Jasmine's adventures at the Demeter Foundation, Chapter 8
Halfway to her rooms, Jasmine realized changing into her bikini was unnecessary. She had always worn a swimsuit for her evening parties, and sometimes splashed about for a bit in the pool to relax after the fun was done, but not always. Since she planned on visiting Lily later that evening, she decided to skip the swim. That way she wouldn't have to dry off and change clothes yet again.
Then she thought, what if Jolanda was there? Seeing her swimming nude in the pool that time had been quite a thrill, and she simply would not be able to resist joining her! She had only seen her that one time, though, and of course even if Jolanda were there, Jasmine wouldn't need a bikini to get into the water...
Now, with a little extra time on her hands, she took the long way around, occasionally stopping to talk with other guests she knew, though few had stayed out after dark. Some of them, toned and tanned, had been at the clinic for a while. Some were newcomers, struggling even to walk a little ways along the tree-lined paths of the clinic grounds, big hips and arse rolling as they moved, heavy breasts swinging, chest damp from perspiration. (Strangely, though Jasmine had been at the clinic for quite some time, her body was still as heavy as any newcomer's. It was a subject the fitness coaches, the nutritionist and the doctor were all consulting about. They even had a name for it: Jasmine's Enigma).
Speaking of the doctor, there he was, evidently returning home after a long day. Jolanda was with him and they were holding hands as they walked. Jasmine had noticed that both wore wedding rings, but never made the connection. They both said hello pleasantly and Jasmine, if she was being honest, would have said that the doctor had looked at her only briefly and quite politely. Somehow, though, when she was in his presence, she felt as if her modest clothes hid nothing from his eyes.
Nonsense, of course. He was practically the only man at the clinic who *hadn't* seen her naked, unless he'd stopped by to watch the water aerobics in the clothing optional area. When he had examined her -- always thoroughly professionally -- she'd never shown him so much as a nipple or a stray pubic hair curling out from its hiding place between her legs.
The doctor (and the nonexistent nurse Jasmine had fantasized) had touched her intimately only in her erotic dreams. Dreams often more suited to a teenage girl than the mature woman Jasmine considered herself to be.
Even so, she felt deep down that he somehow knew her pussylips were already moistening themselves, and not just in anticipation of her little party down by the pool. Despite the skirt she wore, her sensible white cotton panties and the dense thicket of untrimmed pubic hair between her legs, somehow this handsome, confident medical man knew her natural lubrication had started to flow, her body responding to the mere thought -- the impossible *fantasy!* -- of his hands caressing her.
Shaking her head in embarrassment, she hurried on down to the deserted swimming pool in the clothing-optional area. No, not quite deserted. The door to the cabaña was open and a light was on inside.
At the door, she stopped and stared. No fewer than five young men stood there waiting, all eyeing her a little nervously. Was she late after all? Would they have started without her? Imagine finding a room full of boys caressing each other, lips, tongues penises, buttocks, fingers all busily working together...
"Hello!" she smiled brightly, though her knees felt weak, her mouth watering as she saw erections beginning to tent their trousers. She should have brought Lily, there was enough cock here for sharing, and then some!
"If I've brought too many --" one of the boys she knew from a previous play session blurted out.
"Nonsense," she had to swallow to keep from drooling, "A girl's dream is to be adored by as many handsome young men as possible!" She nodded towards the chrome and plastic bathing chair they'd set up in front of a table, "I can see you've set things up to make it easier to handle a crowd!"
She could feel the whole room breathing easier. Two or three boys murmured "Yes ma'am!" or "Thank you, ma'am!"
"Now let me get things started," she said, walking down the line of boys and deftly unbuttoning or unzipping each one, fishing out a stiffening penis, giving it one quick stroke with her fingertips, then moving on to the next.
Stepping back, unbuttoning her blouse, she admired her work, five bouncing erections, five boys scrambling to drop their trousers and strip off their shirts. She shrugged out of her blouse and put it on one of the stored beach chairs. Her skirt followed, but she waited until she had their undivided attention before reaching behind and unhooking her brassière. She could almost *hear* the sound of five pairs of eyes bugging, the spring of five penises springing up as her breasts tumbled out!
Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, she pulled down, feeling the cool breeze on her damp pubic hair. Was her boyfriend's semen from this afternoon's lovemaking already leaking out? Not yet, she decided, but her own juices had been flowing so freely she had to drape her wet panties carefully across the back of the beach chair to dry out.
The bathing chair was a different matter. The boys had courteously removed the centre piece from the seat, giving any boy who wanted to lie under the chair intimate access to her, but it exposed her so thoroughly, stretched her open so blatantly that any boy putting his head under it to tend to her orally would risk tasting a drop of her boyfriend's semen.
She decided to be as direct as possible. "Tonight we'll see if any of you can measure up to my boyfriend," she said, licking her lips to emphasize that she intended only to take their cocks in her mouth, "He came to visit me this afternoon," she stroked her fingers through her damp pubic bush to emphasize that her boyfriend's cock had been permitted between her pussylips, "If any of you are queasy at the thought of tasting another man's sperm hot from his girlfriend's pussy, I'd advise you to stick to sucking on my titties." She lifted them up with her palms, pointing the juicy, engorged nipples right at them.
Walking over to her throne, she sat like a Queen, pulling her herself open so vigorously she expected some of Alder's last ejaculate to come trickling out any second. "Or," she said with a smile and a wicked wink, "You can tongue my arse-hole instead. I enjoy that kind of premium service. Now," She pointed to a shy Oriental lad she'd never seen before, "Come and sit down," she patted the table in front of her, "A nice, fresh, lovely new cock is something I *especially* enjoy!"
Next time, she thought, she would bring her spare anal plug, put it on the table and make each boy sit on it before she would touch her tongue to his cock. Somehow, a boy seemed to taste that much better when he was stimulated anally as well as orally. She started with his testicles, which were either shaven or naturally hairless. Her tongue explored the nubbly flesh before she took each in her mouth and sucked on it very gently.
Meantime, the other boys had all got on their knees and got very busy. She felt kisses on the back of her neck, her buttocks, her thighs. Nipples sucked on, clit, arse-hole and, yes, her wide open semen dripping vaginal entrance were all tongued.
There were only four of them, how did they manage it all?! One enterprising lad had even slipped off her sandals and begun sucking on her toes. All before she had taken the first male organ in her mouth (She supposed testicles do count as male organs though...)
And, right in front of her, that first male organ was already pearling, her ministrations to his semen supply setting his reservoirs overflowing, a beautiful glistening drop of clear delicious goodness forming at the tip of his penis! She tasted it... heavenly! The flesh of his cockhead was like velvet, the shaft of his cock smooth as porcelain with barely detectable blue veins hiding demurely just below the skin.
