Finding Myself Pt. 03

We continued for a few more turns, everyone being turned on to the brink of orgasm, then released at the last minute. The men were quick to push the women away, but the women were willing to enjoy their orgasm - maybe another one too - and it was left to those working with hands or mouths to decide the appropriate moment to withdraw.

I knelt on the floor, and, when I was not involved, casually stroked my pussy. At first, this was subconscious, and when I realised, I pulled my hand away, guiltily. Then I looked around the group. All the women, and Lacey, were doing the same thing, entranced by the performances in front of them. Even the middle-aged restaurant owner was now openly fingering herself. The men, meanwhile, rubbed their cocks gently, desperate not to over-stimulate themselves.

"Is time for orgasm," Emilia announced.

For this, it was our host who decided the pairings. I was paired with Gabriel, and having enjoyed his tongue earlier, I knew I was in for a good time. Lacey was paired with Emilia, who made it very clear that she enjoyed women, while Josh and Brenda were matched with our other Mexican friends.

I lay back and spread my legs, as Gabriel first paid attention to my boobs with his flickering tongue, while his fingers rubbed my enlarged clit. Steadily, he worked his way down my body with his mouth, as first one, then two fingers entered me.

As he lapped around my lips, he began to work against my sensitive inner parts, bending his fingers, rubbing slowly at first, then speeding up. I closed my eyes and went with it. Around me, sighs, moans and heavy breathing were evident, and I let myself relax and join the chorus.

I think everyone was ready for release, and as all of our partners were skilled, orgasms arrived quickly. Almost before I realised, I cried loudly, and pushed my hips into Gabriel's face, hands pushing his head against my pussy as I climaxed. I knew that I had squirted, and quite probably was drowning him with my juices. I simply did not care. I heard Brenda's cries, and Maria's gentle moaning in Spanish, while Emilia seemed the most vocal of all, crying loudly as she came.

This left three men and Lacey. The Mexican participants had been fascinated by Lacey, as their gender-fluid status was probably less familiar to them. A quick conversation in Spanish took place, before Emilia turned to us.

"We all wish to help Lacey. Then is time for men."

Lacey seemed almost embarrassed at first. It was rare for them to be the focus of attention. They were surrounded by four tanned bodies, each of which applied themselves to bringing on a massive climax. So it was that Lacey had a cock in their mouth, male hands teasing their nipples, a female tongue on their clit and female fingers in both pussy and bum-hole. I think this must have scored on every erogenous zone and sexual preference.

A wild, screaming (well - muffled screaming) orgasm was rapidly achieved, and extended until Lacey pushed her four lovers away, unable to endure the heightened sensitivity any longer. Later, Lacey said they had at least three climaxes, and then everything just blended into one huge out-of-body experience. As they appeared from beneath the bodies, they were red-faced, gasping and utterly exhausted.

As ever, the men were left until last, and stood before us, proudly erect, ready to explode.

I looked once more to our middle-aged host. She had joined in, masturbating herself to a climax, and now sat back, idly fingering her pussy. She may have been much older than us, and her figure may not have matched the media-perfect image of the hotel staff (who were no doubt selected for their aesthetic appeal), but she was lovely.

She was petite, curvy, generously endowed in all areas. Her stomach bore evidence of childbirth (several times), but this spoke of her life, and, for me, simply enhanced her appeal. Emilia had translated for us that she felt that 'the young people would not want her'. She called her stretch marks 'tiger-stripes'. I thought she was amazing, and just wanted to involve her. I spoke with Emilia.

"Would her husband let the men cum on her? Would she like that? I know these guys would do this. We can jerk them off and she can enjoy it."

Emilia translated to her, and she considered. Reaching for the table, she grabbed her phone and held a brief conversation - with her husband, I assumed. She looked at Emilia and nodded, then spoke in rapid Spanish, which Emilia translated.

"Her husband OK with this, but he not want her to touch men. She not want either. We jerk. Then we clean up."

This came as a surprise - the women were expected to clean her, rather than doing it herself, but not a problem.

She sat in the middle of our little circle. This time, Emilia would finish Josh, while Brenda and I sorted out the Mexican men. Lacey and Maria were happy playing with one another. Maria had been more apprehensive about any lesbian involvement - maybe it was because Lacey was gender-fluid that she felt more comfortable now.

