"Although I wasn't sure I could take more in my mouth without gagging, I pushed myself further."There you go, sissy, you did it. You got all eight inc...es of my meat. Now play with my balls and get me off."Eager to taste my first load of cum, I furiously bobbed on his cock like a slutty teenage girl, not the forty-four year old married father of two I was, pulling and rolling his big balls in my hand."I'm getting close, faggot," he grunted, which had my free hand going to my own cock. I pumped. ...I'm bisexual. ." I went on to say that I knew and that I was attracted to him but was unsure if we should and was nervous. Monty reassured me and made me feel better about what we were about to do, being my first time and all.I think back and laugh at how good he was at convincing me......don't regret it was too much fun. After a while of talking and reassuring and telling me it will be great it started.......He kissed me softly and his hand found its way under my shorts and began stroking. I let her lick and suck me, finger my ass, as I savor the taste, slowly swallowing the load, keeping just a little. I move up and kiss Mae. We share the last of his cum. And he’s still hard! He lies back on the stack of hotel pillows and strokes his cock. Mae and I move to either side of him and kiss, with his dick between our lips. Our tongues explore him, we lick his shaft, head, balls. We take turns taking him deeply into our mouths. He doesn’t hold back this time and lets his second load. I was feeling more and more comfortable with my continually growing passion for sex. In fact, I was feeling somewhat empowered by it.There was very little doubt about it anymore, I was becoming a little slut, and I was, at least in part, enjoying it. I was almost constantly horny, just thinking about anything remotely sexual for a moment made my pussy wet. When I went back to school, I even think I was walking around the halls with more confidence.School was still torture. Not the work,.