BI Awakenings

I majored in "Visual Arts" in university and took my mandatory drawing class, in the first semester. The class was taught by a guest Prof. from France, Elena Mannon. She was unlike our other instructors in that she would yank the pen or conte crayon from your hand and demonstrate an idea all over your work or scribble out your attempts and demand you start again. "That is shit. Merde. Again!"

She would tell students, "Go out. Leave. Come back when you are ready to concentrate." She reduced many to tears and when she had gone too far she would tell us that if we had no talent she would not bother with us; or, she would relate stories of her own drawing masters hitting the students.

She was, however, sophisticated and stunning to look at with dark hair, a pouting mouth and grayish eyes. She was in the habit of wearing tights and a loose top or sweatshirt as she flitted between the easels. She wore no bra and her ample but not overly large tits often hardened from the rubbing of the material. It drove me to distraction imagining that all I had to do as she leaned over my work was to slide my hand up and under in order to fondle those proud breasts.

Her ass was a sculpted masterpiece, high and gloriously curvaceous. She also had one of those protruding cunts, which always cause a reaction from my cock. I was nineteen at the time and getting a reaction from my cock was absolute "fish in a barrel". I was doing well at the time with the girls on campus but Prof. Mannon was my masturbatory passion.

My musings heightened one day during a 'life drawing' session. The model was one of the dance students. She was naked and posing in a classic ballet positions. I was already turned on by the model when Prof. Mannon came up from behind me. "No, no, Thomas, the breasts have heft, weight. These, these are floating like balloons. Like empty sausages." She took my charcoal and scribbled over my efforts. Then she took my hand and cupped it under her own hanging right breast. "Weight! Heft! Body! Real! Start again. You are better than that." Off she went. My cock was raging and the feel of her breast in my hand lingered for the rest of class. I stayed behind after the rest of the students had filed out. She was so real, so earthy so unlike any of the girls that I found the nerve to speak to her honestly.

"You know Professor Mannon. I was really turned on when you put my hand on your breast." She levelled a piercing look directly into my eyes.

"Go on." She stared unwaveringly.

I looked down, suddenly embarrassed and in far above my depth. "Does a student have a chance... I mean would you..."

"Do you want to fuck me Thomas?" she asked in a matter of fact tone. She playfully lit one of those pungent French cigarettes as she asked this.

"Yes." I continued avoiding her eyes.

"Do you know that little Debbie girl that sits behind you? She would love to fuck you. You could have a nice little soda shop fuck. I on the other hand would be very dangerous for you Thomas. I am what you ,over here, would call "Kinky". For example, I liked how embarrassed you were when I made you touch me. I am wet now because I am making you sexually uncomfortable. Do you understand? I don't think so." She was smoking, tonguing the wisps seductively and all the while smiling sardonically at my discomfiture.

"I have had sexual experiences... And with older women... I am not a baby."

I stammered at the floor and window.

"See, you do not understand. I would enjoy forcing you to do what you don't want to do. That is what turns me on. I suggest you go out and have a coffee with Debbie." Her talk was replete with a smirk and a kind of breathy chuckle.

"I would enjoy anything sexual with you. You are underestimating me." I looked straight into her eyes this time. I was asserting my manhood.

"Alright." She stood and walked straight at me stopping inches from my chest. She intimidated and forced me, through her will, to return my glance to the floor." I am married. My husband and I take lovers, often in front of each other. I want you to come to our flat and amuse me by sucking his cock then allowing him to suck your cock. I will direct the both of you through a passionate homosexual bout of love making."

I was shocked and outraged. "I don't do that. I am not like that. I have never... would never..." I was now staring fire at her.

She stared me down forcefully. "That is precisely why I want to see you do it. I want you to do what you refuse to contemplate. I want to force you for my amusement... to arouse me. Then you may have your way with me."

I continued to look down. "But I couldn't..." She covered my mouth with her hand.

"I know, that is why you should go and find Debbie and have a beautiful vanilla fuck. She is a very attractive girl. She will spread for you Thomas. Enjoy her."

She picked up her satchel and breezed out of the room. I stood dumbfounded.

For a week, I could think of nothing but her. I replayed her every word. In class she was both as off-handed and demanding as ever with me. It was as if nothing had happened. I, however, was tortured by sordid and dark dreams, desires, fears, images, and longings,. At the end of the week I found myself standing before her after class, starring at the floor again and shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.

