Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2021 16:00:17 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: Tripping in Thailand II >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My name is Denise. After playing D-1 college basketball, I became a school teacher in Oregon, as did my girlfriend, Jerri. We are both 26-years old, and we were on summer vacation, with travels to Vietnam and Thailand. We went primarily for their gorgeous beaches, but we were certain open to some erotic adventures in Thailand. I didn't have a great relationship with my parents. They didn't approve of my being a lesbian, and I was happy to leave home for college at 18. We aren't exactly at war, but our phone calls are infrequent and strained. My mother had never been very affectionate, and I was an only child. My father seemed mainly interested in turning me into a basketball player. On some level I was grateful, as it opened up a lot of opportunities for me, including a full college scholarship, but it seemed that he loved me more when I scored 30 points in a high school, or an AAU game. As a result, I sometimes tried to find love and compassion in the gentle arms of older women. I had met Ingrid Karlsson, a 40-ish Swedish tourist, the previous night at a Bangkok lesbian club. As I knew that Jerri and I would be "entertaining" that evening, I had temporarily turned down her intriguing offer, but we had exchanged information. With no plans for the evening, I decided to give her a call. Ingrid had loaded my cell phone information into her phone, and answered with a cheery, "Denise, I'm so glad that you called." Like so many Europeans, her English was excellent, with just a hint of an accent on her vowels. I explained that if she was free tonight I would like to meet up with her. As the conversation went on, the reason for the meeting became very clear, and Ingrid invited me to her hotel suite in what I knew to be one of the top luxury hotels in Bangkok. The hotel had been way out of the price range for Jerri and me. Entering her suite number in my phone, I had agreed to meet her at 8:00 p.m. Explaining to Jerri that I had made other plans for that night, Jerri said that was O.K., and that she might just try to go back to the lesbian bar or find some entertainment alone. Jerri and I went shopping that afternoon for a brief time, even purchasing some sex toys in addition to clothes. We both managed to take short naps following our all-night encounter with the Thai girls. As evening came, we prepared for our individual nights out. Both of us were stylishly dressed as we exited for the evening. We had already worn our "slutty" clothes the prior night. I wore a simple, but pretty, white floral summer dress as I hailed a cab for Ingrid's hotel. I knew that I would entering a five-star hotel, so I wanted to make sure that I looked presentable to what I assumed was a wealthy, Swedish woman. Knocking on the hotel room door, I was told to enter. I was startled to see the 40-something Ingrid dressed in a leather bustier, and wearing an erect strap-on dildo. Coincidentally, Jerri and I had just purchased one that day. Embarrassed by my startled reaction, Ingrid apologized. She explained that by my outfit last night, she thought I might be into more kinky things. We both wrote it off to cultural differences between Swedish and Americans, and she went off to another room in the large suite to change. She asked me to sit down while she was gone. I began to look around. The suite seemed like a palace. Clearly, the hotel had spared no expenses in providing luxury to their clients. I began to wonder if I was in the bridal suite, as it was mainly decorated in white, and there was a large round bed. Emerging in a sheer dressing robe, Ingrid was clearly nude underneath. She was very pretty for her age. Blonde, she was perhaps 5'8", with large, full boobs showing through the fabric. We laughed at the earlier predicament, and we were both soon at ease. I explained that I was 26, and was a school teacher from Oregon, which was in the pacific northwest of the United States. Ingrid had heard of Portland, but not Eugene. Ingrid again apologized for the misunderstanding, and explained that she hadn't had many "dates" with women my age. She was 43, and recently divorced. She had received a very generous settlement from her husband, who owns a very successful textile mill in Stockholm. She said further that she was in Thailand seeing the sights with her 16-year old daughter, and her daughters friend. When her daughter was occupied sight-seeing, Ingrid was taking advantage of reexploring her lesbian side. With that, she kissed me on the lips. Her gown opened, revealing a full, firm, nude, womanly body. I asked where her daughter was now?, and Ingrid explained that she and her friend were in an adjoining suite. Her daughter understood that she would have a "guest" that night. The girls had full access to room service, and whatever else they desired. They would be occupied, and there would be no interruptions. Ingrid stood up, and removed her dressing robe. She was the definition of a MILF, and I eagerly looked forward to fucking her. She reached for my hand to stand up. As I did so, she began to unzip my summer dress. I was now standing there in just a pair of tiny white thong panties. My 36-C tits standing proudly. Ingrid carefully, and thoughtfully, hung my dress on a wooden hanger in the closet. Before she returned to me, she put on