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1. Creampie
   December 18th, 2005 | 8:38 pm

   “Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Make me cum with your big nigger cock in me.” Like him, I could use foul words I didn’t feel. He loved it that way. I was his slut bitch, giving up my ass for him.

   “You gonna beg white boy?” he asked, pulling his dick out so that I felt it sliding between my cheeks. Damn, I wanted it in me, not on me. Sure I was gonna beg.

   I begged for it, like the tramp I am. I whined like a girl, because I needed it, bad. I whimpered as he stuck his fingers in my mouth, to suck his fingers. I promised to let him cum in my mouth. I would swallow it all, gladly, if only he would put his fat black meat back in me.

   His powerful hand went around my neck, holding my chin up and squeezing. I was completely powerless against his strength, but I gave it up willingly. I trembled, not in fear, but in desire. His other hand guided his condom-covered dick to my well-lubed butt pussy, and he slid in. I gasped, the pleasure of being violated too intense. I would have groaned in pleasure, but I was choking. I could feel his teeth as he smiled against my ear. My ass felt good to him, I knew, and I milked it as he pushed in. I was powerless to resist, but still I had the power to give him the pleasure he deserved.

   He flung me back forward, my face against the pillow. He pulled the pillow out from under me, so that my cheek was on the mattress. Then he leaned his powerful body across my back, pushing his entire magnificent length into my fuckhole. His forearm pressed against the back of my head. He was gonna fuck me hard, deep, like an animal.

   I loved it.

   Immediately, he began to slide his cock in and out with terrific speed and depth. My ass sucked at his dick. My balls ached, not only from need but also from the repeated smacking of his heavier nuts. I was a slut for him who would willingly be fucked hard, and he was using me. That thought, along with the intensely pleasurable rubbing of my prostate, along with the intensely pleasurable feeling of fullness his big dick gave, along with the intensely pleasurable feeling of stretching his size gave my sphincter… well, it all made me begin to cum.

   “Damn, bitch!” he cried, groaning in his own pleasure. My whole ass convulsed and squeezed his wonderful dick. I came a bucket, making a horrible puddle on the mattress. He pressed me forward as he neared his own orgasm, making me lie in the sticky mess I’d made.

   He lasted less than a minute longer, just long enough for me to recover my senses and begin flexing my ass, milking his johnson. Suddenly, he rolled me over, and I took his steaming log in my hands. I frantically pulled off the tight rubber sheath, anxious to have him in my mouth.

   I was aware of his size, and the taste of his dick sweat. He stretched my jaws, bumped against the back of my throat. I hadn’t been able to take all his cock before, but this time he wouldn’t be denied. I had practiced on an inflatable dildo, and I was glad, because he slid into my throat. He was in, trying to deliver his seed right where I wanted it. I wanted to be the best cocksucker he’d ever known, better than his wife is. I let him fuck my mouth.

   He loved my cocksucking, I knew. I loved that he could see that I came with him; the coating of cum on my stomach was all the proof he needed. In the quiet moments after I made him squirt, he would tell me he liked the expression on my face and how I was committed and eager to have his dick in my mouth while he filled it. His wife Bridgette reflexively pulled away, lessening the pleasure right while he was orgasming. As a man, I knew how frustrating that could feel, and besides, I was eager to have his cum in my mouth.

   And so when he came this time, he kept fucking my mouth as it filled with his seed. I couldn’t swallow it, for his meat was jamming in and out of my throat. Even as I fought the gagging feeling, I felt proud to be able to give this beautiful man such pleasure. It was so worth it!

   I watched his face screw up as he found release. His soulful eyes closed, and his neck bulged. He was gorgeous. I began to clean his cum-covered cock, lovingly licking the goo from every crevice. He had cum harder than normal, I thought. His mouth curled into a contented smile, which made me smile in return. He would never love me, but giving him pleasure and watching him enjoy it was enough.

   “Damn, Clem,” he said, his eyes still closed. “You are such a great fuck.”

   I thought of my asshole, still stretched open. I would be loose for hours. “You are too,” I smiled.

   He let me suckle his balls, tasting the sweat and feeling the heat. I sucked at his cock, wishing he would get hard and fuck me some more. But I knew he had to get home to Bridgette. I didn’t complain when he got off me and began to get dressed.

   I watched happily while he covered his gorgeous strong body with his clothes. He glowed with the pleasure I had given him.

   I saw something cross his face, and suddenly I knew fear deep down in my stomach. Not again!

   “We can’t meet again,” he said in that baritone of his.

   “Why?” I said, consciously trying to not sound as hurt and worried as I was. I didn’t want to come across as needy, but I needed him dammit!

   “Because I can’t go on cheatin’ on Bridgette,” he said. “I love her and respect her too much.”

   “She doesn’t give you what I give you,” I pointed out.

   “That’s changing,” he replied. He was buckling his belt now, preparing to leave me. “She is coming around on the idea of swinging, and she is starting to get curious about watching me do another guy.”

   “Then do me!” I said. I was sick inside. Men always left me.

   “Naw, I can’t,” he said. “I gotta make her think it was her idea, and unless you are around at the right time, it’ll be suspicious. Her idea is that we meet another couple, and the first few times she fucks the other girl, and we try to convince the other guy to play with me.”

