Whitney whipped her head around and Lea's assertion, but it was true. All the other girls in the club that she could see, except for Professor Moore were topless, and the Professor was in charge she could do what she wanted.... right? Strangely, standing out in that way made her even more self concious, and as Emily crawled away, Whitney found her slowly pulling the sports bra up over her head, though she kept ahold of it and crossed her arms over her chest.<br/><br/>That attempt at modesty was short lived though as Lea ordered her to get on her hands and knees, she was already growing used to Lea as an authority figure, and after a moments hesitation, she went down to the floor, letting her perky b cup tits hang free. The next ultimatum really caught her off guard though. "Who did she want to fuck her?" tonight was SUPPOSED to have been informational. The two of them learning the lingo, maybe eyeing up other couples to ask on a swingers date or something. She wished Baxter was here to tell her what was ok, but if she hadn't been able to see him while standing, she wasn't about to see him while she was on her hands and knees on the floor in nothing but her yoga pants.<br/><br/>Still, Lea's little trick worked on the flustered brunette. Not realizing she could simply say "no' or call to her boyfriend, she glanced between Nate's cock and the plastic phallus inserted in Lea's pelvis. Nate's cock certainly had an allure, but at the same time she had never been with another man other than Baxter, and Nate's cock was covered in his own cum and Emily's saliva which frightened her. On the other hand she did have a dildo of her own, for the night when Baxter was away for Ruby games and the like, and two had even started to incorporate it into their mutual sessions. Lea's toy was more intimidating than that, but at least more familiar in it's own way. Her answer came in a whisper, but she did say it. "...I pick Lea." she said in a small voice, her lower lip trembling.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="20459" data-username="@LeaT" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/20459/">@LeaT</a><a class="username" data-user-id="17729" data-username="@xavierrol" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/17729/">@xavierrol</a><br/><br/><br/>-------------------------------<br/><br/><br/><br/>Baxter sank further into the couch, closing his eyes as pleasure from the hands on his cock coursed through him in a slow but sensuous feeling. Mixed with the thrill of this new experience it was filling him and he began to breath heavily. He felt hands take his, and move them. By touch alone he realized he had a hand on either of the twins chests. They were modest, even smaller than Whitney and one even felt like more bra than breast but wasn't complaining, he was too caught up in the sensual moment of a semi-incestuous handjob.<br/><br/>He felt another presence approaching  and opened his eyes to another view of "Matty's" cleavage. The fact that she was indirectly urging him to cum wasn't lost on him, and that was more than enough to push him over the edge. Taking his hand off of Leonora's chest he grabbed the redhead wrist for the second time that night and manged to unload 5 ropes of sticky hot cum into the cup. Collapsing back into the couch, breathing heavily, his cockhead glinting with residual cum, he suddenly realized that he hadn't been as precise as could be hoped. Though he hadn't sprayed all over his target, it was clear that some of the cum, not a lot, but a noticable amount was on Matty's fingers holding the cup. "Oh god...." he panted. "Matty. ....Professor Moore... I'm sorry, i didn't mean for that..."<br/><br/>However that situation resolved, Baxter was in for at least one more surprise that evening. From Professor Moore's words his muddled brain managed to put together that "Leonora", one of the twins who had stroked him to completeion was.... what exactly? Transexual? A crossdresser? Something else? Baxter didn't know but Professor Moore wanted a sperm sample form them.  He was confused. He had never considered any of his friends sexually, but then again he hadn't shied away from the idea of sharing Whitney with another man either. What the twins had done to him felt good, great actually, but he still felt a little deceived.  It seemed like he should have known abut his first sexual encounter with another man before it happened, but then he wasn't entirely sure Leonora or Molly for that matter were men....<br/><br/>In the end he kept his mouth shut, waiting for more information before he made and judgements.<br/><br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="20459" data-username="@LeaT" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/20459/">@LeaT</a><a class="username" data-user-id="41027" data-username="@MsBloom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41027/">@MsBloom</a>