love among the bungalows

Her name was M15 and she lived in the bungalows. I was referred to her by a mutual friend who knew I was going to be in the area and thought I might enjoy a tour. I met her at the gate, and after she checked my credentials (you can't be too careful these days), she agreed to show me around.

I can't confirm everything you might have heard about bungalow girls, but it is true that within the half hour, we were necking. She led me by the hand back to her room and we began going at it on her bed.

"Would you like to make love to me or my three sprites?" she asked, drawing away for a moment.

"Your three sprites?"

Every person, she explained, has the ability to transform themselves into three sprites. When she does it, she turns into a male sprite who likes humping and two female sprites who like their breasts fondled.

"If you want, he" she pointed to her roommate (boyfriend?) who was reading the Chicago Tribune "can join in and we will have six."

I pondered the offer, but declined. She laughed and remarked that offworlders were so old-fashioned.

There were no male condoms about, so I wrapped her up in plastic and we pleasured ourselves that way. It was a fun time, no doubt about it, but I wonder every once in a while what my sprites would have been like.