   I didn’t say anything. It was important to him that he not be queer like I was. I was a toy for him, and satisfied his needs, but he wasn’t gay. He wasn’t even bisexual, really. He was just a guy who had found an easy piece of ass who gave him the nasty sex he desired. With his wife beginning to get OK with the idea, I wasn’t necessary.

   Deep down, I knew the day would come. I had tried to not fall for him, but he was so perfect. He was kind, giving, a wonderful sex partner. He was physically beautiful. He was clean, drug-free, and had his own money. The other guys I had known weren’t that way, at least not all of them. Most were losers, I knew, but I was so lonely that they filled a hole in my soul.

   I had been determined to not let my loneliness make me fall for James. I had tried to focus on the fact that he was using me for his physical pleasure. I had reasoned that he was taking, not giving; he had never touched my dick, had never let me finger his ass, nothing a real lover would allow. But I was only fooling myself, because in truth I loved being the one giving the pleasure; I was the one who liked to suck cock; I was the one who came hardest with a hard dick in my ass. I had been using James as much as he was using me, so that was no reason not to love him.

   We were a perfect match, except I was gay and he was not. He would never be.

   He looked at me, his brown eyes showing that he knew he was hurting me. It was not fun for him. My head had a dull ache, but I hurt all over.

   “Is there nothing I can say?” I asked. He shook his head. I tried a rueful grin, “I don’t suppose you’ll let me suck your cock in your car again?”

   “Clem, we can’t be together anymore. It isn’t right and it is tearing me up inside.” He was talking about cheating on Bridgette, not on the man-man sex that I knew he enjoyed. The side of him I loved was the side that made it impossible for him to be with me.

   I was so miserable. I fought back tears. I couldn’t help it; the man I loved was saying good-bye.

   He took pity then. He was about to leave, but stopped and looked at me. Then he came to the bed, and gently stroked my cheek. He leaned forward and kissed me. He had never kissed me before, and I knew he hadn’t because he didn’t want to feel homosexual. He could fuck me, OK. But kissing was out of the question.

   His kiss wasn’t perfunctory, but an expression of tenderness to me. This strong man showed me his gentle side, the side I loved, and kissed me like I needed to be kissed. His tongue captured me, enthralled me, left me speechless. I had dreamed of his soft lips on mine, and now he was pressing them to me.

   Then he stood while I struggled to remain calm. Oh God, he was leaving.

   “Listen,” he said, “if you can find a woman to team with, I’ll make a try at getting Bridgette to swing with you. If you can seem like a normal couple, we can maybe be together again.” He smiled. “I’d like that, lover.”

   He opened the door then, and walked out. Walked out of my life. Without his being there, I didn’t need to be strong anymore. Sobs of loss and grief overwhelmed me. I cried until I fell asleep.

   The next week was hard. I waited for him to call, to have changed his mind. Our sex was often a matter of him staying late at the office, and my coming over to give him head in his car. He never called. He wouldn’t. I was crushed.

   I toyed with his suggestion. Find a woman? Seem straight? That would be hard. I had never been with a woman, so I didn’t know how. My only experience that was even close was in my freshmen year of college, when I dated Veronica twice. I had kissed her, but when it had been time to ‘do it’, I found I couldn’t. I knew I only wanted men, and screwing a woman to prove something wouldn’t help. I wasn’t being true to myself, and after that I gave up trying to meet other’s expectations. Veronica understood, and encouraged me to come out.

   Women are so great. I just like men more.

   Meanwhile, I was so conflicted. It was like being a teen again, and thinking about my orientation. But I decided that bottom line, I wanted to have any piece of James that I could, however I could. If I had to feign interest in women for a while, I would.

   After making the decision, it became an exercise in planning how to do it. I couldn’t face my gay friends with this, and I knew they wouldn’t support me. So I decided to post a message on line.

   I tried classifieds2000.com, posting a personal for a GM ISO GF. I figured it would be easier to interest a gay woman in the deal, because she’d be sexing Bridgette. I did have a little luck, but when admitted they’d probably have to get fucked by a big-dicked black guy before they got his wife, they declined. So, I tried again, posting a personal for a GM ISO BiFem. I hit paydirt.

   Not only were the women interested in having both sides of a couple (especially with a big-dicked man), but they were intensely interested in why I was doing it. In short, I got a lot of sympathy, and several women became serious candidates. Now it was a matter of picking which one to go with.

   I decided to pick the woman most likely to interest Bridgette. I searched my memory to see if James had ever described what she was looking for. Failing, I wrote down what I knew about her:

   She was white, youngish, pretty.
   She had longish blonde hair that she wore in an updo when they went out. The exception was when she was ready to give up her body. Then she wore it down to let James know she was in sex-mode. If her hair was down, it was pretty likely he was going to get blown in the car. She played his Madonna-whore fantasies like a song.
   She was a shoe collector, and like dressing fashionably.
   She was slim, but with a ‘J Lo’ bubble-butt.
   She liked having her breasts played with. She had decent sized breasts, but bigger nipples.
   She liked getting oral sex, which was a bit of tension for her and James. He didn’t like eating pussy, not that I blamed him.
   She liked slow dancing and long deep kissing.
   Really, it wasn’t much information. I wished I had asked more questions about her, but James had been understandably hesitant to talk about her. I thought that any of the women I was, um, interviewing would work.

