He raised the beaker to his lips and tipped his head back, the beaker'scontents pouring down past his pallet and into his esophagus. The mixturehad an oddly salty flavour to it and it made his mouth and throat tingle.He gulped it all down, letting out a pant of satisfaction as he placedthe beaker back down. I had always been an exhibitionist, and in High School I had found plenty of opportunities to indulge myself at parties, but the prospect of stripping naked and exposing everything I had to the gaze of a barroom full of strange men was so exciting I couldn’t keep my hands off of myself. My fingers stayed busy between my legs all afternoon. When I got to the bar at 7:00, I went to the office to check in. Bill wasn’t there. Instead, a tough looking woman named Ronnie greeted me. her blonde hair.