some soft music. She invited me to remove my panties, and requested that we dance. As I was taller, I wrapped my arms around her neck. She wrapped her arms around my waist. Ingrid was careful not to make contact with my butt, as we slowly glided around the large, opulent room. In a matter of minutes, she had gone from S&M to slow seduction. I kicked off my heels so that our naked breasts could be at a more equal level. The warmth of her body was intoxicating. The slow build-up was a welcome change that could only be offered by an experienced, older woman, who was willing to wait for the payoff. "You're such a pretty girl, Denise. Why me?" Ingrid asked. I kissed her to reassure her that I felt she was attractive, and replied that "Age is only a number. I knew that when we danced together last night that something special could happen." I grabbed her ample butt cheeks with both hands and pressed our nude bodies together as we continued to dance. Ingrid moved her hands from my waist, and began to stroke my back. "You are so muscular," Ingrid said. "And with such long legs..." and with that she began caressing my ass. "And such a firm buttocks." I explained to Ingrid that I had been a basketball player, and that I tried to stay in good shape. "Ah," she said, as she began to lead me to the large, round bed. Ingrid was staying to her new script. It was going to be her seduction, even though I was a very willing participant. Laying down, Ingrid offered her large breasts to my mouth. I grabbed one with my hand and manipulated it, while I eagerly sucked and licked on the other. With her free hands she began massaging my own large breasts, and saying words in Swedish in apparent wonder. Ingrid was by no means fat, but she was solidly built, at age 43. She wrapped her thick legs around my torso, and squeezed. She then lifted my right leg and began scissoring me with force. The pounding of Ingrid's large body on top of my body was erotic and unusual. At nearly 6'2", my sexual partners tended to be more petite. Ingrid felt like a welcome sledgehammer on my pussy. Rolling over on my stomach, Ingrid began to hump my rear end, and pressed her tits on my back. Moving down my body, Ingrid paid special attention to massaging and kissing my firm, athletic ass, which was now tan from my various beach outings during the trip. I involuntarily shuddered as her nose found its way between my butt cheeks. She put a pillow under me so that she could have more ready access to licking my pussy and asshole, as she alternated between the two. Feeling that I was being pleasured without returning the favor, I positioned Ingrid on her back and began slowly inserting 1, 2, 3 fingers before delivering a spirited pussy licking that brought Ingrid to orgasm. Our love-making continued in nearly every conceivable lesbian position that we had both learned. During a short break, while we were catching our breath, Ingrid got up from the bed to look at the clock. It was around 11:00 p.m., and she excused herself to make a quick phone call to her daughter in the nearby suite to wish her good night. I thought that was sweet and thoughtful, and I took the opportunity to sit up with my back on the headboard. Words were exchanged in Swedish, which I of course didn't understand, and Ingrid hung up the phone and returned to the bed. Seeing that I was comfortably sitting up, Ingrid positioned herself between by legs and again began skillfully licking my bald pussy. I closed my eyes in pleasure, and grabbed on to her head to push her deeper. Just when I was ready to orgasm, I heard a click at the door, and two teenage girls appeared. Not knowing who they were or what was going on, I modestly tried to cover my tits, and gasped something unintelligible in surprise. Ingrid, still happily lapping away at my shaven pussy, seemed unconcerned. My fright quickly changed her mood, and Ingrid sat up to explain. With one hand I tried to hide my pussy, and with the other arm I tried to shield my boobs from the teens. The two girls appeared to be around 15 or16, and were dressed only in white t-shirts and tiny panties. Both were similarly slender, and were about the same height. Both had pretty, long legs. The cute blonde was introduced to me as Ingrid's daughter, Astrid. Her hair was in pigtails. I was then told that the very pretty red head in the ponytail was Astrid's friend and travel companion, Eva. Any questions that I may have had as to why the girls were in the room quickly disappeared as they began to undress. Both girls were fit and lean. Like many teenagers, their small boobs were proportional to their skinny bodies, and long legs. Their asses were tiny and firm. The pair were picture postcards of what I imagined Swedish teens to be. With my initial fear and surprise over, I began to drink in the two girls with my eyes: Eva had a sparse red bush, and Astrid was waxed clean, like me. The two girls stood before the bed, tantalizingly, nude. Adding in the Thai girls from last night, I had never been treated to this much teen pussy even when I was a teenager! Ingrid said something else in Swedish, and the girls moved onto the bed. Eva leaped upon Ingrid's side, and began spooning with her, clutching a breast in one hand as she cozied up to Ingrid's ample rear end. Clearly, this was not a new experience for either. As the round bed was huge, the pretty young blonde, Astrid, leaned into me, and said, "You have very pretty breasts, Denise." As I was still