   I finally decided on Loretta. Loretta was a pale-skinned redhead. My thinking is that Bridgette would be selecting a woman for James, and I knew he like white girls. Loretta had a very feminine way about her, but she assured me she’d like nothing better than to be between Bridgette’s legs while Bridgette watched her husband with a man.

   It was awkward to meet Loretta for the first time. We had decided that if we were going to have sex with others, we had to have sex together first. So when we met, it was expressly to have sex. That gave the night an unwelcome edge, I felt, even though our first meeting was in a public place. The sex would happen only if we were comfortable, but still there was that tension.

   Loretta was just as her emails described. She was cute, with a full mane of red hair, freckles, and green eyes (enhanced via contacts). She had full red lips, which I knew James would like. Her body was curvy but firm, and I could appreciate how sexy she was. While we had a drink, I noted that most of the men stole glances at her.

   One of Loretta’s finest qualities was her directness. She suggested after one drink that we go back to my place, “so that you can lose your virginity”. I blushed, not having considered myself a virgin for a long time but knowing the veracity of her words. I mentioned a liquor store nearby, and we made a stop to pick up some Bailey’s Irish Cream.

   The awkwardness of our first meeting in the bar was nothing compared to the awkwardness of my living room. I quite literally didn’t know what to do, and that seemed to amuse her quite a lot. She liked her role as sexual instructor, and eased me into a kiss. Compared to James and the other men I’d been with, her kiss was soft and reluctant. She wanted me to initiate the movement, and she followed my lead when I parted my lips to move to a french kiss.

   Kissing her was nice, I decided. The pace was languid, slow, relaxed. We seemed to naturally progress to a more probing, intense kiss when we both felt like we wanted it. I was very pleased when she gently pushed me away, fanning herself and saying “whew!”

   “Was that OK?” I asked, not sure if it was.

   “OK? I think I might have to throw away my panties because they are soaked!” I blushed, because while I had enjoyed the kiss, I hadn’t had the same sexual reaction. She liked my embarrassment, for some reason. She watched my face as she unbuttoned her top. “Watch me undress,” she said softly, “that’s what most guys would do.”

   I tried to focus on her flesh as it was revealed. I think she enjoyed it more than me, because when her bra came off her nipples were red and hard. I stepped up close and presumptuously handled her breasts. She sighed, biting her lip a little. I kissed her again, flicking my thumbs across her hard nipples. Breaking the kiss, I looked her in the eyes, then lowered my mouth to her tits.

   I’d sucked nipples before, but none as big as hers. My tongue flicked over the huge buttons, swirling around them. My lips clamped on them and pulled, which made Loretta groan. It seemed all the standard tricks worked on her, even slight chewing with my teeth.

   “Ooooohhhhhh,” she muttered. “Do you have a bedroom?”

   “Why?” I teased, squeezing her breasts tightly with my hands and kissing her nips. “Do you want to get fucked?” I wanted to use the word, to get accustomed to using it with a woman. I hadn’t any experience using such language with women… did they like it?

   “Oh, hell yeah,” she laughed. “But really I want know if you can kiss my pussy like you just kissed the top part of me.”

   I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. Playfully, I flung her onto the bed and began to disrobe. I watched her face as I removed my clothes. Her expression wasn’t that different than a man’s. It was lust. She arched an eyebrow when she saw I wasn’t fully hard.

   “Don’t I excite you?” she asked.

   “Give me time,” I said, aware that my lack of a total erection had hurt her. She was used to being desired, and I was sure that when she got into the bedroom the men were always ready for insertion. “I’m a virgin,” I smiled, “and I don’t know what to do.”

   She smiled then, remembering that she was showing me what to do. I imagine that part of her thought she was going to cure me of my homosexuality. I was a challenge, and I saw in her face that I was all the more desirable because of it.

   “For instance,” I said, crawling on to the bed. “When I kiss your pussy, should it be like this?” I held her face, gently prying open her mouth, then stabbing my tongue in and out. I was intentionally forceful, ‘taking’ her mouth with mine. “Or,” I said, “should I kiss it like this?” Now I slowly kissed her, gently and sloppily kissing her entire mouth. I tried to be extra slow, supple, and using my entire tongue.

   “Mmmmmm,” she sighed, “a little of both, definitely. Why don’t you start with the last kiss first, and see if you can tell when I would like the first kiss?” Her green eyes flashed at me.

   I decided to remove her clothing for her, which she seemed to like. I was also stalling, because I was a little afraid of confronting her pussy. I’d heard it tasted like rotten fish, and smelled worse. You couldn’t be an adult male without having seen a pussy in a magazine, so I was certain I knew it looked like.

   I pulled off her skirt, which was a simple matter of unzipping a side zipper and pulling it off. Her panties were lacy on top with a soaked cotton crotch. I put both hands on her waistband, and prepared to pull her panties off. I could smell her scent already.

   I slowly tugged off her panties, trying to not look at her sex. She lifted her buns and put her feet together to help me. I pulled them off, over her heels, then reached to take her shoes off. “Leave them on,” she said, “it makes me feel sluttier to fuck with my shoes on.”

