Hot Tub Heaven, Redux

by bonerdoc

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Fiction, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Squirting, Water Sports, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: The hot tub is the site of another encounter with a beautiful lesbian professor who wants to know why one of her students is so enamored by my sexual techniques.

When I shared a true story about the hot tub in the Astoria Holiday Inn Hotel, I barely believed it myself but it actually happened in 2009. Ben & Cheryl were the sexy couple whom I met in the hot tub there at the hotel. I fingered Cheryl to two huge climaxes as her husband sat next to us, not knowing that he was secretly watching the whole time. Then when he joined her three kids in the pool, she jacked my cock with them only a few feet away. She stroked me hungrily until a huge load of cum began boiling out of my balls. She kept pumping and just leaned over and sucked all the jizz right out of my cock head, swallowing as much as she could. We eventually got together for an incredible threesome. We ate, licked, jerked and sucked each other all night. I even tongued her asshole as she jerked Ben's dick and I was rewarded by her having five giant orgasms. Ben blew his third load while he was sucking all the juice out of her pussy, then he ate my cum too. We agreed to continue the arrangement back in Portland once I discovered that she was multi-orgasmic, that her husband enjoyed watching his wife be eaten out, and that we both enjoyed licking her asshole as much as she enjoyed having it licked.

Over the next couple of years we continued our ménage-a-trois as I worked my Astoria medical practice two days a week and my group practice in Portland the other days. Then Ben was transferred to Milwaukee so we had to resort to Skype webcam sessions where Ben would eat her pussy or ass as she sucked his cock and I would jack off onto the computer for them while they watched me. Eventually it became too difficult to maintain the relationship so we ended up just sending each other yearly Christmas cards with lewd pictures enclosed. What a shame to see it end but what an incredible time while it lasted.

I still don't think they know that during this period, their sixteen year-old daughter, Angie, eventually found out about us and came to confront me at my home. She had a request that I teach her a few things of a sexual nature that we were doing and that she wanted to try. She was a vixen, horny as hell, just like her mother.

She graduated High School and had enrolled at Portland State when her folks got the notice to move east. She decided to stay in Portland so she found an apartment with two of the three girl friends from her group but, when she wanted cock ... often I soon learned ... she would come and stay with me. What a contrast, a middle age guy having raunchy sex with a late teen. Actually, the relationship worked out great since she was keeping me young and I was keeping her satisfied. On school breaks or long weekends all the girls would use my place to crash from school since I had both a functional sauna and my own hot tub. Plus I let them enjoy my wet bar, with the proviso that they would never confess that I was supporting their underage drinking. I strictly forbade any wild parties however ... other than those when I could enjoy the sex with one, two or all three girls at my pad.

Anyway, now it was early in 2012 and I was passing my 150th stay at the Holiday Inn, the event memorialized by them with a free night in their Executive Suite and a basket of treats. I was thankful but it really was no big deal since I had to stay somewhere and they had a great free breakfast, a killer hot tub and some excellent porn on their cable channels. I stay every Monday and most Tuesday nights, eat in town and sometimes scout out the available singles or recently dumped women. Since I have a boatload of money from a wrongful-death suit I won because my wife was killed and also since I am licensed to practice medicine, women flock to me. I am very selective and want sex but only sex, so on many nights I just eat and return to my room to beat off.

Tonight was one of those nights. And tomorrow was my birthday too..."Crap," I realized, "I am turning 55 with two grown and gone kids, a dead wife and a medical practice." So, I ate a burger at the Wet Dog Saloon along with two flagons of their excellent Poop Deck Porter, chatted up my waitress who let me know she was available by giving me her cell number and a smiley face on my receipt, then returned to my room. I put on my trunks and headed down to the hot tub to soak for a while before returning to the masturbatory salon my room becomes every week. Did I mention the Holiday Inn has great porn? The pool area was empty--Yea! I sank into the bubbling steamy waters and closed my eyes. After no more than five minutes, my reverie was interrupted by a woman's voice, "Excuse me, sir."

