Okay, so here's another installment, I think I'm going to finish this up in the next chapter. As always I appreciate any and all feedback and enjoy receiving any and all of your comments. This actually wound up being bigger than I had ever thought it would be but it just continued on taking twists and turns that I never thought it would take in the beginning. As always, as long as you keep reading, I'll continue writing. I find great satisfaction when I open up the "recent activity" tab and see a long line of little hearts that says this person favorited your story or that person added you to their favorite authors list. It definitely tells me I'm not just wasting my time. I know I still have a lot to learn, but I also feel I'm getting better and better with each passing tail. So thank all of you who read my stories, and without wasting any more of your time, here is chapter...
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I awoke a few hours later around mid-day. The room was dark except for a dim light coming from the Jacuzzi. I laid there a moment, staring at the ceiling and regaining my bearings. I rolled over to find my flaccid cock and thighs, sticky with the remnants of the previous night's activities, listening to the faint sound of the girls chatting and giggling from another room. I hopped up feeling refreshed and ready for what this little corner of paradise had in store for me. My feet padded across the cold tile floor to the shower for a quickie, scrubbing clean with the fragrant soaps and shampoo, different from what I'm used to, you could tell why the French are known for making such fine perfumes and colognes.
To my surprise, there was a very smooth cutting razor and tiny can of shaving cream on a laminate shelf. The label was the same as a well-known American brand but the spelling was completely different. Well, I thought. I don't want to be the only mammoth out of the bunch. I shook up the container and pressed the top I took a good handful and spread the thick, smooth foam evenly over my abdomen and around my cock and lathered up my fleshy ball sack as well. I've never done this before so I'm figuring I should be careful. Slowly and gently, I ran the nice triple bladed disposable razor up and around my twitching cock, shaking, but trying to be as careful as possible not to slice myself open. Besides, how would that look, walking around with a mutilated penis for everyone to see, my crotch pasted with tiny blood stained pieces of toilet tissue stuck all over my groin. I turned on the water setting the temperature, standing just out of the way as I rinsed the clumps of shaving cream and shaved hair from the razor, then I went back to mowing the lawn so to speak, shaving and rinsing and shaving and rinsing. The ball's, to my surprise seemed the most difficult, stretching and pulling the soft, loose skin this way and that in order to make it tight so I don't slice myself. Soon I was finished, and rinsed off in the water, admiring the differences. Shaving had made my cock look bigger, younger, and the air felt good on the bare skin too. The rushing water made my cock flinch as it ran down over my naked flesh, washing away the remains of my pubic hair off and down the drain.
I toweled off and tried one of the many perfumes and colognes arranged around the sink that were contained in odd shaped glass bottles, each one stranger than the one before. The smooth colored surfaces of the glass shined with unpronounceable names. I gave a tiny sprit into the air; the first one to feminine, the second way to musky, but the third smelled sweet yet manly. I doused myself in it realizing the first rule of shaving your cock, never, ever spray cologne on your junk after you just man-scaped. My entire groin felt like someone lit a match and set it on fire. I ran over to the sink in a panic trying to splash cold water onto my burning balls but it wasn't working. In a fever, I jumped back in the shower, turning the cold knob on full blast and grabbing the removable showerhead. I leaned back against the tiled wall and sighed, finding delight in the dick-shriveling ice-cold spray of water that doused the burn and left me shivering. I chuckled at myself turning the water off, stepping out and patting dry again.
I was half-tempted to put clothes on but forgot where I was and the reason I was here, it's kind of stupid to wear clothes at a nudist resort, so I opted for my birthday suit. I promised I would do this for my mother and that's what I'm going to do. Speaking of my mother, I'm not sure exactly what was happening here, one things for certain though, this is not the family friendly, laid- back paradise I thought it would be. Instead it turns out to be a swingers hunting ground. I felt like I was way out of my element here, more like a lamb than a lion. I had no idea what was next. I was also curious where this left Emily and me, or if it even left us anywhere at all; and what impact would the fact that I fucked her have on mine and mom's relationship. It was all obviously new to me; my inexperience in these situations was more than a little apparent. I felt nervous and hungry, like a rolling storm was splashing around in my empty gut, but I know I have to figure things out, the best way to do that is to just relax and see where things go I guess.