   “Do all women feel that way?” I asked, kissing her ankles to delay meeting her cunt.

   “Probably not,” she admitted, “but when in doubt, leave them on. They’re simple enough to kick off if I want them off later.” I nodded. “Now, look,” she said. “Look at my pussy.”

   I turned my gaze towards her crotch as she spread her legs far apart. I was wrong, I hadn’t seen a pussy like this. The ones I’d seen looked like gray fleshy holes, but hers was a bright pink. It looked tight, healthy. Edible. I startled myself by realizing it looked edible, that touching my mouth to it wouldn’t repulse me.

   I settled in, face first, looking intently at her sex. She appeared to shave her pussy, because it was hairless except for a downy tuft above her slit. Up close, I could see it was like a mound, with a vertical crack running through it. An inner set of ‘lips’ poked out of the crack, and these were a very pretty pink color. At the top of the slit was a little button that I realized must be her clitoris.

   I took a sniff at her, prepared to gag. Again, it was not what I expected. It didn’t smell like dead fish; it was a musky odor, obviously a sexual scent. It seemed to reach some receptor cell in my nose, because I found the smell powerfully stimulating.

   “Oh my gawd, you are driving me crazy!” she said. “Touch me or something!” She thought my exploration was teasing, but that wasn’t my intent.

   I moved in and kissed her pussy, surprised at how hot and wet it felt. Kissing a dick is mostly like kissing your arm, but she generated heat and moisture. It didn’t taste bad, and after an initial tentative lick, I began to french kiss her pussy. I found that she responded well to a wet kiss touching her entire crotch, but seemed especially excited when I licked her clitoris. Not knowing any better, I was doing the right thing!

   “Oh fuck yeah,” she moaned as I opened her, licking, sucking, and just testing different touches. I was curious about how she felt inside, so I tried sliding my tongue up her. That released a torrent of scalding hot liquids, which flowing into my mouth like runny cum. There was a great deal of shakes and sighs, which I took to be a Good Thing. Finally, I slid a finger inside as deep as I could. I couldn’t kiss her anywhere else, so I naturally kissed her clit.

   Wow! Loretta grabbed my hair and ground me against her pubes while fucking at my finger. I took the hint and began to work my finger in and out, screwing her soaking wet hole. She got very sloppy, which made me think she might like another finger. She did!

   When she came it was like an anal orgasm. Her pussy squeezed my finger, though not as tight as a toned rump. A big difference is that she got way wetter than even before, bathing my fingers in her flowing juices. I felt really good, making a woman cum on my very first attempt.

   I slid up to lay next to her while she caught her breath. She turned to face me, then began to kiss me. It was a little weird, but I appreciated her gratitude. “You eat pussy pretty well for a virgin,” she giggled. She had a nice giggle, feminine and girlish. She would be a good friend.

   “Thanks,” I smiled at her. “I hope Bridgette thinks so too.”

   “Oh, she will,” Loretta predicted. “But I need to show you another position that she will probably expect you to like. It’s called ‘69′, and that allows you to both to give head to each other at the same time.”

   “I know about ‘69′,” I laughed. “We guys have been known to do it too. I pretty much like it myself!”

   Loretta’s face got red. “Oh. Sorry,” she said.

   “Don’t apologize,” I smiled. “You probably know as little about queer sex as I know about reproductive sex.”

   “‘Reproductive’ sex?” Loretta snickered. “That’s what it is about, isn’t it?” I nodded. “I’ve just never heard it called that before.”

   “Well, forgive me if I don’t call it ‘normal’ sex or ‘regular’ sex,” I said, getting a bit testy. “The way I have sex seems pretty normal to me.”

   “I didn’t mean anything,” she said, afraid she had offended me. Her green eyes searched mine. “Really, I’m in no position to judge other people on their sexual preferences. To most people, I’m not normal for liking sex with both men and women.”

   Oh. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m just used to having people say I am weird for liking what I like.” I hugged her. “Besides, we’re partners, right?”

   She brightened at once, “Right!” She got a very playful look in her eyes. “Partners…” she said, moving her mouth to kiss me. At the same time, her hand traced over my hips, down to my thigh. It was a short trip from there to my cock. Her hand felt very different than a man’s, smaller, thinner, less sure. When I broke the kiss, and rolled her onto her back to gain access to her breasts, she kept a grip on me. A little kissing there, with some sucking too, and we were both getting excited.

   She gave me a shove, hard enough for me to roll onto my back. It was her turn to kiss her way down. It was obvious she liked kissing, and kissing wetly. She stopped to torment my nipples, which felt wonderful combined with her hand slowly squeezing my pecker. I arched my back and let out a groan as she pulled at my nipples with her teeth. The suckling afterwards resulted in a guttural moan that surprised me as much as it pleased Loretta.

   Her mouth reached my cock, and she slid all my length in with a smooth motion. She had a hungry mouth that made me forget she was a woman. I was quickly reminded though, because she moved into the 69 position and presented her pussy to my view and attention. She was juicy as hell, practically dripping on me. So of course I had to clean her, didn’t I?