I opened my eyes and beheld a goddess leaning over the tub edge. She was a red head, long flowing hair hanging over her shoulders and a set of tits that made my eyes bug out, green eyes and a smattering of freckles over her cheeks. She had an oversized sweatshirt over a pair of short shorts and toned legs ending in gorgeous feet with pink toenail polish on her delicate toes. I couldn't tell about her waist or hips with the attire but she presented me a close-up view of a nice camel-toe in the crotch of her shorts. The overall effect was stunning as I gulped and said, "Hi. Can I help you?"

"That depends," she smiled. "Are you Rob White? Doctor Rob White?"

"Oh, oh!" I thought. "Is she someone I met recently and should remember? Is she from the hospital looking for urgent medical consultation? Is she a spurned lover I bedded years ago and is now seeking revenge? Who the hell knew but, with her beauty, I should have remembered her even if years had passed.

"Yes, I am he," I replied, wiping my eyes with a towel.

"I hope I can call you Rob," she smiled broadly as she squatted down in front of me, making the camel-toe extremely prominent and right at face level. I almost reached out my hand to caress the muff in view. Then she said, "You don't know me, but we have a mutual friend who told me that I needed to get to know you."

"And who might that be?" I replied, trying to look away from her pussy and failing.

"Angie Morgan," she said as she reached up and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, exposing a pair of drop-dead beautiful tits, encased in the thinnest and skimpiest bikini top I had ever seen. Then, before I could catch my breath, she shimmied out of her shorts, dropped them around her ankles and stepped out of them to reveal her suit bottoms, a sling with barely enough fabric to cover her mound and a thin thread running between her ass cheeks. "You don't mind if I join you?" she smiled as she stepped into the water. I beheld her lovely full lips and brilliant white teeth as she smiled and then gave a full laugh with a sweet voice saying, "You need to catch your breath, Rob."

"Uh ... uh ... uh," I stammered, not able to think clearly any longer as I watched this goddess glide into the tub. My cock had been gradually awakening as I sat in the swirling hot water but now stood at full attention, straining against the confines of my trunks as I watched her lithe long legs step in next to me.

"My name is Beth Jacobs," she finally said as she slid onto the bench right next to me, our thighs pressing into each other. It wasn't like there was no room for us to sit near each other without touching but she clearly wanted the fleshly contact. "I am Angie's Psychology teacher at Portland State," she began. "Angie has been in my Freshman Psych 100 class all semester and she is such a cute bubbly kid that I couldn't help but notice her."

I was enthralled by her voice, the accent suggested Australia but not completely that. I wanted her to continue speaking and pressing her leg against mine. Actually I wanted her to press my boner sitting just a few inches from her fingers so I asked, "Where are you from originally?"

"My folks emigrated from Sydney when I was eight. Do you recognize my accent?" she replied.

"I do and I love the sound of it. I have been waiting for a sabbatical from my practice to take a temporary medical position in Australia," I answered. "So far, it hasn't happened but I still have a few years left on this old body."

"Anyway," I continued, "Angie gave you my name?"

"Yes, but this whole encounter today has to be our secret," she replied. "She must not know I sought you out. I like to get closer to certain of my students during the semester and Angie caught my fancy early on. I asked her for a coffee date, then had her over to my home for some wine and to better get to know her. I know she's a minor, but I give my 'special kids' a taste of booze since I know they're drinking on campus anyway. They might as well learn to enjoy classic wines instead of the rot gut the frat boys serve, often laced with Roofies."

"Well, I certainly won't tell anyone your secret, Beth," I added. I actually had a number of secrets of my own regarding Angie that I don't want to be shared.

"So, that's why I'm here," she said as she smiled wickedly. "To be perfectly honest, Angie is still maturing in her sexuality and I was privileged to help her explore some aspects of her sex life that she hadn't been able to experience yet."

What an erection deflator she'd turned out to be. I just couldn't believe that this beautiful woman was a dike. "OK, I know where this is going," I stated. "You have introduced her to the lesbian lifestyle which she now loves and you're here to brag about it!"

She grinned and then said, "Why Dr. White, I think you of all people should realize by now that Angie is bisexual and is very thankful that she has had some of her greatest early sexual experiences with you and her girl friends. She talks about you constantly when we are trying something that is new for her."

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