sitting with my back to the headboard, Astrid crawled up to sit between my legs, She leaned back in order to rub her back against my boobs. As I wrapped my arms around her young waist, she grabbed my right hand and placed it on her similarly hairless pussy. Needing no further encouragement, I began to finger the teenager, and explored her small, perky breasts with my other hand. She wore a very sweet perfume, which was not unusual for a young girl. As I focused new attention on Astrid, I noticed the red hair and freckled nose of Eva bobbing up and down from between Ingrid's thick legs. While orgasming, Ingrid accidentally put a headlock on the young girl who had to push one of the legs away with her hand. With her juices now flowing, Astrid became the aggressor with me, and laid me flat as she nibbled at and caressed my full breasts. With her lean, teen body, she crawled on top of me, and buried her face in my breasts. As I was still laying flat, Astrid maneuvered herself so that her young pussy was positioned over my mouth. I twisted her sprouting nipples with both hands as I hungrily lapped away at the young teen. Eva had moved over unnoticed, and began licking my pussy. Ingrid followed closely behind her, and was licking Eva's pussy from the rear, and poking her tight pucker hole with her fingers. It was an unorthodox daisy chain, and vocal moans could be heard around the room. Ingrid got up from the bed, and came back wearing the strap-on that she had embarrassedly taken off earlier in the evening. The dildo was big and black, and Ingrid waved it menacingly. The two teens left what they were doing with me, and turned their attention to Ingrid. I was surprised when Astrid, Ingrid's daughter was the first to approach the dildo. As she kneeled, she began licking and sucking it as if it were a large licorice-flavored lollipop. The way Astrid attacked the fake penis made me think that she might be bisexual, and liked boys too. Eva, the red head, began licking and sucking on Ingrid's large boobs. Feeling left out, I too left the bed. Seeing Eva bent over pleasing Ingrid's breasts, I took advantage of the position to further open Eva's tight little butt cheeks, and inserted my tongue. Eva squealed in delight. Astrid worked up a froth blowing the dildo and playing with the rubber scrotum. Ingrid said something to Eva, and they exchanged the harness. Ingrid helped to downsize the straps for the teen. Grabbing both of Eva's young, slightly freckled tits, Ingrid pointed the teen in Astrid's direction. Astrid laid on the bed, and put her legs up over her head. She and Eva had obviously played this game before. Eva caressed the fake penis with her hand, and then began pile-driving her fellow teen with the dildo. Ingrid embraced me from behind as we watched the two thin, energetic teens going at it. Her hands covered my breasts. Although their bodies would accidently come in contact, Ingrid was careful to keep her sexual partners to Eva and myself. Astrid did the same. I had to admit that I would have enjoyed watching the two pretty blondes engaging in incest. Does that make me a bad person? Ingrid and i tired out that evening before the teens did. I rested my head on Ingrid's left breast, and cuddled her right breast with my free hand as i tried to get some sleep. Eva and Astrid similarly cuddled, and the four of us would leave our Thai vacations with some incredible memories. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While I was having a Swedish orgy, Jerri had decided to stop into one of the nearby bars to have a drink before deciding on visiting one of the lesbian bars. While downing a rum and coke, she was approached by a pretty Thai girl who asked her if she could buy her a drink? Thinking this was unusual, Jerri agreed. The girl spoke in a clipped British accent, and she explained to Jerri that she was from a reasonably well-to-do local family, and had been educated in a prestigious British-run school in Bangkok. The girl said that her name was hard to pronounce by westerners, so she saved them the trouble by going by the name Monica. Monica was a little taller than most Asian women, and was close to 5'7" or 5'8". Her smooth legs glistened in the bar light. Jerri was enjoying Monica's company and intelligent conversation. She was very attracted to Monica, and would very much like to take her back to the hotel. Jerri was unsure of Monica's status. Was she a bar girl? Or was she just a friendly local who like her was trying to pick up a girl? Jerri nervously tried to broach the subject: "We might be more comfortable talking in my hotel, it's just down the street, and um..." she stuttered. Monica sensed Jerri's confusion, and patted her on the leg. "If you're wondering if I'm a bar girl, I can assure you that I'm not. I am attracted to pretty girls, and western girls in particular. If your invitation still stands, I would be delighted to accompany you to your hotel, where we can get to know each other better." With that they began walking hand and hand to Jerri's nearby hotel. Monica was clearly more sophisticated than the young pair that she and Denise had brought back the night before. Jerri thought to herself that the sex had been incredible, and something that she would remember the rest of her life, especially the spunk 12-year old. Monica had great legs and shapely ass underneath her tight, Chinese style dress that was slit up the side. Her cleavage was more than ample for an Asian woman, and