4 comments/ 49981 views/ 0 favorites Blossoming Rose Ch. 01 By: cahab Monday 12th Dear Diary... I've never written a diary before. No, wait, that's not true. I think I did once. I seem to remember I filled in about two lines for a couple of days before giving up. I was only 14 at the time, a whole third of my life ago. Looking back, I don't really feel like I've changed that much, though I suppose I must have, because I've written over twice as much already. Still, I'm not so daft as to think that I'm going to write in this thing every day. I just feel I need someone to talk to, and there's no-one around at the moment I'm that close to. I feel a little awkward writing like this. I mean, who am I writing to? Myself? Surely I know all this stuff already. A future me, perhaps? Maybe. But I don't know how much to record, in that case. How much would I remember? I have no way of knowing. I think I'm going to assume this journal is a counsellor, at least I know what's expected then. I ought to, anyway. So. Introductions. My name is Diana Rose, and before you start with the jokes, yes, I know there is. My parents didn't know, or care, about the existence of such things as drag queens when I was born, but I seem to have heard about nothing else the last year. I was born and raised in Kent, in England, but I've been living over here in the states for the last year and a bit to finish my degree in psychology. Well, the year anyway, the bit has just been reluctance to return. I'm even more reluctant now. What's my problem? Well... Sex, I suppose. In a word. It's been on my mind a lot recently. First, just before I was due to go home for Christmas my parents split up, because apparently both my parents were having it away with other people, and they finally found out about each other. Then my boyfriend split up with me over the phone, during the course of a long conversation in which he accused me of being frigid. Frigid! I told him his immature fumblings would freeze up a nymphomaniac, and slammed the phone down on him. Trouble is, I know enough about psychology to know I only got mad because there was at least a grain of truth in what he said. I'm twenty-one, nearly twenty-two now, and I don't think I've ever had an orgasm. I've never really enjoyed the business of sex at all. I only ever had the one boyfriend, and whilst I was very fond of him, I can't say that he exactly filled me with lust. And I can't think of anything else that ever has, either. God, that's depressing. I can't write anymore now. I'll come back to this tomorrow. It's 2am, need to sleep. Tuesday 13th Okay, make a list of your problems: No money. Don't want to go home. Flatmate leaving (see 1) No job (see 1 again). Can't take a job here as no green card. Frigid?! Money seems to be main immediate problem. And Marie's leaving doesn't make that any better. I'm going to have to find someone else to share the flat (sorry, apartment). I was just beginning to get to know Marie properly, too. Last year whenever I was in, she was out, and vice versa, as she works nights as a dancer somewhere. Apparently she started doing it to get herself through college, and then decided she liked it more than the job she was studying to do, so she quit college and did it full time. I think she's a pole dancer or something, maybe even a stripper, but I haven't liked to ask. There probably was a right moment, but I think I missed it. After living with someone for six months, it's kind of embarrassing to have to ask questions like that that you ought to have been polite enough to ask. So I just act like I know. I know Marie isn't frigid. I don't think it's quite a different guy every night, but it must be close. I never recognise the same voice twice through the bedroom wall, and I must have run into a couple of dozen strangers over the breakfast table. No business of mine, of course. Hey, I may be frigid, but I don't judge. You can't help but think about stuff like that this close, though. One time there were two guys with her at breakfast, and I kept trying not to catch their eyes. Big guys, too, maybe bouncers or something. I had a dream about joining them the next night, and woke up with sopping wet pyjama bottoms. See, the stuff all works. I tried to masturbate, but... I've just never been able to do that. I get too self-conscious. I mean I know there's only me there, but... Anyway, Marie announced last week she has to leave the apartment at the end of the month. Apparently she's going on this tour thing, and will be away for up to a year. It's all expenses paid, and if she doesn't keep the apartment on here she could save a small fortune. Fair enough, but it means I've pretty much got to go home at the same time. I can't see a way out of it. I'm down to little more than a thousand dollars or so and my return flight as it is. If I have to pay the whole rent myself, with no alternative income... Well, I just can't do it. I said as much to Marie, and she said I could go with her if I liked, they usually take on a couple of girls to help out backstage. That didn't sound too much like fun, hanging around a load of prima donnas and ironing their smalls, so I just smiled weakly and said I'd bear it in mind, as politely as I could. I'd have to be desperate. Thursday 15thh Actually, that should be Friday, as it's about three in the morning. I can't sleep. I just keep going over and over the evening in my mind. There's a little knot of nervous excitement in me that just won't unravel. I guess the first thing was that I spent the afternoon getting a little... Unsteady. Not exactly drunk, but less than completely sober, I'll grant you that. I was trying to work up the courage to ring one of my parents to say I was coming home, but I really didn't want to. For a start, whoever I called, the other would be offended. They would