I began to speak several times but she harshly interjected, "No... Shh!"

I got more and more uncomfortable as minutes passed. Finally, she picked up her satchel and handed it to me. "Come along," she ordered.

She set off across campus. The university had supplied her and her husband with a flat in the graduates' residence. She began talking as soon as we left the classroom. "Henri and I are bisexual. He is a handsome man, and was a professional soccer player in France for three years. He still exercises and has a nice hard body." It was as if she were discussing the weather. She made no attempt to whisper or conceal her conversation whatsoever. This made me terribly uncomfortable and I kept sweeping my head around to see who was walking behind us.

"Professor Mannon, I'm still not sure..." She stopped dead in her tracks. Placed a hand over my mouth and scolded me. She still spoke openly and paid no heed to the passing students.

"You are to remain silent, unless I ask you to speak. Of course you have decided. I see it in your face. But, the bigger question is. Do you just want to fuck me, or do you secretly long to suck another man's cock? To touch and caress another man's cock? To have a man make love to your cock? To fuck another man? To be fucked in return? You will get an erection of course and you will love the sensations on your cock and you will wonder if you are gay. It is the internal struggle that excites me. I want to watch you wrestle with yourself as you suck Henri's cock. I love to watch men together. It always excites me. But even more, I love the angst, the psychological struggle. I am wet now because you are already fighting. You are also ashamed and anxious over who might hear us. That too excites me. I am going to put you through an emotional wringer and I will enjoy every second of it. I will not stop torturing your soul for as long as we play together. You can come along or not." She took off again at our former pace. I stood transfixed then broke into a trot till I caught up with her.

"I knew you would come. I think you want to suck Henri's cock very badly but you want me to assume the responsibility of the decision. Think about that for a minute." I began to answer her but she reprimanded me with a look.

"Henri has a very nice cock. It is uncircumcised, as are most European men's. I imagine that you are circumcised." She entered the campus convenience store and bought coffee and a number of similar items. My head was swimming with her constant stream of private and intimate revelations all given regardless of who was about. I was mortified and, I must confess, tremendously excited. I told myself that a gorgeous woman talking of cock and fucking would excite anyone. But I was indeed waging the war which she predicted and orchestrated so deftly.

"He is six feet tall. I gauge that you are about the same. You are T-shirt and blue jeans while he is sunglasses and sweater tied around the neck. I shave his cock as he shaves my cunt." We were at the counter as she made these comments and an older woman behind us threw her chosen items on the counter, mouthed some disparaging remark and stormed out of the store. Professor Mannon acted as if she didn't notice and continued her banter. "He will enjoy you, Thomas. He will love that he is your first cock. I can't wait to get you home." She handed me the bag of groceries and with her satchel in my other hand I marched after her and into the first building.

In the elevator she went on about, not being averse to inflicting physical pain but that she found that too easy. Mental anguish calls for creativity. I heard her and did not hear her. I stared rather at the elevator panel and was in a terrible state. My heart was racing. I was sweating. I wanted to run, to follow, to stop time, to hurry it up. She smiled up at me in obvious satisfaction...

Professor Mannon turned to give me a seductive wink as she slipped her key into the apartment door. She silently gave me the "Shhh" sound and took the satchel and the grocery bag out of my hands, then placed both of them quietly on the floor. Next, she stood directly behind me with her magnificent body pressed against the length of my back. She ground her protruding mound into my ass. I was enflamed with her open display of lust. She reached down and took my hands and placed them behind me, between herself and I. She whispered, "I will work your hands for a while Thomas. I will tell you when you may have control of them again. Nod if you understand." I nodded and tried hard to swallow. She turned my hands to face her body then nestled them one on top of the other over her cunt. For a moment she just squeezed her thighs together and rocked back and forth against my hands. I felt that her cunt was wet even through her leotards.

"It is like your hands are tied behind you. Is it not Thomas?" She whispered in my ear. "I want you to look like that when I present you to Henri. Are you hard, Thomas? Does all this excite you?" She took her own hands off mine and felt my cock appraisingly. "Oh it is very nice Thomas. I love a strong, responsive cock. Let me just trace it... Very nice... And your balls...Mmmm they are lovely...Just lovely... What a delightful present you will make."