   After fifteen minutes of slurping at her, and feeling increasingly close to cumming, she stopped and looked at me between her hanging breasts. “There’s something some women like, called ‘facesitting’. Wanna try it?”

   “If you think I should,” I smiled. As she lifted up to a vertical position, she began to slide her sopping wet box over my mouth. She didn’t fool me; this was all about her pleasure, but I was OK with that. Chances were that Bridgette would like doing this, and I did want to try it since I’d heard about it and seen it in bi movies.

   “MMMmmmm, yeeeaaahhhhh,” she moaned, putting her clit right on my tongue. “Do you like it?”

   Her thighs and her needy pussy had me trapped, where giving her pleasure became all I could pay attention to. It was slightly claustrophobic, and her smells were intensified. I actually found it slightly intoxicating, like her pussy was giving off a perfume that hit me sexually.

   A memory flashed across my mind. I recalled one movie I saw, where the woman sat on one guy’s face like Loretta was on mine. The woman held his ankles while another guy slid in and out of his ass with a big veined dick. I let out a low moan, thinking how nice that would be. I felt my cock twitch, and I fought to hold back my orgasm. For a purely sexual event, doing that would be hard to beat.

   Loretta correctly interpreted my response as a favorable one, and slid her pussy up and down my face. Damn. “I think you like it, you big fag,” she panted. I could tell by her tone that she meant it affectionately, so I pulled her tighter down, so that her pussy was pancaked on my mouth and I could drill in and out of her.

   “Shit,” she moaned, abruptly pulling off me. I was about to ask what was wrong, when she turned around to face me, and gripped my cock between her legs. Pointing my dick up, she slid backwards and impaled herself. The look on her face was classic. Her eyes were shut and the corners of her mouth curled up in a smile. Then she opened her eyes and looked down at me. “Now, fuck me, hard.”

   Holy shit, I was fucking a girl!

   I jabbed up into her, feeling her sweaty crotch contact my pubes. Wow, she felt so fluid inside, hot and wet. It was very different than fucking a guy. There was no need to add lube, because she had it in great abundance. I thought about the difference, partially because I wanted to become adept at girl-screwing and I was afraid that if I thought about nothing I would erupt in an orgasm too soon.

   To a large degree, Loretta was fucking me. She was rocking back and forth, the inverse of my movements. Her red hair hung down, forming a waving motion as she moved. When I contacted her hard, the hair shook and shimmered. It was very attractive. Her breasts hung down, moving too but much more ponderously. I found my hands drawn to them, gripping them and squeezing and flicking my thumbs over her hard nipples.

   I was watching her face, her eyes beginning to roll back in their sockets. Then, wham! She opened her mouth to scream, but no noise came out. At the same time, her pussy clamped down on my cock, gripping me like a nice tight ass would. It felt so good that I began to cum myself, squirting my cum deep inside Loretta. I added a lot of moisture to her living cave, let me tell you.

   She collapsed on top of me, her body heaving with mine as we fought for breath. She propped herself up on her hands though as I shrunk, and asked, “Do you want to do what the best lovers do?”

   “What’s that?” I asked.

   “Go down and suck your cum out,” she said. “The good guys always do that.”

   “They do?” I asked. I’d never seen it in a movie, or heard of it from my bi friends.

   “They do,” she emphasized. “Do it quick and I’ll cum again.” To encourage me, she rolled off me and onto her back, lifting her legs up and covering her pussy with her hand. Her fingers began to rub her clit as I rolled on top and slid down.

   Her pussy was amazing to see. It was open, having become accustomed to my cock. I could look into her, and see her pink insides coated with her juices and mine. I really wanted to be a good lover… needed to be to have a chance to be with James, so I wanted Loretta to cum as much as she could. I stuck my tongue in, finding that our juices were musky and pungent when mixed.

   I was unprepared for Loretta’s reaction when I began eating her. True to her word, she began to get revved up, gripping the mattress beneath her hard while she shook. She cooed out nasty phrases, encouraging me to eat her “cum-filled pussy.” I saw the white cream of my sperm welling up, and inserted a finger into her to coat it, then I coated her clit before sucking it. She came, her entire lower torso convulsing, and the goo was squeezed out like toothpaste. Of course, I just kept eating her, trying to keep her orgasm going. Suddenly, she pushed my face back and laid there, quivering.

   “Did I hurt you?” I asked, concerned at her reaction.

   She breathed deeply for a few minutes, then began to giggle. “Hurt me?” she giggled. “Lord, no. That was amazing!”

   “Really?” I asked. Hell, I didn’t know any better.

   “Are you sure you don’t want a girlfriend?” she smiled, her eyes closed.

   It was my turn to laugh. “I am really sure!” I sat up and rubbed her leg. “But thanks for being a good teacher.”

   Loretta spent the night, and we had sex a few more times. She had not enjoyed anal sex before, but she told me she wanted to try it with an expert. I was hardly an expert, since my preference was to receive the bone, but she didn’t seem to know that. I just took it slow, lubing her up well, and I took my time. She didn’t cum while I assfucked her, but she said she did enjoy it and wasn’t as afraid of it. For me, it was nice to remember the difference between a tight asshole and Loretta’s well-trained, sloppy wet pussy.