just getting all bitter again, and I frankly thought that both of them had behaved terribly. I couldn't really put my heart into sympathising. But I guess I would have to. I kept picking up the phone, and then putting it down again. Then Marie came in with some guy, actually someone I vaguely recognised, and I smiled at her and made off to go and sulk in my room. However I must have looked a state, because she asked me what was wrong, and then I burst into tears. God bless her, she sent the bloke packing and sat me down to talk. Sorry, dear journal, but apparently I did need to talk to someone, a real, live someone. It all flooded out of me, how I felt about Kevin, how unattractive I felt, how ashamed and worried I was that he was right. I talked about how my parents were obviously alright, so it couldn't be genetic. Marie said that I was talking rubbish. She said I just hadn't had what I needed yet, that I had to be more open. I'm sorry to say I said that that was easy for her to say, that she obviously had no problems with sex. There was a silence, and then she laughed, long and hard, thankfully. I had been just about to apologise and run out. Marie said no, she had no problems at all. Then she asked me to wait, and came back a minute later with something behind her back. She asked me if I thought I could get try being open-minded now. I said I may be frigid, but I'm not a prude. Then she held something out to me. 'Look at that', she said. I looked, and I have to admit I was shocked. I didn't exactly run out screaming, though. I think I said 'Oh'. It was a DVD, in a case which bore, unmistakeably, a picture of Marie in stockings and suspenders and not a stitch else. Even more, There were at least three, I think (I don't have it in front of me now, and I was in kind of a daze I'm not sure how much I'm remembering right), men standing behind her, also naked and... erect. Marie was smiling, with a penis in either hand, one almost to her lips, and another resting on one shoulder, I think. Forgive me, but the title escapes me. I held it gingerly by a corner. 'Oh,' I said again. I couldn't think of what else to say. I was saved from saying it a third time by Marie saying that she'd been in others, but that was the only one with her on the cover. She was obviously quite proud of it. I felt like someone who has been introduced to an ugly baby. Then I checked myself for being so judgemental, and asked if this was her main work. 'No, I really am a dancer,' she said. 'I dance naked sometimes, and once a year I fly over to a place in Amsterdam where they do a kind of dance sex show, during a festival. That's quite fun. But mostly it's just dancing. This tour I'm going on is a bit of all of it, and it's the first time I've been eligible to go. I needed a starring movie, you see. It pays lots, and it should mean I get the chance to strike a lot.' Now I had gone from shocked to bemused. Marie giggled, and ran off again. She came back with an exercise book, the kind you get in school. She handed it to me without a word, and I handed back the DVD. I opened the exercise book and leafed through it. On each line, going through almost to the back of the book, were written lots of words and sentences I didn't understand. Occasionally one would be half intelligible, and then gibberish again. Some lines were crossed out, and most of those were crossed out. 'Fellatio', was the first entry in the book, and one of the few I recognised. I looked enquiringly at Marie. I was getting gradually more relaxed, because she was so obviously unashamed about it. 'They're all sex,' She said. I looked back at the book. All? 'I had to look some of them up, myself,' Marie went on. 'It was a personal challenge.' She explained. Apparently she had considered herself a bit of a closet rebel, and although she had done very well, and gone to college with high grades and expectations, her real hobby was sex, and she was trying to work her way through all the male students and staff (I think she was exaggerating here, but I can't be sure). She'd done all there was to do, and quantity was the only challenge. But then she'd got chatting to a psychology professor (again my naivety ashamed me) who started talking to her about fetishes. She'd looked them up and there were hundreds. 'I decided I had to do them all, or at least as many as wouldn't get me physically maimed. I figured it out that, assuming even that I want to finish by the time I'm fifty, I have to do at least fifteen a year. And I'm falling behind. I keep finding out about new ones, too. And I can't resist going back to some of the favourites. Sometimes I manage two at once, but most are pretty obscure. I write to people through the internet, though, and I have meets set up at the places we're passing through. I reckon I might be able to knock off most of the harder ones in one year.' She sat back and looked smug. It had just begun to strike me that, a little like Marie, I simply hadn't realised how little I knew. I tried to give Kevin a blow job once, and it just hurt my jaw, and made him sore. I had thought that was being daring. But this... I mean, just what the hell is Harpaxophilia? Or Plushies? Or Bukkake? For all I knew some of these meant having tea with a maiden aunt. 'I envy you,' I said. I don't know where that came from. She said there was no need, that anyone could open up. 'You just need to find someone to press the right button,' She said. I said I wasn't even sure if I had a button. I admitted I'd never even had an orgasm. 'What, never? Not even on your own?' 'I find it a little... Icky,' I admitted. 'I'm not even sure what to do.' 'Oh. Would you like me to show you?' I had to restrain an urge to say no too quickly, and loudly. I can't recall exactly what I did say, but she gave no sign of offence. She said 'Wait,' and for the third time disappeared into her room. She handed me a carrier bag. 