Jerking off men was something which Brenda, Emilia and I were quite good at, and these men were so ready to blow, it was barely a minute before three loads of semen were ejaculated all over this wonderful lady.

Most fell on her face, running down her cheeks, over her lips and chin, down on to her tits. There seemed to be copious amounts of cum - certainly one of the Mexican men seemed to have balls with the capacity of footballs. By the time we finished, and were 'tidying up' by sucking any lingering remnants away, the face before us resembled a mask.

I looked for tissues to clean up, but Emilia grabbed me and shook her head. "No. We clean with mouths." She smiled, and bending forward, licked a long channel through the semen before swallowing. Brenda and I joined in, gradually clearing our friend's smiling face, before bending to lick and suck her boobs, not stopping until she was totally clean, at which point she again spoke rapidly.

"She say," translated Emilia, with a smile, "that she is so happy. She feel part of our group. Is first time she feel beautiful for anyone other than her husband in many years."

We stayed for a while longer, before Emilia announced that they needed to work in the morning, so should rest. Before we all dressed, everyone hugged, wanting to feel bare flesh once again, before it was all covered. We dressed reluctantly, and were taken back to the hotel, ready for our long coach journey the following day.

As we got out of the car, Emilia had one last message. "You no worry about other guests. All staff look after you now. Relax and enjoy." She smiled and drove off as we went to our rooms to set early morning alarms.

At breakfast, her promise began to come true. We were served rapidly and with freshly prepared food - not things which had been on the buffet for half an hour (which was still wonderful). Any guests who chose to make inappropriate overtures to us were ignored, and while minimum service was still essential, of course, it was clear that we were receiving preferential treatment, and their conduct was being met with disapproval.

One rather loud individual, who complained about our V.I.P. status was taken aside and spoken to by the restaurant manager. We later learned that they were advised that the sharing of our video was illegal, and if they chose to complain, as was their right, the hotel would happily co-operate with the police in telling them how we had been treated.

So it was, that we were on a coach travelling to Chichen Itza, with food parcels for lunch and plenty of advice about where to go once we arrived at the monument. None of our antagonists were on the coach, thankfully. Their holiday was about hedonism, not culture, and we found ourselves with pleasant people, happily enjoying the trip.

There were brief stops to sample tequila (nothing like as good as that from the previous night) and to visit a cenote - the vast natural wells in the jungle - where we were briefly able to swim in the near-transparent, chilled water. Then Chichen Itza.

What many people do not realise is that Chichen Itza is not just a pyramid, it is a city. By wandering away from the main areas - pyramid, ball court, observatory, temple etc - it is easy to find many smaller buildings hidden in the jungle. We had been directed to these.

Josh was in his element. He managed all the standard 'tourist' photos, and as we ventured off the beaten paths, we found wonderful carved buildings where we were very isolated. It was an opportunity which we could not miss.

After taking photos of the building, either I would strip, or Brenda or Lacey and pose for sexy glamour shots. Josh loved it - especially when we all posed together. No full-on sex, just sexy nudes in wonderful settings. We may not have had sex, but it was very arousing - especially when we heard voices approaching, and had to dive back into clothing.

Those photos were some of the most wonderful Josh had ever taken. The backdrops were stunning, the poses tasteful and erotic. I would happily have shared my body with anyone through these images - even my parents would have found them beautiful. The same applied to Brenda and Lacey. As we trawled the pictures later (there were over five hundred of them), we gasped - not lustfully, but with pride in ourselves.

We thought carefully about where to go for dinner. We wished we could return to the restaurant from the previous evening, but with no-one to drive us, and no sign of Emilia, it would have been difficult. We decided, therefore, to brave one of the smaller restaurants on the hotel site, which offered pizza and Italian food. It tended to be popular with younger people, and rarely looked busy.

As it turned out, this was a good choice. We ate our meals undisturbed, and despite a few glances in our direction, we felt comfortable. The staff helped again. Clearly news of our predicament had been circulated, and it seemed that everyone was on our side. We were served quickly, with smiles and pleasantries. It was lovely.