   She woke me in the morning by sucking me off. At my urging, she fingered my asshole, which sped me to a nice morning orgasm. I returned the favor by kissing her pussy and sucking her clit until she came. After we showered together, she left.

   Watching her leave, I felt so dirty. I had betrayed my own sexuality by being with Loretta. I had entered the deal knowing I would be using her to achieve my own ends, which made me guilty. I was a giver, not a taker. Now, I also had to contend with the fact that I had enjoyed it and that confused me. I felt creepy, slimy, and dirty. I took another shower, but it didn’t help much.

   Before I went to the office, I sent off an email to the secret account James had created for his cheatin’ alter ego. I let him know that I had found a swing partner I thought he and Bridgette would like, and asked if he wanted to get together as two couples. Uncharacteristically, there was no reply by lunchtime. I knew email wasn’t going to work when there wasn’t a reply by the time I went to bed.

   James had said he was leaving the unfaithful side behind, and that meant his email too. He had disconnected from the man I loved. He had totally left me. I had promised myself that I wouldn’t cry anymore, but I broke the promise. I felt more alone than ever before, and it just hurt. My sobs finally turned into fitful sleep in the darkest hours of the night.

   The next morning I knew I would have to call him. I wasn’t supposed to, and he had always called me at work when he needed his cock sucked or he needed me to give up some tail. I knew his number at work, but I hadn’t called him because I knew the rules.

   I called my office to say I had a doctor’s appointment, but really I just wanted privacy while I talked to him. I picked up the phone several times, and put it back down as I struggled whether I should call or not. I felt so conflicted! What if he got angry when I called, and wasn’t at all happy to hear from me? What if he was as torn up over me as I was over him, had wanted to call but his desire to heal emotionally was stronger?

   Finally, I dialed his number in a rush before I could chicken out. He picked up on the second ring. Oh God.

   “Hello, James Madison speaking,” said he, his deep voice making my face blush.

   “Hi James. This is Clem,” I said. There was a bit of silence, and I could picture his pretty face in a frown. “I know I am not supposed to call, and I haven’t. But, you didn’t answer your email and I wanted to share some good news.”

   “What? Are you getting married?” he asked. I could hear the mirth in his voice.

   “Well, almost,” I replied. “I got a girlfriend that I think you and your wife might enjoy.”

   “A girlfriend?” he asked. “As in, a girl?”

   “Yes, a girl,” I smiled. “You said you thought we might party together if I could make it seem… normal.”

   “Ah, well, yes,” he cleared his throat. He was quiet for some time, which made me very nervous. “Listen, this isn’t a good time. How about I call you from my mobile at lunch today?”

   “How about I meet you for lunch to satisfy some of your appetite?” I countered.

   “I am meeting my wife for lunch,” he stated flatly.

   “Shit, I’m sorry, I…” I tried to apologize for being so forward.

   “It’s OK,” he said brusquely. “I’ll call you around 1:30 or so, on the way back from lunch. You’ll be at the office?”

   “Yeah,” I confirmed, and soon detected dialtone in my ear.

   I was at my desk when he called at 1:20. “Clem? James,” he said in his usual manner. The connection, provided by Sprint POS (piece of shit) was typically crappy. “So you got a girl? For me?”

   “Well, I got her so that I could be with you,” I said. Did he think I was pimping now?

   “Anyways, your timing is great,” James said. “I was just with Bridgette, and she” something something something “this Saturday night.” The POS network sucked, and I didn’t hear what he said.

   “Can you say that again? You were breaking up.”

   “I said,” he said with that tone that made it clear that I was to blame for the shitty cellphone connection, “that I was just with Bridgette. She just agreed we are going to Wishes Saturday night.”

   “Really?” I said, wondering what the hell Wishes was. I didn’t want to let him know I was dumb, though. I hoped my voice sounded excited enough.

   “Yeah! I came home and she was all over the bone! Then she tells me why and orders me to dump a load in her! She is hot about it!”

   I was really jealous. But, I said, “That’s really good news! Saturday, when?”

   “I don’t know,” he said. “Evening some time.”

   “OK.”

   “Here’s the thing, she” something “sure she wants to do anything. She wants to go slow and see if the reality is as good as the fantasy. Understand?”

   “Yeah, I do,” I admitted. “I hope it is.” I didn’t add ‘for our sake’. If she tried it out and thought it too much or not fun, I would never get to be with James.

   “So take it slow and do lots of talking and we’ll hope she likes it, OK?”

   “Sure!” I enthused, for his benefit.

   “Great! See you Saturday.”

   Hanging up, I called Loretta to ask if she knew where Wishes was, or even what it was. She knew it was a swinger’s club, but little else. She reserved both Friday and Saturday night to be with me. Friday was to be another practice session. I wasn’t too enthused about that. I still felt guilty and dirty for the pleasure I had found with her.

   I surfed the net and with the clues Loretta had given me, I found out about Wishes. It was indeed a swing club, and had rules that would be unfathomable unless you understood about swinging (which I did not). I decided to not learn anything more besides the location and operating hours. I didn’t want to seem too different than Bridgette and James; if I was a know-it-all I thought I could scare Bridgette off.