'A present.' I looked inside, and there was a rather intimidatingly large vibrator, all pink and black, and with a see-through section with lots of little beads in it. It was, thankfully, still shrink-wrapped. I didn't know what to say. 'I bought it for someone because she liked the sound of mine,' she said, 'but then it turned out she'd bought one herself. You can have it.' I mumbled a thank you, and put it aside. We talked for about another couple of hours, and Marie told me about some of the things she'd done that had gone wrong. She could have done stand-up, and I simply screamed with laughter. She made it all seem so... Normal. I guess, without even knowing it, I'd been brought up to think sex was dirty, and here I was chatting to a girl who'd slept with, according to one story, at least seven men at once. And it seemed like me that was odd. Eventually Marie made her excuses and left, and I followed to my own room soon after. I still felt I ought to call some parent or other, but I also still didn't want to. I wasn't tired, lazing about with very little to do will do that to you, so I watched some TV for a while, I don't know what, I wasn't really paying attention. I couldn't stop thinking about Marie. What was it like, to enjoy sex that much? To make it the central feature of your life? I couldn't be unique in not understanding that. I felt like for Marie I was like someone who never opened her eyes, for fear of... What? What held me back? Was I shy? Ugly? Disabled from enjoying what she revelled in in some way? I stripped off and marched over to the mirror, and studied myself. Flat stomach, the gym was paid for in advance. Decent size breasts, and pert enough not to need a bra, though I usually did because I was conscious of my nipples, which were often quite hard. Maybe that was a message from my body. I tried to look back over my shoulder at my bottom. What I could see of it seemed okay. And I was certain my legs were fine, I had always thought they were my best feature. Face I wasn't sure about, I have never felt the same way about it two days running. Some days I think I look gorgeous, other days I wish I had a yashmak to cover my troll-like features. I couldn't see anything obviously wrong though, even without make-up. And blondes are supposed to have more fun, right? Overall, I decided my self-image was fine. In fact if anything, looking at my naked body just made me all the more, well, turned on, I suppose. I was turned on, by myself. I wonder if that was in the list? Tentatively, I reached down and ran my hands over myself. I was wet, and any pleasure I might feel from the sensation was switched off by the general ickiness. Wiped my hand on the eiderdown. Euw. Dammit, what was wrong with me? Why couldn't I get over this? It wasn't like I was going to jump out of a plane or anything. I sat down on the bed, staring into my sparse pubic hair. Then I jumped up again with a fresh determination. I peeped round the door of my room. The living room was still in darkness. Heart pounding, and still naked, I ran over to the couch and grabbed the carrier bag, and then back into my room, closing the door swiftly and silently behind me. I sat down on the bed again and opened up the bag. If I didn't have the right kind of batteries I could at least use it to play with myself without touching myself, if you see what I mean... To my surprise, though, the thing didn't take batteries. Taped to the bottom was a cord, and a plug. That scared me a little. Suppose the thing went mad? I could just see myself as tabloid fodder. I plugged it in and switched on. Nothing. There were no instructions, so I didn't know what to do. I examined the thing carefully, and found a dial on the bottom. I turned it up, and the thing juddered and shook in my hand. I suppressed a shriek and dropped it. Then I picked it up again, washed it in my sink, and plugged it back in. It was oddly organic, the way it quivered, like an eel with epilepsy. It was quite pleasant, when I held it to my breasts, like having them gently stroked and teased. I tried it on the back of my neck, and that was quite pleasant too, a gentle massage. I turned it down lower and examined it. It is pliant from hallway along, and bent like one of those poseable toys. I even tried putting it in my mouth, and I found that strangely comforting, like a huge pacifier. I sucked my thumb 'till quite late, I seem to remember. I was just putting off the moment. Slowly, still turned down low, I placed it to my clitoris. I felt a slight tingling, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, like somebody was blowing on them. I curved it around into almost a U-shape, and slightly into my vagina. Pleasant, and not too intrusive. And I didn't feel too inhibited either, which was good. I felt pleased with myself, and turned it up. That was nice. I wasn't exactly panting on the floor, but it was already the best sex I had ever had. How sad is that? The best lay I've had was this damn rubber thing? Anyway. I carried on like that for a few minutes, and then kind of on a whim, I tried pressing down on y clit just that little bit harder. I shuddered as a strange sensation flowed through me. Woah. I had no idea my body could feel like that. I did that for another few minutes, quite happily. It was like snuggling up in a really comfortable bed, you know? That doesn't really cover it, but I don't know how else to describe it. That was nice, but I was already beginning to want more, so I turned the thing up a couple of notches. Man, I must have ridden that thing for an hour. I lay there, on the edge of the bed, just panting. Images were going through my head, I don't know where from, my subconscious I suppose. Sucking some guy's cock whilst someone