DISCOVERING MY BISEXUALITY
I've never been so plan-plan, sex-wise. I'm only 25, but I'm already an ass aesthete. That is to say that I like to vary the pleasures, the partners, the practices. With my boyfriend, we talked about making a swinger plan, because the idea excited us both a lot. For me, sex is a way, perhaps trivial, but fascinating, to make beautiful encounters, to know people as intimately as possible. I had already discussed with my girl Cécile to fuck with her and her boyfriend. It made her laugh, but I could see that the idea was making its way into her little head. Me, I liked her boyfriend, Emile, a very pretty 26-year-old man, who haunted my plans for a libertine plan. A good way to hit me without screwing up our two couples and my friendship with Cécile! It was agreed that we come to their house. We did it well, we first had a drink to say what we wanted and what we didn't want. The discussion brought us back to the level of desire, so we went to bed. My boyfriend and Cécile took cameras and got on both sides of the mattress. Emile and I were to open the dance. I had already got naked on the bed, me the beautiful brunette with my body all tanned in beauty. Emile puffed his eyes at me and quickly ran off to join me. He had very white skin, a bad-boy expression, close-cropped hair, but I liked him that way. He wedged himself between my thighs to caress me, then penetrate me. Finally I could see how he fucked! My boyfriend and Cécile took photos in silence, they looked like spectators in front of a thrilling film. I forgot the phones and got off feeling that cock and that force in his penetrations, legs open and bent to the sides, comfortable, just feeling the comings and goings of his cock, focused on increased sensitivity in my sex. My homie got naked and I watched her as I got pumped up by her guy. I had a revelation when I saw her milk-skinned body, her navel piercing, her small breasts. I wanted to take them in the palm of my hands. Emile continued to heat me by taking me, but for once the penetration was a preliminary for me, I now wanted my Cecile. I motioned for her to replace her boyfriend on the bed. She lay down and presented me with her sex, shiny with wetness, as adorable and sweet as a candy, a small carton so well designed. I had never done that before, but it came to me quite naturally: I wanted to do him good. To pamper his fresh fruit, to graze on his pussy, in short, to give him a cunnilingus of madness. I took my time, as I would have to eat a delicacy. First I kissed her lips, then I shyly stuck my tongue out, circled her clit, did a little teasing, quivered around the pimple. When I felt her in a trance, when her thighs started to jump and her pussy shone brighter, I went more frankly. I polished well with my soft tongue full of saliva her pretty clit which hardened, under my caresses. The guys were taking pictures. Take the seed, friends! I had a revelation at the time: I was clearly attracted to women, I was completely bisexual in fact. What good news, it extended the field of pleasures! I wanted to face Cécile, both of us to be in the action, to fuck each other. We sat on the bed and we embedded our legs in a kind of scissors while sitting, our pussies against each other, to rub each other, to make us feel good. I had always liked the feeling of friction on my sex and I had found a magical way to do it: with another woman's sex! It was magical. Cécile had brought a dildo with stimulation at both ends that we put in our two pussies to increase the osmosis, the amorous electricity in our lower abdomens, which twisted our guts with pleasure and made our clits bend almost to the point of pain. Her body was agile in front of mine, she tenderly rubbed her crotch against me, swallowing the head of the dildo. I had almost forgotten the guys who were still taking pictures and caressing each other. She drove me crazy, that chick! His Emile, who had already passed on me, was mad with desire when he saw his girl with another girl. He wanted to take her and as she was already in a trance, she was willing to share her pleasure with him. I grabbed the camera from Emile's hands and stood right next to them on the stake. That way, while he was fucking her, legs raised, he was sliding into her apricot made very ripe by me, I could take a picture of her at the same time. On the other side of the bed, my boyfriend also seemed to have turned into a porn photographer, cock in hand… I could also caress my lover's face, slip a few fingers into her mouth or onto her nipples. It was driving Emile mad, who was banging her all the more. I then also slid a hand against my pussy where the dildo was still vibrating and I rubbed myself until ecstasy. Satisfied, I still wanted to give pleasure, so I went to suck my boyfriend while he took the last pictures of our friends having sex. He hadn't fucked Cécile, but he was still very happy to have witnessed the birth of my bisexuality.