I’m 35 years old and kind of an old-fashioned guy. I found that out the hard way when I fell in love with Chrissy, five years younger than me and wild as a mustang.
Chrissy is gorgeous—blonde, blue-eyed, with a perfect body and big, firm tits. She loved me, too, but from the start, she told me she didn’t “believe in monogamy.” She thought it was suffocating and led to bitterness and resentment in relationships. Like a fool, I thought I could change her, or learn to live with her infidelities. After two years of jealous hell, we broke up. Chrissy moved north and I stayed in Atlanta, dating girls but never getting too serious. We kept in touch, though, and somehow managed to stay friends.
I hadn’t seen Chrissy in a few years. The last she’d written she was modeling in New York. One weekend, I was sitting home, bored out of my skull, when I heard a loud engine outside. I looked out to see a motorcycle roaring down my driveway with two girls on it, their long hair blowing in the breeze. Chrissy was driving and a young petite redhead perched on the seat behind her. Chrissy waved exuberantly.
“Hey, Pete! How’s it going?” She leaped off the bike and came over to hug me. The redhead sauntered over and looked me up and down.
“This is Kate,” Chrissy said, pulling her friend over. They came inside and while I fixed some coffee, Chrissy told me they were on their way to Key West and decided on an impulse to stop by. She asked if they could stay the night. All the while Kate didn’t say a word, but kept eyeing me suspiciously. When she got up to use the bathroom, I asked Chrissy what her story was. She told me that Kate was 21, had run away from home, was scared of me and was a lesbian. Then she said, “Pete, I’m bisexual now.”
My mouth dropped open. “You mean—you and Kate?” She nodded.
I was speechless.
“Oh, don’t be such a prude,” Chrissy said in response to my shocked expression. “You’ve seen girls get it on.”
“Only in the movies.”
Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “If you’re a good boy, you might get to see it live.”
Before I could react, Kate came back into the kitchen and Chrissy changed the subject.
We spent the day walking through the woods, Chrissy chattering about her life in New York, Kate mostly silent. Every so often, Kate would stop to watch a squirrel or a butterfly, seemingly enchanted by the creatures of the forest.
That evening, I barbecued some steaks and we opened a couple of bottles of wine. Our mood relaxed as the sky darkened and while we were sipping after-dinner brandies, Chrissy asked me to put on some porno videos. I shot a look at Kate.
“Oh, Katie loves them,” Chrissy said quickly.
I put on one of my favorites and we settled back to watch. Two girls dressed in lacy lingerie were getting it on when a guy wandered onto the scene. The girls immediately jumped up, sat by his feet and fought over who got to suck his cock. It’s one of my favorites and my cock started stirring in my jeans. Suddenly, Kate let out a shrill giggle. I looked over at the two women. Kate was in hysterics, covering her mouth with her hand, and Chrissy was smiling knowingly.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Pete,” Chrissy said, “do you really think this is what girl-girl sex is about?”
I shrugged, embarrassed. How the hell did I know what girls did in bed together? All I knew was the scene turned me on.
“Come on,” Chrissy said, pulling Kate to her feet.
“We’ll show you.”
Hardly believing what was happening, I followed them into the bedroom. Chrissy told me to sit in the chair while she and Kate climbed onto my waterbed. She knelt over Kate’s tiny body and slowly began undressing her, pausing to nip on her breasts or kiss her thighs. When they were both naked, Chrissy motioned me over.
“Come here, Pete. Look at this.”
I followed her gaze. Kate’s pussy was shaved clean, and sticking out maybe a half inch was the biggest clit I’d ever seen.
“Isn’t that amazing?” Chrissy asked. “Now watch.”
She lowered her head and began licking the monstrous clit. Kate closed her eyes and writhed on the bed, pulling at her taut red nipples. Within minutes, her body began to tremble, her limbs jerking involuntarily, and her face bore a look of ecstasy. Chrissy stuck her fingers into the girl’s cunt and she bore down to greet the thrusts.
Chrissy lifted her head and panted, “Now watch this, Pete.” She continued to thrust her fingers in and out with great force and then suddenly pulled them out. A great whoosh of fluid followed. It gushed out like a fountain of piss, but it was clear, not yellow, and resembled a man’s ejaculation fluid. After the last drop had dribbled out, Kate lay perfectly still. Chrissy looked up at me.
“Well,” I said, “that’s quite a show.”
“She does it all the time,” Chrissy said. “Don’t you, honey?”
Kate opened her eyes and sleepily nodded. To my surprise, Chrissy lowered her head once more and resumed nibbling on Kate’s clit.
While on the first round I’d been merely curious, now I found myself becoming excited. The girls seemed to have forgotten I was there, as Chrissy attacked Kate’s cunt with unbridled passion and Kate tore at Chrissy’s hair, moaning and writhing, squeezing her legs around her head. Reflexively, I unzipped my fly, pulled out my throbbing dick and stroked it back and forth. For a moment, I wished they were like the girls in the movie and would fight over who got to suck me off, but then I got into just watching them groove on each other.
They moved into “69” and were slurping each other’s twats, grunting and groaning and sweating, a far cry from the dressed-up chicks on the screen. Kate twitched and released another quart of fluid.
Chrissy looked up and saw me pulling my wang. She crept over and took it in her hands. Kate didn’t lose a beat, but positioned herself behind Chrissy as she knelt beneath my hard-on. While Chrissy stroked and rubbed it all over her cheeks, Kate parted Chrissy’s pussy lips and stuck her finger inside. Soon Chrissy was sucking my cock, taking all 8 inches down her throat without a flinch or a gag. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to her expert tongue. I’d forgotten what a great little cocksucker she was. Kate may have had the most remarkable clit and G-spot in the land, but I was sure Chrissy had it all over her in the oral department. I wondered if Kate had ever sucked cock. Just as the thought crossed my mind, I felt a mouth fasten itself to one of my balls and looked down to see Kate sucking it. She still had a finger lodged inside Chrissy’s twat, and with her other hand was strumming her clit like a guitar string. The fever pitch rose, and we moved like one piece of flesh. Kate sucked my balls even harder, as if milking the cum right out of them, and I shot a huge load into Chrissy’s mouth.
Slowly, I withdrew my cock and sat on the bed. Chrissy tumed back to Kate and they kept right on going.
I’d never seen anything like it. They made love for what seemed like hours, their orgasms not an end but a part of one long fluid movement. Kate came so many times I lost count, ejaculating on about half of them. Chrissy had four or five orgasms. At some point, we all took a shower and Kate came just from the pressure of the water on her clit. I jerked off on Kate’s tits and fucked Chrissy while Kate watched. Though she didn‘t seem to be jealous, Kate wouldn’t let me fuck her at all. Chrissy told me it was because she’d had bad experiences with men and I didn’t push it. Hell, I was getting more than I’d ever expected.
We all slept together with Chrissy in the middle, and the next morning I cooked a big breakfast before they set off on their bike. They both kissed and hugged me goodbye and said they’d stop by on their return trip. They’ll be coming through any day now. Meanwhile, I’m watching my favorite video. Even though I know better now, as I stroke my cock and watch the action on the screen, I can’t help but imagine Kate and Chrissy lying at my feet, fighting over who gets to suck on my throbbing cock. A man can still have his fantasies, can’t he?
-Pete R.
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