else fucked me. Having people there, watching me do this, and that just turned me on more. Kissing Marie, I dwelt on that one quite a long time. I ran a hand over my breasts, imagining they were hers, oh, and being fucked, being fucked, being fucked so damn hard, oh... I think I screamed when I came the first time, but I'm not really sure. I lay there, out of breath afterwards, waiting for Marie to come and see if I was being murdered. She never came, so I assumed I was okay (either that or she just could tell why I was screaming). After a few minutes, I did it all over again. Then, and I'm really proud of myself for this one, I stuck the thing inside me and made myself come with my hands. By this point the moisture just made me feel horny. In fact I even dared myself to taste it; didn't taste like how I thought it would, but don't ask me what that was. After that I decided three times was enough for a first time, and that I might wear myself out or something. I put the thing away in my knicker draw and tried to go to sleep. Thing is, I've been lying here trying to sleep now for well over two hours, and I'm still wide awake. I keep thinking about the tour Marie's going on, and what she'll get up to. I can't bear the thought of maybe never knowing. And if I go back home, I'll never see her again. The more I think about it, the job she mentioned sounded ideal. All expenses paid, she said. Maybe I could tag along even without a green card. My visa was good for another three months. No rent and meals paid for, and my thousand dollars would last a long time. Maybe I would just mention it, kind of in passing, over breakfast. And since I've put the light on anyway to write this, and I'm all awake anyway, one more time couldn't hurt, could it? We need more authors for this chain story to work. If you're interested in joining this chain, you can read the following thread, and then jump in-- -- New Chain Story... Blossoming Rose. Blossoming Rose Ch. 06 Thursday Feb. 12th Dear Diary Sorry for the lapse in time, it's actually 2am on the 13th. I've been rather busy what with the move from New York City to Cleveland. As you know there's only the two of us to handle all the bull work for eight prima Donna strippers. Oops! Sorry, exotic dancers. Or at least that's what they wish themselves to be called. If the men out front only knew what pigs some of these women are. Well, let's just say that it would certainly invade the fantasy image portrayed out there on the stage, and leave it at that. Which is probably why they hire two backstage girl flunkies like me, and Mac for these tours in the first place. Still, I can't complain too much, I've been able to add another $200.00 to my account for just one week's work. And add to that more sexual satisfaction in one night than I've had most of my life, and you can understand why I walk on winged feet these days. Now then, getting back to where I left off on Monday. Maria has once again come to my rescue in helping me define myself. On those rare occasions when we get together now like on the flight to Cleveland she easily defined my new persona once I explained how I felt. "Being bisexual isn't a curse," Marie said. "Bisexual?" "It means you swing both ways," she giggled, then explained further; "You enjoy both cock as well as pussy, right?" When I nodded in agreement; "Then you're bisexual, like me. We enjoy both sides of the coin, and aren't limited to possible sex partners due to their gender. Too bad you took so long to find this out. We could have had a hell of a time in that apartment of ours." "Well, we do have the rest of the tour together," I hinted. "I can't promise anything," she hedged, "you know how busy my schedule is. But Bruno is coming to Cleveland this weekend to stand in for one of their regular bouncers. He doesn't have to, but I think he wants to see you again." I'm afraid I don't remember much of the conversation after that other than that she was going to try to set up a three-way with Bruno at his hotel room for me, and her. As after that all I could think of then, and now was the three of us in the same bed at the same time. Forgive me, but Mac, my roommate is trying to sleep now. I'll get back to you tomorrow. Hopefully Mac won't find out about Bruno, or if she does it won't matter to her that I slept with her brother. Her and I have become very close, and I'd hate to start a row with her now. Sunday, Feb. 15th 6pm EST I know... I know... I said I would keep this up to date, and put something in here daily, but that may not be possible, and we'll just both have to learn to live with it. As they say here in America; "shit happens!" It's almost dinnertime, and Mac is out running an errand. So it's a good time for me to catch you up on what happened the last two nights. As you know Bruno was supposed to be coming to Cleveland to replace one of the bouncers at the club they are featured at this weekend. Well, that was all a ruse by Marie to give me the most wonderful Valentine's gift ever. He worked as a bouncer right enough, but only as a freelancer for the Cleveland club this weekend. Bruno was inside of the club when I arrived early Friday to set up stage props, and such. Actually, I saw him first as he had his back to me, but there was no way I could ever forget that chiseled butt, and bull like back muscles stretching out that club T-shirt. A quick goose made him aware of my presence though. And having him lift me straight up, under my arms, and twirl me around as if I were no more than a feathered pillow had my heart pounding in my chest. "Well! If it isn't my favorite, Rose bud! Have you gotten in the habit of grabbing every bouncer's ass now? Or was that your way of telling me that you missed me?" "I refuse, as you Yanks say, to incriminate myself," I said hanging there by his hands five feet