   Loretta came over Friday, bringing Chinese food with her. I struggled through the night with her, reminding myself over and over that I was doing it to be with James. I ate, she sucked, we fucked, and I ate again. In between, she pulled out women’s magazines to discuss a new hairstyle with me. As if all gay guys know about women’s makeup and hair! Rather than be offended by her stereotype, I decided to be helpful and understanding. She appreciated it, and then we sucked, fucked, and ate again (in that order).

   In the morning, we decided to spend the day together. By afternoon, my throat was almost raw from talking so much. We went to Loretta’s place so that she could get dressed and made up properly.

   Part of the preparation involved shaving her pussy. Loretta wanted me to watch her do it, which I thought was counterproductive. Almost immediately, her clit got erect and became a target for the razor. When she was smooth, she asked breathlessly if I wouldn’t mind making her cum.

   “MMMmm, I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I replied. “It’ll be better if you are a horny little mink,” I explained.

   “You’re probably right, dammit,” she smiled. “If his dick is as big as you say…” she said, but I didn’t hear the rest.

   I was thinking of James, and his massive dick. Only he had made me feel really full. Only James and his swantz strained my ability to deepthroat. Only James was so tender, while he was powerful enough to tear me in two. Only James. My mind flashed on his soft lips and his deep kiss. Oh God.

   “Are you OK?” Loretta asked.

   “Yes,” I said, determined to not sniff. Tonite I would get my chance to be with him again, and I was not going to blow it by crying and getting my eyes red. “Do you want me to help you get dressed?” I said to her, wanting to do something to take James off my mind.

   “That would be nice,” she said. Together, we finalized her outfit. An emerald green mini dress, thigh high stockings, fuck me heels, and a tiny cotton thong. Of it all, the stockings amazed me the most. They went up to just above the hem of her skirt, and stayed up by themselves due to a wide band of elastic. Amazing.

   We also collaborated on her hair. I had mentioned that Bridgette wore her hair up until she became a slut, and Loretta suggested that she also wear her hair up. She pulled her hair back in a huge bear-trap clip, and let it cascade down in curls. It was rather fetching. Soft and feminine, and she could let it down in an instant to signal that she too was going to be a creature for sex.

   “You look great,” I told her. She did.

   “You do too,” she said, “but thanks for the compliment.” She kissed me on the cheek, which made my cheek feel surprisingly warm. I blushed, for who knows what reason.

   We went to Wishes, arriving there around 8:00. The bouncer looked us over carefully, commenting that we weren’t regulars. We agreed, and asked if there was anything he thought we should know. “No lewd conduct, OK? But have fun,” he told us. We took a seat near the dance floor, and I got us light drinks. Neither of us needed to be drunk.

   We looked around, and saw that the place was not very full. I decided it was early. Loretta and I occupied ourselves by looking at the other couples, getting amused when we both liked the same guys.

   The DJ played “I Love The Way You Love Me,” by John Michael Montgomery. It’s a great slow country song, and I saw Loretta glance at me once. I thought it was rather wistful, so I asked if she wanted to dance. She did.

   It had been a very long time since I had slow danced. I found that it mostly involved holding Loretta closely, and letting her sway us around in a circle. Standing close, I could get a deep breath of her intoxicating perfume, and my face was buried in her hair. It felt like highschool, which was the last time I thought I was straight. I knew I was getting sentimental, and when the music changed to “Best of Intentions” by Travis Tritt, I led us off the floor with the excuse that I had to pee.

   When I got back, Loretta was on the floor with another man, and another woman was seated at our table.

   “Hello,” she said. “I’m Carlene, and that’s my Darryl dancing with your date.” She held out her hand to shake.

   “Hi, I’m Clem and that is Loretta,” I replied.

   “Nice to meet you,” Carlene said. “Darryl and I thought you were a handsome couple, and he wanted to dance with Loretta.”

   “Would you be hurt if we just sat here?” I asked. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but I had worked up enough straightness to dance with Loretta; Carlene scared me with her powerful sensuality.

   “Does it bother you that Darryl is dancing with Loretta?” she asked. She looked out where the two were dancing, and I looked too. It seemed that Loretta was pointedly not looking at our table.

   “Not a bit,” I lied.

   “Well, I know you two are new here, so I will explain one rule.” She had a stern tone. “Rule Number One is that you are never under any obligation to find someone attractive.” She shrugged. “If you don’t find me your type, that’s perfectly OK. Darryl likes redheads, and Loretta is very pretty. But I don’t think she is too enamored of him, so I’ll go cut in and let her escape.”

   “Why don’t you think she likes him?” I asked as Carlene stood.

   “Because she’s not looking over here. Just be aware she may not like anyone tonight,” Carlene said. “We girls have a sixth sense about these things.”

   True to her word, she went over and cuts in, dancing away with Darryl and letting Loretta come back to the table. Not knowing what to say, I didn’t say anything and neither did Loretta. Rather than sit in awkward silence, I went to get us a couple more drinks.

   I was paying when I saw James and Bridgette come in. James was in Dockers, a golf shirt, and a jacket. He was stunning. Bridgette was in a floral dress (not very becoming). As I suspected, she thought this was an exploratory trip: her hair was up so she thought she wasn’t going to be a sexpot tonight.