Afterwards, we sat in the small bar, enjoying drinks, when one of the staff approached us. Firstly, she gave us a memory stick in an envelope, with a note reading: "A souvenir of last night. X". Then she said:

"Many people who upset you now leave. Manager find what they do and tell them go. You be happy."

She smiled broadly and left us to our evening. We later found that Emilia had informed the manager that the video had been circulated. She had said it was from the hotel's naturist beach, and the rules on photographs and videos on the beach were very strict. Although the manager was not particularly open-minded, he had strong views on privacy. He had investigated and asked several guests to leave.

We felt released. We had decided that 'what happens in Mexico, stays in Mexico', and now it seemed everyone was in tune with our wishes.

It would have been easy to exercise our new found freedom, but instead, we decided a quiet night was in order. We stayed in the bar, casually sipping drinks and chatting with staff, before taking a gentle walk on the beach and returning to our rooms - just two couples enjoying a romantic evening.

On returning to the rooms, we split up, Brenda and Lacey going to their room, while we returned to the privacy of ours. Just for once, we were going to bed without any sexual adventures, not having let others see us naked, and without being handled or licked by people we barely knew. Much as those things were fun, it was lovely to just be alone.

I went for a shower, enjoying the warm water over my body, making my nipples stand hard and my pussy tingle. I washed my hair, eyes closed, head back. Suddenly, there was a blast of cool air, and I felt a body next to me. Josh.

His hands encircled me, and I felt him press against my back, his cock semi-hard on the top of my bum cheeks. I leaned back as he washed me, lifting my arms behind his head, as he washed my armpits, then moved in to my breasts, washing them carefully, taking his time as the palms of his hands rubbed over my nipples.

He became fully erect, balls and shaft lying between my buttocks as I pushed back against him. His hands moved down, washing my stomach and pushing in to the cleft between my thighs, sliding his fingers between my lips, wet with water and my juices. Moving back, he washed my bum, starting with the cheeks, moving inwards, washing deep into the crack, touching my anus. One finger slipped in to the little dark hole, washing more deeply than I usually did myself (except if I used my special squirty bottle, when I was expecting anal.

Josh crouched down, licking my bum crack and kissing my buttocks, pulling my cheeks wide so he could push his tongue in deep. I bent forward as much as possible, letting him have better access. Finally, he stood up again, and whispered: "Finish doing your hair. I'll dry off and wait for you."

I did as directed, and five minutes later, having spent far too long rubbing my boobs and pussy with the towel, walked into the bedroom. It was dark, and I searched for a light switch until Josh's voice broke through the darkness.

"Let me guide you to the bed, then lie down, and just trust me."

I felt his hand take my arm and lead me, guiding me to the bed, where I lay down. A blindfold was placed over my eyes, and he took my arm. My wrist was encircled by soft fabric, and I heard movement as he went to the other side of the bed, pulling my other arm across and tying it. He then took my left leg, binding my ankle, then my right. I was spreadeagled, bound to the bed, totally exposed.

"There," came the smooth voice of my partner, "restraints, I brought them from home. Now just lie back and relax."

I felt the bed dip as he sat down, and took my nipples between his fingers. He pinched down hard, making me gasp with pleasure and pain as he pulled my nipples to extraordinary lengths. As he released me, I felt moist, gentle lips kiss my distended nips, feeling them slip into his warm mouth as he sucked.

He moved away, and I heard sounds in the room before he returned. His hands went to my breasts again, and this time I felt cold metal, encircling each rigid peak, tightening. Nipple clamps. I loved them.

Now, Josh turned to my soaking pussy. I felt him spread my lips, then familiar clicks - his camera. He was making a record of my submissiveness - presumably so I could enjoy it later. I certainly would.

"Your pussy looks gorgeous," he whispered, "your lips swollen and puffy, red and slippery inside, and your clit's just begging to be stroked." I shivered, loving hearing him talk like this.

"I'm going to play with you until you cum, and gonna make sure every hole is filled properly before I'm finished with you."

I felt his fingers on my clit, rubbing, then squeezing and tapping. I moaned and groaned. His fingers slipped inside me - I felt one, then two and three, as he widened my hole, then began thrusting in and out, slowly at first, then rapidly. I felt his tongue on my clit, licking and pressing. He knew how to bring me to orgasm, and I rapidly felt my head rush, my pussy gush and my body thrash as I climaxed.