off the ground. The next thing I knew he had me cradled in his arms like a newborn. "I've missed you," he said in earnest. "Me? Or the notch you didn't get a chance to put on your belt?" "Both," he replied honestly. "You think maybe we should get beyond the latter to see how we match up with the former?" "You know what I like about you Brits?" "Not entirely, no," but I winked just the same. "Your practicality," and he eased me back down to stand on my own two feet. We both knew that I had to get to work. "We can talk about this later, right" I inquired, then stretched up to give him a peck on the cheek before turning to head back stage. His hand lingering possessively on my rear until I was out of reach was all the assurance I needed that we would definitely talk, and much more. It went like that between us the rest of the night whenever we got close as we both did our jobs. A goose here, a caress there, and a rub in between as blatantly as two people in a crowded room could. I was actually happy to do all of those menial errands for the first time in my life as it gave me more opportunities to tease, and touch Bruno. In fact I was getting so hot that Marie pulled me aside to ask if Bruno was the reason I smelled like a rabid bitch in heat with the wet spot growing in my jeans. "You do realize," she whispered pulling me aside, "that your raging pheromones are driving the customers out there crazy, don't you? None of the girls has had less than a five-dollar bill stuffed into their stockings, or thong all night long. And this is Cleveland for God's sake." "And that's bad?" I smirked. "Listen, I talked to Bruno, and he wants us to meet him at his hotel after work. If that's okay with you that is." "Sounds great to me." "Good. Oh, and I've brought a few goodies along to spice tonight up even more." The goodies turned out to be custom made satin suspenders with matching strapless quarter cup bra, thong panties, and seamed nylon stockings worn under body hugging mini skirt dresses made of spandex. My ensemble was all in black, and Maria's all in a deep purple. By the time she pulled the matching three-inch stiletto high heels out of her bag I already felt most appropriately like a right down in the dirt street corner strumpet. Not bad mind you, unless you're thinking bad as in hot toddy sinfully... well, you get the picture. Once again Maria did our makeup, and worked miracles with my hair. I'm getting better at applying my own make up, but I just didn't trust my hands to stop shaking long enough to apply it properly for this special occasion. And they were indeed shaking the very moment I came out of the shower, and caught Marie dressing up for our special evening with Bruno. I know I've described how lovely Maria is before, and it goes without saying how attractive she'd have to be to star in one of those movies, or perform out there on stage for this tour. But seeing her there just before she slipped into that painted on dress had my quim sizzling, knowing that I too would soon look more naked than naked in similar clothing. After all, the demi bra we both would be wearing held the breasts more like a pair of fondling hands leaving the nipples totally exposed above. And the satin suspenders, (they call them garter belts here in the states) holding up the seamed nylons actually frame the most erotic area a human owns. Causing anyone who happens to see you in these things to focus their attention on your naughtiness' more than they would if you were just totally naked. In fact, if a woman wore elbow length gloves, and a hood on her head with this kind of outfit I don't think she could personally define her existence any better for a man. Or for me for that matter. And we were definitely on the prowl for a specific man by the time we left the club, and got in the taxicab together. Even so, we probably freaked out our driver when we started kissing, and petting with each other in the back seat. The musk of our two hot pussies (I absolutely love calling it a pussy now.) mixed with our Lanven'dare perfume was driving Maria, and I crazy, so it must have been giving that poor elderly cabby constant erectile dysfunction, as he barely avoided three head on collisions on the way to Bruno's hotel. The Sheraton Hotel stood out like a giant cock against the basically flat background surrounding the Cleveland-Hopkins International Airport. However once inside I felt more at home as the interior has that older European look of elegant roominess to it. We got several appreciative looks from the bar as we passed it, along with the look of distrust from the Capt. Picard look alike behind the reception desk in the lobby. I guess we looked like bloody prostitutes to these people the way we were dressed up. But no one stopped us from getting on the lift, and we were soon knocking on Bruno's hotel suite's door. I had to catch my breath when Bruno opened the door dressed up in a Chippendale outfit decorated with small stick on paper hearts all over him. His magnificent musculature, usually more befitting on a hairy gorilla, looked great in that outfit, even though it had Maria giggling. And I followed her lead brushing my hand lightly against his bulge in passing when we entered. Both Maria, and I gasped when we caught sight of the bedchamber. Arrayed all around the four-poster bed, on every flat surface was a forest of lit scented candles. Their light illuminating our focus on the bed that was literally covered in a white satin sheet with red, and pink rose petals strewn all over it. With three red satin heart shaped candy box sized red pillows all saying "Be My Valentine," placed at the head of the bed. "Too much?" Bruno's voice inquired behind us. And we turned to find him holding two glasses of red wine. Our answer was to simply start shimmying out of our body hugging