She removed her hands and my cock, which stood straight up and at full attention in my blue jeans. She undid my belt and the top button of my pants. She gave my rampant cock one last stroke and called out. Her call sounded like an order, a command – It contained a, 'you had better hurry', undertone. "Henri, come here! Now!"

There was a scurrying within the small apartment and Henri appeared immediately around the corner. He stopped... looking both stunned yet relieved that he was not in trouble. She chuckled and cooed at him. "Look what I have brought home for you to play with. A little present. What do you say? She placed her hands under my nuts and was offering my cock and balls to Henri. He stared down at my rampant prick and proffered balls.

"Oh thank you. Mistress." He croaked out.

"Elena for tonight. Just Elena." She corrected Henri. "We have this other little toy for the weekend. He belongs to the pair of us not just to me." I was in both full arousal and shame. My head raced through the information it was receiving. The weekend...Mistress... toy... belongs to... What was I into? Who were these two? Henri who was exactly as she had described him walked closer to me. He reached out his hand and felt the length of my cock through the denim. No man had ever touched my cock sexually and I was amazed that as he continued to squeeze and explore it, my hips began to thrust forward.

"He likes it Henri. See him push into you. He likes to have a man fondle his cock. Does that surprise you little one?" She was sliding her cunt back and forth into my hands and tightening and releasing her thighs. She reached in front of me and undid my fly. Then she snaked her hand into my underwear and fished out my cock and my balls. She flipped the elastic of my briefs under my sack and my dick and nuts bounced wantonly, obscenely before Henri. He took my cock gently in one hand and cupped my balls in the other. He was inspecting and memorizing my dick. He traced the veins on the top of it with his index finger. He squeezed the head of my prick so that the eye of it opened and he stared into it. His other hand was rolling and evaluating my testes. "It is beautiful, he finally announced."

He looked deeply into my eyes and he began to slowly wank my cock. I could do nothing but pump my hips in response. He had a wry smile at this. "You like this, no? You like my hand fucking your lovely cock?"

"Tell him that his hand feels wonderful, Thomas. Tell him you want more." Her hand had now slipped into the back of my underwear and she was tracing and tickling my asshole with her finger and thrusting her pussy powerfully into me.

"Your hand feels wonderful. And, I want more." I managed to say through a dry throat. Did I mean it? I asked myself. The battle she had predicted was raging within me, through a fog of lust and desire. Next she whooshed down both my pants and my briefs and I stood completely exposed to the pair of them. "Henri, take of his shoes and socks." She gave this as a matter of fact order. At the same time she was pulling my t-shirt off. In no time I was stripped naked. They were both dressed and I was tremendously excited, tremendously ashamed, tremendously conflicted. Henri, down on his knees, from removing my sneakers and socks, took my cock and pressed it lovingly to his cheek. Then he kissed my cock head. Not like a peck or a greeting kiss but a long loving, soul-felt kiss. He was moaning almost purring as he did this.

"Stand up Henri." She told him. "I will work your hands Thomas, remember." When Henri stood, he was inches from me and she took both my hands and slid them down his belly and into his underwear. For the first time I felt a man's rampant cock. It was both familiar and strange to my touch. She left my hands in there, covering his prick, as she opened his fly then unbuttoned the pants. After that she once again took control of my hands covering them and guiding them. She had me explore the length of his shaft, his shaved balls and thighs. He sighed heavily as she placed my hands on either side of his shaft and moved them lazily back and forth. "Look at his cock, Henri. See how excited he is as he feels your prick. He loves the feel of another man's cock. He likes to stroke cock. He must ache to see it. Do you little one? Hum?"

She flopped his underwear under his cock and balls as she had done to mine and took both of our cocks in her hands. She pressed the swollen heads together and simultaneously wanked the pair of cocks. "I love to see this." She moaned, "Two cocks pressed together, is one of my favorite images. I can feel Thomas how you are enjoying this. Pump! both of you! Now tongue kiss each other," She commanded. She increased the tempo and the length of the strokes on our cock's pulling us closer together such that the back side of each was pressed completely against the other. She wrapped both hands around them and was jerking us both off. "Thomas, kiss him now!" she repeated. I was frozen at this.