Jerri surmised that her breasts had probably been enhanced. Opening the hotel room door, the pair began passionately kissing once inside. Jerri whipped off her dress, and sat at the the foot of the bed. Monica began to slowly remove her dress in front of Jerri. Monica's breasts were the first to be revealed. it was clear that they had been surgically enhanced, but the surgeon was skillful, and they looked lovely. Monica turned her back as she lowered the dress to the floor. Her firm, round butt was displayed beneath red silk panties. As Monica slowly turned around, Jerri immediately saw a noticeable bulge in the front of Monica's panties. Jerri gasped! Monica wasn't a girl, she was one of Thailand's famous "lady boys." Monica was surprised and embarrassed, covering his private parts with his hands. "I thought you knew?" Monica sputtered. "N.. no. I didn't," Jerri stammered. "I'm sorry," Monica said, humiliated and disappointed. "Would you like me to leave?" Monica began to reach for her dress, now on the floor." "W... wait," replied Jerri. A lesbian since 18-years old, she had never seen a real, live, penis in person. Monica was a very pretty girl, with a great body, and a penis..." Jerri rationalized that she could make it work, just this one time. Still sitting at the foot of the bed, Jerri beckoned Monica closer. Monica's red silk panties showed the outline of what seemed like a small snake inside. Intrigued, Jerri began rubbing the outside of Monica's panties, and the snake began to take life, Jerri had never seen or felt a penis, so she examined it with her hand carefully, while still trapped beneath the silken fabric. Becoming more curious, Jerri lowered Monica's panties. A 4" erect penis emerged. Monica was cleanly shaven, except for a small, black, female-like landing strip about the base of the penis. Jerri looked at Monica's eyes with a look of, "May I continue?" Monica kicked the red panties to the floor, and moved closer for Jerri's close inspection. Jerri apprehensively touched the penis as if it were a real snake. After cupping Monica's smooth, hairless balls, she really didn't think the penis was that intimidating at all. "I'm sorry for how I reacted, Monica. I was just very surprised," Jerri apologized. Monica was wordless as Jerri began to manipulate the erect penis. It didn't take a brain surgeon to tell Jerri that if she continued to stroke the penis up and down, a reaction would soon be forthcoming. Thinking to herself, "Would I ever be in this situation again?" Jerri held the small penis with her hand and gazed into it, as if thinking to herself. Wordlessly she began licking and sucking the head of the penis. Not daring to go too deep on her first blowjob. Monica began to paw at Jerri's bra, and eventually made a polite announcement that she was ready to cum. Jerri made the quick decision to take in the whole experience, and swallowed the cum. Monica was panting after shooting her load. Realizing that she was still in bra and panties, Jerri quickly undressed and laid on the bed. "My turn," she announced, and pointed to her pussy. Monica was attracted to males and females, and performed expert cunnilingus on Jerri. The two played with each others tits, taking turns licking and sucking. Jerri was not sure of where to go next. She was sure that she was not going to allow that penis to enter her, so she began to use her imagination. Remembering that the she had purchased a strap-on dildo earlier that day in a sex shop. She opened a drawer to reach for the bag. Even though Monica's English was excellent, Jerri didn't quite know how to broach the question, so she raised the dildo in the air to see if Monica would give a yes or no reaction. Seeing the dildo, Monica crawled on all fours on the bed, and presented her anal flower. Taking this as a firm yes sign, Jerri fumbled with the straps as she positioned the dildo in place. Jerri had to admit that Monica had a cute ass for a boy or girl, and began rubbing and kissing it as she approached. Monica's flaccid dick was pointed directly at the ground. With no lube available, Monica spit on the dildo, and very tenderly, gingerly inserted into Monica's ass, fearful that I would do something wrong which would cause her pain. Sticking in the tip, Monica made no cries of pain. Slowly, Jerri began inserting the dildo deeper. Jerri then began to develop a rhythm as she motioned the dildo in and out. It became clear by Monica's moans that she was receiving pleasure, not pain. Jerri reached over and began stroking Monica's penis to another orgasm. It had been quite an unexpected night for the young woman, and Jerri would mark it down to another life experience. Jerri made an excuse that she had to get up early in the morning, Monica dressed and made a polite exit. To ensure that there were no hard feelings, Jerri gave Monica an open-mouthed kiss before she closed the door behind her. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Jerri and i headed to the airport two days later. We were both exhausted from our trip, although we had enjoyed it very much. Although we were both anxious to get home, neither of us was looking forward to the over 16 hour flight back to Seattle. As we reached the check-in window at the airport, we were delighted to learn that we had been moved up to first class, "by a Mrs. Ingrid Karlsson." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The End. I hope you enjoyed the story. Please support this wonderful site.