spandex dresses before accepting the wine. "Wow!" Bruno barely managed to breath out handing us each a glass, then picking up another for himself. "Er, uh, I hope you like this wine, it's a French wine; Château Nuf Du Papa." "From the vineyard of the Pope," I smiled at his mangling of French. It was so sweet. And too, he beamed with such enthusiasm for having pleased me with his choice of wine for this get together. Or maybe he was just beaming from having me kiss him, and cup his bulge from one side as Maria did the same from his other side. I'm not sure. But in moments, with teamwork we had him out of that Chippendale outfit, and more naked than we were now without our thongs. Bruno's excitement over having two women working him over at the same time was self evident, and stood out at almost a perfect tantalizing 90% angle above his swollen testicles. The veins throbbing along the full length of his prick gave it the thick muscular, taunt skin look of a body builder's arm. And once we had Bruno laid out in the middle of the bed covered with rose petals, Maria moved around on all fours until she was between his legs, and then took his prick into her mouth, much like a starving calf sucking on its mother's teat. And it was then that Bruno grabbed hold of me, lifting me in the air with his strong arms, and turning me around so that I ended up suddenly straddling his face with my bald wet pussy against his lips. I was immediately overwhelmed with blood rushing to my head as Bruno's tongue, and lips paid undivided homage to my naked crotch, and his hands teased, fondled, and squeezed my arse right properly. My pussy gushing as I had one of those multiple mini cums that go on forever when someone is eating me. However wonderful my present position was it also gave me the advantage of being able to watch Maria give Bruno a right good blow job, and add my own tongue, and lips to her effort just by bending down to the task. In this way I learned close up, and personal how to really suck a man's cock. Maria didn't just swallow that bone down to the root, she made love to it with everything she owned. Her hands stroking where her lips weren't along the length, her breasts alternately rubbing, and cuddling up against his scrotum all working in conjunction to pull the raw juices of life from deep within his loins. And she would have probably succeeded in a few more seconds if Bruno hadn't bucked us both off of him just then. "Oh no you don't!" Bruno cried out. "I want this to last until sunrise, and if you had kept that up, I don't think I'd be able to make it until then. Besides, I'd rather cum in both of your cunts first. That way you can lick it out afterwards if you want to." I, of course, had heard the word cunt before. But it always sounded so crude, and utterly sexist to me. As if by saying cunt, instead of pussy the person saying it was labeling cattle parts for butchering. But the way Bruno said it made me proud to have a cunt for him to dump his load in. In fact it made me feel as if I were his private property, and also something to be cherished as well as exploited. Not a bad feeling, just different. "How about you two 69," he suggested, "and that way I can fuck whoever is on top doggy style." Maria's wide grin as she sprawled out on her back on the rose petals, and beckoned me to lay atop of her inverted gave me goose pimples. I nearly came just from spraddling her beautiful face, and did when she locked her lips on my... my cunt as her tongue slipped into my slit. Damn that girl has a talented tongue, and she evidently enjoyed the raw ripe flavor of my pussy. Once again hands, and fingers were caressing my bum as a tongue tasted the essence of my inner being. Without urging I laid down to cuddle my face in Maria's flowing pristine pussy, and began to reciprocate with my lips, fingers, hands, and tongue that which she was doing to me with hers. I'm sure the two of us made quite an exciting spectacle for Bruno. Because a minute or so later I felt another pair of hands caressing my hot flesh, moving along my backside then down along my sides to cup, and fondle my breasts. And that's when I felt something else rub along the crack of my bum. Something stiff, but also fleshy as it was hot against my slightly cooler rear, and made me tremble in anticipation. I could feel Maria's upper body repositioning herself between my legs. And then I felt her guide Bruno's hard throbbing fuck muscle, and place the head of his cock between the lips of my boiling pussy. Her tongue still dancing on my clitty as Bruno slowly inserted his prick into my cunt. Yes, I'm getting to like the way that word feels as another way of describing my vagina. It tastes so nasty good, like when a dog barks at his bitch in heat just before mounting her. And on all fours prone over Maria's beautiful body, dressed like a tart in suspenders, with Bruno's cock starting to saw in and out of me I felt like a right proper glorious bitch in heat at that. I continued to eat Maria's pussy with great enthusiasm. And she in turned tortured my clit until I was so close to Cumming, that all it took was another stroke of Bruno's ramming tool into my cunt, and I exploded into hyperspace becoming a human super nova. Spots flashed before my eyes, like I was having a heart attack, my body undulating like a continuous wave when suddenly Bruno's cock erupted inside of me, and Maria's pussy went into meltdown as well. Her pussy spilling little rivulets of her juices for me to lap up as I slowly returned to Earth. We had some more wine, and then started all over again, this time with me on the bottom. It went like that all night long. Me, and Maria trading places back and forth on the bed. And when Bruno needed extra time to recuperate Maria, and I would inspire him with a little more girl, on girl lesbian