"It is much harder for you to kiss a man, than to feel his cock. Is it not Thomas? It is even harder for you to kiss Henri than to suck on his cock. Ah, mon petit, you are a romantic." Elena whispered and was licking the base of my neck. Henri resolved the situation by placing a hand on either side of my face and pasting his lips to mine. He was a strong man and held my head in place while his tongue worked it's way into my mouth. She was busy all the while unbuttoning his shirt and stripping him naked. Henri held the kiss and she placed her hands on his backside pulling our naked bodies together. One of Henri's hands was soon on the base of my neck while the other clasped and kneaded my ass. I felt Elena release contact with me for the first time and heard and sensed that she was slipping out of her clothes.

Directly, she was up against me once more. This time her splendid tits and swollen cunt were naked and rubbing sensually into my back and thighs. "Give in to the kiss, my Thomas." She moaned. I felt her finger penetrate my ass and she found an incredibly sensitive spot in my colon and began crooking her finger back and forth, arousing me incredibly. Meanwhile her other hand was plying some seductive pressure to my dick. With one finger she was pressing and circling a spot where the head of my cock blended into the shaft. My knees were nearly buckling with her ministrations. And her sultry, breathy voice conducted me. I was clay in her skilled hands.

"Return the kiss, Thomas, explore his warm mouth with your tongue. Moan for him mon petit. Surrender. Surrender Thomas. No thinking little one. Move your body against his... his flat stomach... his raging cock. Yes Thomas. Yes." She redoubled her efforts. Her hands were magical probes, taking me where I had never been. She slid herself around so that she was now at my side. Continuing to work my ass and cock with her deft hands. She straddled my thigh and started to rub her clit and mash her soaking pussy into my leg. "I want to see all of this Thomas. Henri is going to suck your cock now. I always cum when I see that. Henri's kiss had lasted minutes and then I felt his tongue withdraw and begin to slither down my chin, throat, chest, abdomen, to my patch of pubic hair where he planted deep kisses and nuzzled his face into me. She removed her hand from my cock and it stood straight out... tight and red and throbbing.

"Yes, Thomas, you want it. Now. See how you pump and wriggle to get his lips closer to your cock. Don't fret. Henri is going to suck your cock for you, mon petit." Henri took my cock deep into his mouth and immediately began sucking and thrusting his head back and forth. "You can use your hands now, Thomas. Put them on each side of his head. Set the rhythm you want. Guide him in sucking your prick. Yes, yes like that. And fuck his mouth Thomas. Fuck him." Her own hand slipped between my legs and she held my balls in her exploring fingers. "Fuck Henri's throat Thomas." I was pumping my hips and pulling Henri on and off my cock. The sensations were shattering and I felt my balls tightening, ready to explode. It was then that she squeezed my nuts hard within her hand. I almost collapsed to the floor. "Not yet, Thomas, soon you will cum. Not yet."

Maintaining the grip on my balls, she lowered me to my knees, and Henri arose. "Yes, mon petit, you will suck his cock first... before you cum." She had knelt down with me. Henri's prick was rampant and huge before me. She took the foreskin and peeled it back exposing an egorged purple head. "It is lovely, no? Look how ready it is for you, Thomas."

She brought it to my lips and Henri took my head in his hands. He thrust himself forward and quickly, Henri's cock was in my mouth and he was pumping. The taste... the sensations... the idea, had me both rebelling and sucking hungrily at the same time. My tongue worked the underside of his swollen cock and I fought the urge to gag and cough. I sputtered and Elena was urging me to "swallow, swallow Thomas. It is the only way. Elena was pumping her splendid pussy into my thigh. I felt her legs clamping and unclamping on me. "I am going to cum Thomas." She breathed. "Oh fuck Thomas. Suck his cock. Make me cum. I want to cum Thomas." I began sucking in earnest and Henri increased the tempo. His hands were each grasping handfuls of my hair. Then I felt his cock erupt in my mouth. I tried to pull away, but he was too strong. He held me fast. Cum ran out of my lips and down my cheeks. Then Elena pulled my head off his cock and clamped her own mouth over mine. Her tongue penetrated my mouth and stirred Henri's cum. She kissed and tasted me and shared Henri's cum such that I had no recourse but to swallow and swallow again.