Then he moved, and I felt him kneel by my head. His smooth, rounded glans brushed my lips and I opened my mouth to allow him to push inside. He began to slide it in and out, slowly at first, then more vigorously, using my mouth like a vagina, going deep and forceful. I liked it. I was not totally submissive, but this was one of those times when I embraced that side of myself, enjoying being used.

He stopped, leaving his cock in my mouth as I gasped around it, trying to breathe normally. Once again, I felt fingers penetrate my pussy, soaking wet and ready for whatever he had planned. Then the hand was removed, and something was placed against my entrance - something hard, smooth and long - which he slipped in, slowly, until as much length as possible was inside me. It felt as if I was accommodating at least ten inches.

He slid it out and back in, building a steady rhythm, until I was crying out, as much as was possible around his cock. Each time, the object was withdrawn and pushed to maximum depth. I worried that something might tear, but trusted Josh to stop before that happened.

Suddenly, he stopped.

"Turn over," he whispered, "Stick your arse in the air."

He unfastened the restraints, and I did as I was told, still blindfold.

He spanked me. A rough, harsh hand, making my buttock sting, and making me cry with pain. Then again, and again. Each time there was pain, and each time pleasure. I knew my juices were running on to my thighs, and wondered how I must look - red arse in the air, pussy lips swollen and spread wide, both holes clearly visible. I expected I would see sometime, as I knew Josh would not miss this chance to take photos.

I thought my buttocks must be glowing by now, and was starting to think that a thong would be out of the question the following day, when he stopped. Again, the sounds of movement, and the mysterious, long cylinder slipping into my pussy, driving in and out, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

Then stop. A finger around my anus, applying what could only be lubricant, and the object which was violating me removed from my soaking cunt.

Steadily, the object was pushed onto my back passage. I relaxed, and felt it enter, slowly. I gave a long gasp, feeling myself fill, but wary, because of the sheer length of the thing, which had already filled my other hole. It stopped, seemingly having gone as far as possible, then I felt pushing at my pussy - the familiar shape of Josh's cock.

He entered me, filling me from both sides, reigniting my love of double penetration. Josh began to move in and out, replicating the rhythm with whatever was in my back passage. Steadily, my breathing became more rapid, my head became light and dizzy, and my muscles tensed. Josh was pounding in and out, until suddenly, he gasped, tensed and I felt his warm juices explode deep inside me.

I abandoned myself, every muscle releasing. I knew I must have squirted, but my head was too full of fireworks, explosions and waves of utter abandonment, as I moaned, wailed, screamed in pleasure. Orgasms vary, sometimes being 'nice', sometimes being 'great' - this one was magnificent, awesome, stupendous. It was the climax which would become the gold standard for every future orgasm.

Finally, I came down, sweating, gasping, my juices, mixed with Josh's cum, rolling down my thighs. It was with some disappointment that I felt my pussy and bum vacated, leaving me feeling empty, and stretched, as if neither hole would ever regain its natural proportions. I stayed on my knees, knowing what Josh could see, and knowing my distended orifices would be photographed for posterity.

Gently, Josh rolled me on to my back and released my blindfold. He knelt on the bed, smiling down at me.

"Was that good?" He asked. I was incapable of speech, but I hope my smile and low moan conveyed my approval. He kissed me, long and lovingly, before lying next to me and taking me in his arms.

I felt hot, sweaty, dirty. Lying in a huge wet patch did not help either. After ten minutes cuddling, I announced that I needed another shower.

"You can join me if you want," I told Josh, "but don't you dare start anything like that again."

He smiled. "I'll join you, but you're safe. I'm too knackered."

Beside him on the bed lay a long, plastic tube with rounded ends - clearly what he had used on me. I raised an eyebrow, wanting him to explain.

"Apparently," he informed me, "this is what the ladies round here use. I saw Ana earlier and asked if there somewhere to buy toys, but this was all she could find me. Still, did the job."

I had to agree. I had thought it might be a cucumber or something like that, and was relieved it wasn't. The thought of something breaking off in my bum and having to go to the local hospital was... well... horrific.