action. I came so many times with either a cock, or a tongue, and fingers stimulating my pussy that I lost count long before the sun began to peek over the horizon into our window. The three of us spent most of the day in bed together in Bruno's hotel suite either sleeping or enjoying each other until we had to return to work for the Valentine's Day extravaganza at the club. But believe me, when I say, the show that night was next to boring compared to what went on before, and after the show, and on into Sunday. The last show in Cleveland is tonight, and then we'll leave on a flight tomorrow. I can't wait to rehash this all with Maria on the flight, and see if maybe in the future we can arrange to have more men join us. This being bisexual is like playing Spades with a loaded deck. Blossoming Rose Ch. 08 Monday, June 7 Dear Diary, I have so much to tell you that I hardly know where to begin. But like Julie Andrews once sang, I’ll start at the very beginning. After the excitement of New Orleans and the ‘happenings’ there, I kind of retreated into my shell again. Why? Worried about becoming a whore. Worried about enjoying sex too much. Worried that one day, a man would tell me that some other woman’s ass was tighter than mine. Don’t get me wrong. I was very happy to see Star get her comeuppance but the owner’s words still stuck in my brain. I admired Marie but I wasn’t ready to become her. We tripped across the country to Dallas, where the men are as big as the state. Much to my surprise, Mac’s brother, Alex, turned up for another visit, only this time, he wasn’t here to see Mac. He came to see me. Yes, Diary, you read correctly. He came to see me! Marie gave me a huge smile when I told her. “You’re like a Lay’s potato chip.” She whispered, “No one can eat you just once.” Her words brought hot blood rushing to my face, recalling the times that she had done just that. Just remembering her very agile tongue made my thong suddenly dampen. I smiled back at her. “I’ll take a rain check.” Alex showed up at the club were headlining at, The Dollhouse, and once again, we were faced with the problem of having jealous girls trying to sabotage us. But this time, we paid closer attention to our items and also had an ally named Krystyl on our side. She was the owner’s daughter and she could have been a top performer herself. Her nice-sized breasts with pouty nipples, creamy red-gold hair and lightly freckled skin made my mouth water. And there’s nothing wrong with that, Diary. Being bi-sexual isn’t bad! “You’re Diana, right?” “Yes.” “I thought so. Marie described you to a T.” The way she smiled made me wonder what my former roommate had said. “She said you were sweet.” “She’s too nice.” I said, arising from my duty of checking the costume bags. “Is there something you need?” “No.” Krystyl gave me a mischievous little smile. “At least not right at this moment but I have something for you.” “Something for me?” “Yeah. A tall drink of water, dark amber eyes, built like a brick shithouse … “ I stared at her like she was crazy. “Goes by the name of Alex.” “Alex? Alex is here?” “He’s at the front door waiting for you. I didn’t know who he was so I didn’t let him in.” I left Krystyl at a dead run. Of course, I apologized for her later and she’d only laughed. When I came around the corner, Alex was standing there, a Bud dangling loosely from his hand. His handsome face lit up when he saw me and I threw myself into his arms. “I guess you missed me.” He swung me around with a laugh. “Yes, I did.” I wanted to kiss him but suddenly felt as awkward as a teenager around him. He solved the problem by leaning down and molding his lips to mine. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Mac’s been telling me that you’re doing a great job.” “Mac’s a real sweetheart. She’s pulled my ass out of the fire a few times.” “Speaking of asses … “ His strong hands wandered south, cupping my butt cheeks and giving them a hard squeeze while he rubbed his hard cock against me. “Any chance of you getting out of here for a few hours?” “No. I’ve got too much to do.” I licked my lips, thinking about return engagement with his cock. “But I’m free after the show.” “Good.” “But I want dinner this time.” I pulled him close, licking his ear. “And I’m going to eat it off of your body.” I didn’t mistake the shiver that I felt from him nor the change in his dark eyes. “Is that a promise?” “Most definitely.” I leaned up to give him a kiss this time. “Now, let me get back to work, okay?” “I’ll see you after the show.” I couldn’t control my happiness. The other girls, even the bitch, wondered what was going on. Only Marie and Mac know. Well, the show’s about to begin and I’ve got to get going. See you later! Tuesday, June 8 It’s almost three in the afternoon and I can’t believe what’s happened. What would you say, Diary, if I told you that Alex is laying on my left side and Mac on my right? You wouldn’t believe me, right? Well, I’m telling the truth. But I bet you want to know how this happened, don’t you? The show went off without a hitch, which was to put it lightly, a miracle. One of the club’s regular dancers, a piece of spun sugar that went by the name of Destinee, had the nerve to show up wearing a piece of EmberLyn’s clothing. Only then did we discover that she had stolen EmberLyn’s entire costume bag. We managed to recover all of her stuff, except for a dress that she’d given to a friend. Then, twenty minutes before the show started, Darling Mikki, one of the leading performers, started her monthlies and I ended up having to commandeer Krystyl’s car to get tampons at the store. Tampons and ibuprofen, that is. Alex showed up as he said he would and sat at a reserved table near the stage, nursing drinks and smiling whenever he caught my eye. My heart raced, of course, but I tried to do my best to keep