After a long while she pulled her head back and her piercing gray eyes stared into my soul. "Thomas, that was gorgeous. You are now a cocksucker, no? Yes, Thomas. And you enjoyed it. I can see. I could feel. What does that mean Thomas? Now Henri is going to suck you off. I want to watch. She and Henri eased me down so that I was lying with my back on the rug. Elena positioned herself behind me propping my head up against and betweeen her open thighs. My neck and the back of my head were resting on her cunt and she had a leg on either side of me. I looked up at her face and could see her glorious breasts swinging over me. Henri knelt between my legs and again took my prick in his mouth. He moaned and made guttural a****l noises as he began sucking my cock. One of his fingers probed my ass exactly as Elena had done. I began fucking back. I was lost in desire. Elena clamped her legs down and she had effectively pinned my arms to the rug. Henri's powerful hands pressed like vices against my thighs. I had no idea why they held me locked like this; I wanted to cum so badly and was completely compliant. Finally I felt my climax building. I groaned and lolled my head back and forth feeling her gaping cunt pulsing on my neck. I felt her belly tighten and sensed she was about to orgasm again. Then I began to shoot off wads of cum into Henri's mouth. He swallowed and moaned yet he continued sucking all the harder. I was bucking and thrashing about on the floor. I realized now why I was pinned. What was release soon became pain. I screamed for him to stop but he continued to suck on my erupting cock. "Milk him Henri. Empty his young balls." she panted. I had tried when I masturbated to go beyond this point but now I was being pulled into a level or orgasm that I had never imagined. I screamed and thrashed and tried to roll out of their grasp. I came again, and again, helplessly, impossibly, a delicious agony. Sublime. I can only remember regaining my senses as we lay all three collapsed on the rug. She lay back and played with my hair. I lay with my face snuggled into her pungent and gaping cunt. Henri was lying between my legs, his warm breath playing over my balls. I stared at the satchel and grocery bag in the corner. I had yet to enter the apartment and I had both felt and sucked Henri's cock, as he had mine – a long list of taboos faced and broken while still in the hallway. My only thought was. "He is ours for the weekend."

II



We sat, the three of us on the couch within their flat. Prof. Mannon, Elena, was on my left and Henri was to my right. It had been two hours since our torrid encounter in the hallway. The clothes still sat there, in heaps, undisturbed. Naked, we drank the wine which Henri fetched from the kitchenette. When he had gone for the first bottle, immediately after our session, Elena had pointed her chin at his departing back. "Do you like Henri's ass, Thomas? I'm going to watch you fuck it, little one. Does it excite you?" Each time I went to respond to her questions, she would shake her head or touch my mouth with her fingertips. "Just think, mon petit, I want to watch you think."

As we sat there she and he would fondled my cock, rolling it between fingers and palms holding it up, examining it minutely. They spoke to each other about its length and thickness and commented on how I had looked on my knees with Henri's cock in my mouth, or on my reaction to his deep-throating me. My prick was at first flaccid after the milking it had just received. "I like to play with a soft cock." She spoke to both Henri and myself. "It is more sensual than sexual. It is invasive too. I like that. It is a private cock when it is soft. I love to impose upon a cock then. I like to take it when it does not want to be handled. To sublimate it. I am saying I will do what I want, when I want with you, my proud little rooster. It gives me power over it. I control it. I own it." She bent down and gave my dick a quick love bite.

She took Henri's hand and placed it on my cock. He curled his fingers around the shaft and with his thumb stroked the head of my prick. It was naturally reviving under their handling and scrutinizing. "Henri, go and get the lubricant from the bedroom." She interrupted his reverie. Her finger started probing my ass as she said this. " When you are fully erect Thomas. No, fully recovered I am going to fuck you. Henri will watch as your thick young cock slides into me. He will watch as I loose all control over your luscious thrusting prick...sucking it into my hungry cunt...devouring your hot load....Mmmm... Will that excite you Thomas? To fuck a woman in front of her husband? I will fuck you and suck you in front of him Thomas." Henri had returned at this point. He had both the lubricant and a small dildo-like object in his hands. "Look at Henri's cock Thomas. It begins to harden at the thought of watching us fuck. Can you understand that Thomas? That the idea of your fucking me excites him? No, mon petit, you wrestle with that. You are such a romantic that when you watch me fuck Henri. My own husband. You will be jealous. That will be delicious for me Thomas. To watch you watch us. To hear me call out for his cum. To wantonly suck on his strong cock. I will love your anguish."

