A note to my readers:
This is actually Part 2 of "How far will you go?" I apologize in advance for the change of name and the change of category. I tried, at the first of this part, to fill in people who haven't read the first one, but of course, nothing will replace you doing so. I do encourage you to read that one before reading this one.
Gina
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I stood in the street and watched as my two best friends and my sometimes lovers drove off in their mustang convertible, tin cans bouncing and clanging behind them. My job as a Dallas police officer demanded that one learn to control their emotions, but I couldn't help myself. I joined the other ladies at the small wedding in crying happy tears for the young couple.
That night, lying alone in my bed, I thought back to how I'd met Jan and Susan. I'd been on duty, riding my Segway around the small lake near downtown Dallas that was very popular with the locals, especially on warm weekends.
Jan had flagged me down and questioned me about a rumor she'd heard—that the police department didn't enforce the laws against nudity in public. After I confirmed the rumor, and after cautioning her to use good judgment when there are kids around, we said our goodbyes and I went on my way.
I didn't know her name, but there was just something about that girl. She had been noticeably checking me out all during our conversation—checking me out in a way I was all too familiar with.
As a thirty-one year old African-American woman with a sleek body and, so I've been told, a beautiful face with bright eyes and a great smile, I was accustomed to getting hit on, even when I was on duty. I knew it didn't hurt that my 38 D cups strained against the top of my uniform shirt, screaming for attention.
In and around downtown Dallas, there is a large gay and lesbian population, so my getting hit on by other females wasn't as unusual as one might think. Of course, the second I told them I'm bisexual, the lesbians would turn tail and run like their hair was on fire. Most lesbians, at least the ones I've met, and especially those on the police force, hate bisexual women. I've been called "Pretender" and "Wannabe" on many, many occasions.
I had no idea if this early twenty something white girl was a lesbian. She was wearing a bikini and sharing a spot on the grass with another girl who appeared to be about her same age. Both were outrageously sexy, so when I saw them getting ready to leave, I couldn't help myself. I wrote my first name and cell number on the back of one of my cards to give them. While presenting my card to them, I made sure to let them know that I'm bisexual. Neither of them ran away. In fact, they invited me to join them for a drink later that evening.
I joined Jan and Susan at a bar in the Dallas West End. I found them to both be tremendous fun. Susan was extremely sexually bold, even flashing me her tits right there in the bar, and later kissing me passionately at our table.
Even though they'd both been one hundred percent straight until a few weeks earlier, they were light years ahead of me when it came to being open and honest about their sexuality. They were totally in love with each other, but they also both enjoyed teasing and making out with their small group of new bisexual friends. They simply weren't jealous of each other in the least.
The following weekend, Jan and Susan accepted my invitation to come to my home and enjoy my pool, hot tub, and private back yard. I'd won the place in a divorce settlement, and I loved having friends over.
That was one extremely hot, sexually charged weekend. I'd never had that much sexual fun in my life, or cum so often in such a short time.
Over the next many weeks, they'd been to my home many times. I'd even given them a key to my house, so they'd be able to come over and use the place when I had to work. I trusted them both totally.
I visited their apartment several times as well. During my first visit there, I met their two friends, Sandy and Bren. Sandy was in her early forties, the perfect mixture of classy and sexy, with breasts almost as large as mine, and about the same size as Susan's. She had a very toned, fit, sexy body. She was married, no kids, and her husband didn't know about her bisexual side. She'd had a lot of experience with that in college.
Bren was in her early thirties, also married, two kids, and her husband also didn't know that the other three had recently introduced her to bisexuality. She was blonde, also trim, fit, and very sexy. Her tits were smaller, similar to Jan's. She worked in a tanning salon, so she sported a beautiful tan.
All four of them loved being naked. They always met at Jan and Susan's apartment, and they were naked within seconds of the door closing behind them. The four of them teased each other almost constantly, and they weren't shy about kissing and groping each other.
I learned quickly during my first visit there, that there were no rules. I got kissed and felt up a lot, and if I had an urge to do the same to any of them, I was just supposed to go for it, regardless of what any of us were doing or talking about at the time. So I did hehe.
My second visit was a little different. I was told to show up around seven p.m. and "Bring a robe." They wouldn't explain, only promising me that it would be a lot of fun.
When I arrived, nothing was different. All four of the ladies were naked. Jan and Susan were in the kitchen fixing snacks while Sandy and Bren were making out on the sofa.
When I was naked, all four of them stopped what they were doing long enough to greet me with friendly smiles, full body hugs and passionate kisses. Whew! What a way to start the evening.
"Here you go, Pepper." Jan said with a wide grin as she handed me a Scotch on the rocks.
During my first visit to their apartment with the four of them in attendance, I'd jokingly made the comment that I felt like a speck of pepper in a salt shaker. Jan picked up on it and made "Pepper" her permanent nickname for me. I didn't take offense. I've been called a lot worse.
I noticed that everyone kept checking the time, and that just made me even more curious about what they had planned. When it was almost eight p.m., they all put on their robes and told me to do the same. Then, they pulled three dining room chairs out onto their spacious balcony.
Once we were all outside, we sat sipping our drinks while they filled me in on the guy they called "Cock Man". I assumed they were exaggerating about the size of his cock and some of the things he could do with it, but I was interested enough to want to see it. I hadn't had a really big cock since college, but I'd never forgotten it.
When the lights came on in the apartment across the alley and down one floor, Jan handed me her binoculars and said with a giggle, "Here, you can see for yourself."
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed when I had the binoculars focused in. "He's fucking huge!"
The other girls all laughed, and Susan told me, "You ain't seen nothing yet. He's going to give us one of his special shows tonight."
"Oh?" I inquired, but they wouldn't spill the beans.
After what seemed like an hour of watching him walk around inside his apartment and a few minutes on his balcony, he headed to his bedroom. "Show time." Sandy announced, and they all giggled with anticipation.
I watched intently as Cock Man crawled onto his bed and almost immediately began working his huge cock to full erection. I couldn't believe my eyes. It grew even bigger than I had imagined upon seeing it flaccid.
"No he is not fucking doing that!" I half screamed when I saw him lower his mouth over his incredible cock. Inch after inch disappeared from site. "No fucking way!"
I was leaning forward with my elbows on the top of the wooden wall, and all of a sudden, I felt hands on both of my tits. And then I heard Jan's voice purr in my ear, "Just watch and enjoy."
"Is she playing with your tits again?" Sandy asked me with a giggle, but without taking her eyes away from her binoculars.
"Ummmm, yes she is." I responded.