my mind on the task at hand. It was tough. I kept thinking about Alex’s thick cock pumping deep into my pussy and by the time the first dancer was done, my panties were soaked. I tried to ignore the trickle of juice running down my leg until Marie ran her hand up the inside of my thigh and walked away with a smile, licking her palm. The bitch descended on Alex like the plague of locusts, trying to take up where she’d been before and Alex, ever the gentleman, endured her presence until I came up, freshly coiffed and ready for a little action. “Alex!” “Oh, no!” Amber, also known as the bitch, stood up, her eyes flashing. “You’re not going to pull the same crap on me!” “Sorry to burst your bubble but Diana’s my date and I’ve just been passing time with you while waiting for her.” Alex’s declaration made my smile even larger and she shrieked in anger, stalking away, but not without throwing me a withering glance. I was happy but I knew I’d have problems with her later. After all, there was another six months to go on this tour. “So .. “ He faced me, a bright smile on his handsome face. “So, how about that dinner?” I opted for Chinese. We took the order back to the hotel room and I was happy to find that Mac wasn’t there. I quickly stripped Alex and had him lay on the bed, then opened the containers of sushi and began to set them all over his naked body. Raw salmon on his nipples, cucumber and carrot on his ribs, California-style circling his hard cock. A pink mound of pickled ginger went on his left shoulder and a green lump of wasabi on his right shoulder perched on his right. Grabbing a pair of chopsticks, I looked down at what would probably be the best dinner I’d ever had in my life. Until Mac opened the door. The look on her face was priceless. She wasn’t as beautiful as her brother, but she shared his DNA. She stood in the doorway, her eyes riveted on the body of her naked Adonis brother, the raw fish buffet on his delicious body and me standing above him with a pair of chopsticks. I had no idea what to say. Neither did Alex. “Hungry?” I pasted on a tentative smile and held out a pair of chopsticks. I was more than surprised when Mac closed the door and took the utensils from my hand. “Famished.” I poured some soy sauce into a shallow waxed bowl and handed it to her. “Let’s eat.” And so we ate. I served Alex and fed myself while Mac used the chopsticks mostly around her brother’s rock-hard cock. More than once, I caught her using the sticks to probe his firm meat and the expression on Alex’s face was one of rapture. I had spent so much time on myself that I neglected to think about others, namely Alex and his sister, Mac. Might this be some unknown area of the map? I took a slice of pickled ginger and carefully balanced it on the purpled head of Alex’s cock and bent down to eat it off, using my tongue to slide into his pee hole. Alex responded with a moan and looked up at me, then to his sister who had placed a stray slice of salmon on the table-like head of his cock. Without a pause, Mac swallowed the fish and the mushroom head of his cock in one movement. Alex moaned again, this time louder, since it was his sister. I grinned at Mac who promptly smothered me in a kiss, her tongue searing me with a combination of natural heat and wasabi. I didn’t need any more coaxing than that kiss, especially when her hand strayed down to my sopping wet panties and burrowed between wet cotton and humid flesh, sliding into my pussy. I hung onto Mac like a drowning rat, accepting her kiss and her domination. Alex slowly arose, the uneaten chunks of sushi falling onto the bed. Rice was everywhere but we didn’t care. Mac released me and she and I pulled out clothes off as Alex lay back, opening his arms to us. I let Mac take his mouth and I concentrated on his thick cock, licking it from balls to tip and savoring the sweet taste of his slimy pre-cum. Mac joined me a minute later, swinging her ass towards Alex’s head and both of us moaned against his hard pole as he slid a stiff finger into the depths of our exposed pussies. My lips met Mac’s over Alex’s cock and I shook, my juices jetting out and coating Alex’s finger. Her mouth was so soft, softer than Marie’s, if that was possible and her tongue was as experienced as Marie’s. Alex gave me a curt smack on the ass, pushing me around so that I could sink down onto his cock while Mac straddled his face, pulling me back into a deep kiss that threatened to make me soak the bed. Alex filled me up, his thick meat pulsing inside my weeping pussy walls and Mac’s tongue filled my mouth, driving me toward an inescapable orgasm that had me screaming Alex’s name into Mac’s warm mouth. Mac hadn’t cum yet. Her moans and whimpers from Alex’s work on her pussy told a story of being close but she hadn’t reached the peak. Now sliding onto her brother’s cum-greased cock, she reached for the stars, allowing me to take her place over Alex’s exploring tongue. It didn’t take me long before I was cumming again, coating his lips, tongue and throat with juices. Mac came seconds later, her fingers tweaking my nipples and a wide smile on her face. Alex gently pushed her off and pressed us onto our backs, wanking like a mad man. Thick gobs of his cum shot out onto our bodies and we dutifully rubbed it in, saving a few morsels to taste and share between each other. He gathered us into his arms, alternately giving us kisses and waiting for his cock to reawaken. I reached across his body and touched Mac’s hard nipples, hoping that the night’s festivities weren’t over yet. They weren’t. Could I have been any luckier, Diary? Well, I must go again. Alex has woken up and he’s pushing me up onto my knees, kneeling behind me. God, I want his cock again, but since I feel his breath on my thigh, I think I’m going to get another treat first. More later!