The Term Paper Ch. 05

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.

"Ha-ha, I feel something poking me," Emily said, singing, moving her hand from around my neck slowly down through the sparse hairs on my chest. She stopped, teasing my hard little nipple a bit, driving me even crazier than before. She moved slowly down and around my navel then slower still until finding my bare stiff rod. "Now that, I definitely like a lot." she purred, smiling like a Cheshire kitten, grasping me firmly in her hand. "Your insatiable, you know that?" She said, her sexy whispered words mingling with her warm breath on my prickling neck.

"No, my baby just has a healthy appetite, that's all" mom said, her words sweet and breathy as her soft lips gently kissed mine.

"Speaking of appetites, I am literally starving." I groaned, my stomach gurgling in agreement.

"I guess so," mom said, her and Emily giggling like little school girls. "It just so happens that we have reservations for dinner and the chef apparently has a special dish for us."

"Really, why would the chef care who we are?" I asked scratching my head in confusion.

"Well I guess since I paid for the sweet and the highest package it gives us VIP status, might as well take advantage of it." mom explained sauntering her hips as she slowly walked to the doorway and back into the room, my arm already feeling the loneliness of her absence.

Emily and I smiled at each other, almost reading one another's thoughts we both shrugged our shoulders together. "Might as well" we said humorously at the exact same time. We laughed, holding hands, following mom inside, Emily kissing my cheek before slipping in through the doorway.

"Just give me a couple of moment's ok kids." mom said vanishing into the bedroom and shutting the door before we could give an answer.

I sat back in a round seat as Emily drained the contents of a Champaign bottle into the flute without the lipstick smudge. She walked over to the dimmer switch on the wall turning the lights up a bit and taking a sip of bubbly, her slim hips swaying with each step. Dusk began to turn into night as day two of our vacation reached the late hours. Emily came over and sat on my lap, draping herself around me, smiling. She put the flute to my lips and tilted it as I sipped, relishing the sweet fizzy taste, easily able to tell the difference between the droll I've had before, compared to the lively flavor of good Champagne. A little dribbled from my lips and down my chin, flowing down my neck were Emily stopped it; lapping the drop with her tongue, licking up the sweet sticky trail it left behind till she came to my lips, tenderly sliding her tongue inside my mouth wanting. I groaned, as she hungrily invaded me, exploring my tongue with hers.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and mom walked out dressed in heels and black silk stockings with matching arm sleeves that circled around her thumbs, light shining off the smooth fabric. I was speechless; mom looked like a sexy goddess, a walking, talking embodiment of all that turned me on. "Well?" she asked raising her arms, slowly twisting around to give Emily and me a good look at all her sweet angles.

"Umm hu, hu, hot. I, I , I would say hu, hu, hot." I stuttered like an idiot with my tongue rolling down to the floor.

"I understand why you're in love with your mom Dood, I'd be in love with my mom to if she looked like that." Emily whispered, her eyes transfixed on my mother's ass. I wasn't shocked that she figured things out, mom didn't help the matter last night, but she was taking it better than I thought she would. Still, I'm not sure how things are going to work when we get home. She could always use this as some kind of leverage or something, but I didn't think she would do anything like that really. Not with the way she's snuggled up to me now.

Mom tossed the key card lanyard over her neck with a small little square pouch she carries our ids and credit cards in. "So are we ready because I have to agree, I'm famished." She said waiting for us at the door. She didn't have to ask twice, we were up and following her out, the door making a hiss and click as it closed and locked behind us.

The hall was a little busy. We passed by a couple making out as the guy attempted swiping his key and unlocking the door without looking, a hot well-tanned blonde taking most of his attention. A bellhop came stepping out of a room pushing an empty service cart, smiling as we passed, his eyes googling the gorgeous women I have surrounding me. We made it into the elevator just as it dinged, letting three lean and muscular guys off, escorting a very lovely girl that looked like the type that would be a cheerleader for a professional football team; her hands fisted, jerking up and down rapidly around two of the big beefy men's cocks as they walked down the hall. Mom, Emily and I laughed feeling a bit alien but curiously adapting to the whole place. We got on the lift and I stood between both women, my arms wrapping around there waists. I looked over to Emily and tenderly kissed her, licking her top lip before turning and bending my head down and taking my mother's huge round nipple in between my lips, nibbling and sucking at the perky little nub.

"Mmmm, there's that appetite again huh Emily?" she said, Emily giggling from the other side.

"Like I said, he's insatiable." Emily teased gently giving my hard cock a squeeze.