Now I know most guys out there would be like "damn dood, you're in the middle of all this awesome sex and surrounded by mad pussy, you should feel like you're in heaven." If I was on the outside looking in, I would probably feel the same way, but it's different when you're on the inside looking out and you've never really been on the inside before. I've only been with two ... err, well three women now, and one of them my own mother. The other is an adopted cousin on my father's side that I lost my virginity too. We romped around for a little bit while her and my aunt stayed for a couple weeks after my uncle passed, but obviously, I don't have a lot of experience. I'm no shrewd like my father but I'm still figuring some things out. Then again last night was pretty awesome, Emily and mom were amazing. I'm not exactly sure what happened while I was sleeping, but I feel a little like I missed out on something incredible. Even though I'm still trying to figure things out I do know this much, I want more of what I'm getting and don't intend to stop now, not until I have to anyway. After all, I don't want to hurt anyone, or be hurt for that matter. I do not want to be the villain my father is nor the victim my mother was.
The living area of the lavishly decorated main room was dim and empty, there were a couple bottles of Champaign emptied on the little breakfast table with two empty flutes, mom's bright red lipstick decorating the rim of one with a smudge of crimson. I could hear the girl's sweet voices, the sound of them laughing and chatting traveled from the open sliding glass door that I'm figuring leads to a balcony. I was reluctant to join them, afraid that I might ruin there obviously joyful moment of bonding, but also because I'm not, (in case you couldn't tell from my behavior on the plane ride here,) particularly fond of heights. Nevertheless, as I stepped through the open door way and as the sky came into view I was immediately glad I did.
I had never seen the ocean before; the closest I ever had gotten was a large manmade lake a few miles south of where I lived. It completely fails in comparison to such a massive wonder of nature as the open ocean. I could hear the sound of waves crashing even from this far up. I read plenty of books that spoke about fresh salty air, but I never imagined anything like this, the sun hanging mysteriously low painting the sky in brilliant reds, yellows, oranges and purples. It's brilliant reflection shimmering on the surface of rippling waves, the water giving the colors a murky blue-green tint. Absolutely gorgeous I whispered, holding on to another one of those lasting memories that I would forever cherish. Just these moments alone made this trip worth it for me.
I stood staring at mom and Emily; drinking in the warm colors caressing the soft surface of their skin, savoring there naked forms, from there round shapely asses and slope of their backs shrouded by the long locks of hair, to the feminine curves of their bearing hips. They stood elbow to elbow giggling and pointing to something off in the distance, whispering secrets among themselves, leaning over the rail, their breasts no doubt dangling freely over with a taut perkiness. I grinned, feeling confident as I walked up between them, leaning into their bare flesh as my hands caressed soft, smooth ass cheeks; my mother's was fuller and a bit softer than Emily's more tight and firm, yet still soft rump. I kissed, nibbling and nestling against mom's neck, then I growled, turning my head and doing the same to Emily's slim, feminine neck.
"Good Lord son what's gotten into you?" mom giggled as I gave her butt cheek a good squeezing and rubbing, feeling the goosebumps rise on her flesh. Emily attempted to pull away; apparently, her neck is very, very ticklish.
"He's a beast," The girl screeched, giggling as she turned, quickly kissing me on the cheek and saying, "I like it, I like it a lot."
"Yea mom I'm an animal," I said growling and sucking at her jaw and ear lobe. Emily laughed wrapping her arms around my neck.
I pulled them close to me by their waist. Mom's ass rubbing against me as Emily rose to her toes biting my neck. "Mmmm, you sure are, aren't you son." mom said seductively, holding my face as I tongued soft, sensitive ear. She grabbed my hand, gently leading it up the curve of her body from her hip to her massive, soft orbs of flesh. I growled into her neck yet again; my loins throbbing with fire, always ready and willing.