She then took the lubricant off Henri and the small, black object. "This is a butt plug Thomas. I am going to lubricate your sweet little rectum and insert this in order to stretch you. I want to watch Henri fuck you, and, I too want to fuck you here. I will use a strap on cock to fuck you, Thomas." She inserted a finger as she said 'here'. "This will help. It is really just a question of relaxation you will learn." She took a dollop of lubricant and worked it inside of me. Then she eased the plug in and out of my virgin ass. As I became accustomed to the sensation I began to pump and squeeze instinctively. Henri held my balls up for her and with his other hand he was stroking my now fully aroused cock. She knelt between my legs and with the small dildo shaped plug was now fucking me. Her stare never wavered from my eyes. "Are you surprised Thomas, how quickly you have become accustomed to a man's cock? To the sight of it? To the feel of it? To the taste of it? Are you surprised that it excites you... Now you undulate seductively as I fuck your ass as if you were a girl. What does that all mean, mon petit? Are you gay? Have you always been gay? Look at your cock now mon choux. It is ready for my cunt Thomas. I ache to fuck you, my little one..."

Elena took me by the hand and led me to the center of the sitting room. She lay me on my back and straddled me just below my cock, further down and with a leg over each thigh. She was facing me. She looked at me and gave a seductive pout; at the same time she took her index finger and swiped the pre-cum off the tip of my waving cock. She took the droplet and applied it sensuously to her open cunt. Delicately passing it over her swollen clit. " Henri," she still stared at me. "I want his stiff cock so badly. It is sweet, sweet torture to tease myself with it." She took my raging prick in her two hands and knelt up above me. Her pussy was wide open and hovering just beyond my cock. "Don't move Thomas, mon petit. Let me torment myself." With her two hands she began to jiggle my cock rapidly back and forth and slowly lowered her hanging clit till the trembling cock brushed against it quickly softly strumming her clit. She would do this till she herself began to tremble and tense her stomach muscles. Then she would pull back and rest on my thighs regaining her composure. "I want him so. Henri. I need his cock buried deeply inside me." Back up she would get and repeat the cycle. Her cunt was flowing with her fuck juice now and her eyes were glazed.

I have never seen anyone so blatantly edge themselves. The actions and the sensations were erotic without question but not as arousing as her complete and unabashed surrender to her own lust. She made a "nnnggg" sound deep in her throat as she came close to the brink time after time. I was being used like a toy and I found it so personal so intimate so voyeuristic that I could barely stand her demand to stay still. Her spectacular body writhed and twitched and her flesh flickered with desire. Her face glowed with perspiration. Finally, she stopped to catch her breath. "Henri, come and put his cock inside me." She panted.

Henri came down from the couch where he sat observing us and caressing his own cock and balls. He knelt beside us and took my prick in his right hand. With the fingers of his left hand, acting in a reverse scissors motion, he opened Elena's cunt. She raised herself above me and Henri inserted my cock. The sensation shot through me like a bolt of lightning as she sank down on me. Her mound pressed into my pubic hair and I had never felt this deeply inside a woman. "For God's sake Thomas. Don't move. Don't move a muscle. Let me have this. Her head went back and up to the ceiling. Her splendidly erect breasts heaved and separated. It felt like she was breathing in my cock. "Stay still." She demanded. Then I felt it. Her cunt started to contract and release. It was almost imperceptible at first then waves like tiny fingers began to work up and down my cock. The warmth, the wetness, the undulations were incredibly fucking me as she knelt over me still as a statue. "Henri, your finger." She leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of me. This move placed more pressure on my pulsing cock and somehow allowed her even more muscular control. Henri's finger entered her ass. I could actually feel it as he wiggled it back and forth. She closed her eyes and continued to fuck me. Henri steadily plied his finger over her colon and my cock. Through clenched teeth she spoke to me. "Thomas, you will do everything I ask this weekend, yes? You will go where you have never gone, yes. Answer me Thomas." We were both sweating now. My cock wanted to scream.

"Yes, yes, Elena. Anything. Everything. Make me do what you want. Make me fuck Henri. Make me take his cock up my ass." I was spewing out any lewd idea. Any thought. I wanted her to force me. For some reason I felt like I wanted to cry. I was afraid to talk more in case I broke down.

Elena smiled down at me. "Now fuck me Thomas...fuck me hard and fast....." My first weekend with Elena and Henri had begun. My first taste true submission had begun. My first experiences with bisexuality had begun. My love for the dominant Elena had begun. All that summer, she forced me into one emotional corner after another and revelled in my angst. She and Henri made me their summer hobby. I have never been the same.