All three of us jumped instinctively when the elevator dinged. There was a couple waiting for the lift, a short haired, skinny man with a well-groomed mustache, arm and arm with a short brown haired woman, older than him by decades, hell older than mom. She was short with big glistening brown eyes. Her skin was a little wrinkly but not unattractive, I couldn't help but notice the groomed landing strip that lead to her slightly sagging labia.

The man mumbled something off in French, they laughed and then the woman threw her head back. She looked at us rambling off in another language I couldn't understand. "Hmmm" was all we got before she spoke again, this time in an obviously different accent. We still looked at her, blinking and dumb founded. She tapped her chin with a finger, concentrating as she glared at us. "Ok, how bout English?" she said like she was trying to reason with us or attempting to strike a bargain.

Blown away, I shook my head in disbelief as she clapped quietly. "He say, he can spot newbies." she chuckled pointing her finger and eyeing my half-stiff cock, a wide smile lining across her face.

"Oh, is it that obvious" mom laughed looking at me, rubbing her hand softly up and down my back, giving me chills despite the tropical heat.

"Yes, you are, umm-how you say, guarded, but that will go away in time." she smiled walking into the lift and putting a hand on my mother's shoulder. "You will open up in time, I be happy to help if it please." She whispered in mom's ear.

My mother blushed as the woman let her fingertips barely touch mom's skin and slowly slid her hand down to my mother's ass. "Mmmm," my mother groaned leaning forward and French kissing the mature woman. More irony, but it was fucking sexy, they openly wrapped their tongues hungrily. "I appreciate the offer, but not right now." mom whispered in the woman's ear, biting her lip, her whole body turning red and filling with passionate heat.

"Oh pooh" the woman pouted sticking her bottom lip out like a child.

"Sorry dear." mom said rubbed a finger under the ladies chin as the three of us left the elevator. Mom's heels clicking and clacking on the tiny mosaics that made up the dining rooms floor.

In all respects, the dining room was a very fancy patio. It was a wide room with the far wall and half of the left and right walls cut away to reveal a gorgeous torch lit view of the beach. There were tables situated with black cloth table clothes and little glass globes, emanating with candle light. Of course, the staff was the only ones wearing clothes, elegantly skittering from table to table like worker ants busily doing their jobs to please the diners. The air filled with the clanking sound of silverware against the China dishes and the most amazing scent of fine cuisine, making my stomach growl once again , reminding all of us just how hungry we were.

"Hello Ms. Murrel, we have been expecting you." peeped a slinky little mocha skinned French girl in a tiny little top and short shorts. The girl was even smaller than Emily with long beaded braids. "Please, if you will, follow me?" She directed walking away, her ass wiggling off to a special far off table in the right most corner with a serene, well-lit view. We sat in the high-backed, comfortable, red velvet seats with a dark cherry finish that made me feel like royalty.

After setting and getting a good view of the rest of the room, I noticed two doorways; one on each side of the elevator. the best part of the room that stood out more than anything was the old world Muriel painting that stretched the whole wall end to end depicting a French country side, a beautiful dusk in the background of a vineyard and an old stone villa. Suddenly the server was filling my glass with wine from an ice bucket sitting on the middle of the table. "The chef has a special menu picked for you this evening, "A delectable culinary experiment." as he calls it. All I know is it looks and smells amazing. I will be back soon to present your meal." She said turning about, my eyes glued to her ass again as she briskly rushed away. Wrapping her way through the crowd and disappearing into the doorway closest to our seats.

Moments later another of the worker ants brought a basket full of fresh made garlic bread, the garlic butter still melting and dripping from the light crispy crust. I had never tasted better bread in my life and doubt I ever will again.

I think I speak for more than myself when I say it was really hard not to fill up on the bread alone. Thankfully, soon after the breads arrival, the server returned with a cart and a young gentle man. The cart was equipped with a series of burners like a gas grill. The gentleman clapped his hands twice and rambled a bit about something. Then the small girl cleared her throat saying. "He says that he is the sue chef and is more than pleased to present you with the appetizer that the chef has picked out for you this evening. The chef himself has prepared it, this gentleman will only cook and present the dish." Then the waitress took a step back, nodding to the gentleman dressed in the normal white chef's coat and muffin topped hat. He went straight to work grabbing a skillet from the shelf underneath and spinning it before putting it on the burner and grabbed a clear squeeze bottle of what I figured was some type of oil that he squirt a long stream of, into the skillet. He removed the lid from a silver platter with sections of different foods, veggies, some chunks of meat, grapes and pineapples.