   I tried not to stare on the way back to the table. I whispered to Loretta about Their arrival, and she turned to look. “They’re both good looking,” she commented. “I can see why you like him,” she said, taking a drink, “he’s very handsome. And what a package!” I could almost imagine the look she’d given his package. They sat where Loretta could see them without making it obvious.

   Now it was a strategic time. If we went over too early, we could be seen as pushy. Wait too long, and we could lose them to a more aggressive couple. “Let them get comfortable,” Loretta suggested. Meanwhile, we sipped out drinks and looked at the other couples.

   Loretta amused herself by pointing out which men I might like. When I got tired of her bad choices, I asked her to dance. It was a faster, no-touch dance. So was the next, but the third was “Without You” by the Dixie Chicks, a medium-speed song that invited flirty touches while dancing. Loretta insisted on singing, doing a decent job.

   Without you I’m not OK
   without you I’ve lost my way
   My heart’s stuck in second place….
   Without you!

   I decided to sit, and Loretta followed affectionately behind, holding my hand like a couple would. We no sooner had seated, than Sara Evans’ song “I Could Not Ask For More” played. I was glad we weren’t dancing, because I had decided that it was James and my song. I sang it softly, feeling melancholy. It got worse when I looked up to see James holding Bridgette close on the dance floor.

   “You have a great voice,” Loretta said.

   I looked at James, feeling sad. “Thank you,” I said, now feeling blue.

   As the song ended, and a faster one started, Loretta took my hand and pulled me to my feet. “Its time, lover,” she said. She led me to the dance floor, and we spun to Kenny Chesney. She whispered in my ear, “Ask them if we can trade.”

   Gulping, I did that when we drew close. “Can we switch?” I asked breezily. Bridgette checked me out, and looked to James, who nodded subtly.

   “OK,” she said, and off we went together. The song was fast, and I am not a bad dancer. After the song, we danced another, which was also fast. Afterwards Bridgette complained that she was winded, and I offered our table. Bridgette looked over at James, who was dancing too closely with Loretta (atta girl!), then agreed.

   I offered to buy her a drink, which she accepted. The place was getting more crowded, and rather than leave her alone I flagged down a waitress. Then I turned to Bridgette, and gave her broad smile. “Hi, I’m Clem,” I said.

   “Bridgette,” she said. “That’s my husband Jim,” she pointed to James. The diminutive version of his name surprised me. I always called him James and he never offered ‘Jim’ as short version.

   “That’s Loretta he’s dancing with,” I said. “Do you come here often?”

   “This is our first time,” she said.

   “Ours too,” I agreed. “What do you think about it?”

   “Well, I didn’t know what to expect, but I guess I expected something seedier,” she said as the drinks arrived. “Thanks,” she said, offering her glass to be clinked.

   Clink! “I know what you mean,” I agreed. “But I suppose it is early. There’s plenty of time for it to be seedy,” I laughed.

   We chatted aimlessly for a while. It was pretty obvious that she was waiting for James to come back. I wondered how open she really was about this swinging stuff.

   James came back, leading a smiling and sweaty Loretta. He peeled off his jacket, and slung it over his shoulder. “Hi,” he said, “I’m Jim.”

   “Clem,” I replied, taking his pro-offered hand. We talked small talk for a while, before he excused them to return to their own table.

   “He knew just who I was and why I was here,” Loretta explained. “He wanted us to dance long enough for Bridgette to talk to you and get the impression Jim was interested in me.”

   “I see,” I commented. I didn’t think the strategy was very effective, because Bridgette seemed jealous.

   We talked for a while, and danced some more both together and with others. As the night went on, we both got groped a lot more. Loretta was often asked to dance by women, and reported afterward that the women were the most ‘touchy’. One woman arranged to meet her in the ladies room, where they spent ten minutes in a stall kissing passionately.

   “I am fucking horny,” Loretta announced when she returned. “I hate to tell you this, gay boy, but I’m going home with someone even if the it isn’t Jim and Bridgette.” As if to emphasize her point, she handed me her panties. They were soaked with her juices, and I also noted that she was now pantiless.

   Around midnight, Loretta dragged us over to Jim and Bridgette’s table to have us dance with them. Jim practically shoved Bridgette onto me, before dragging Loretta off to the floor. I wondered how long it would take for him to determine she wasn’t wearing panties.

   I led Bridgette to the floor ten paces behind Loretta, but I noticed quickly that she wasn’t into it. I asked if she wanted to sit, and so we went back to her table.

   “What’s the matter?” I asked, “the place not working out?”

   “No,” she said, sipping her drink. “It’s just that I don’t know if I am ready to see Jim with someone else.”

   “Oh,” I laughed, feigning relief. “I thought you didn’t like me.”

   “No, you are a nice guy. Sexy, too,” she said, blushing. Me? Sexy? “But the idea of my Jim with someone…”

   “I know what you mean,” I commiserated. “Loretta wants to experience more than I feel ready for. So we agreed to something before we came here. Maybe it’ll work for you.”

   “What?” she asked. I sensed she was curious, but also relieved that someone else was as reluctant as she was.

   “Well, tonite we’ll only go as far as same room sex,” I said. I saw she didn’t understand, so I explained. “If things work out, we’ll have sex with another couple in the same room. We can watch each other, so it’ll be kinky and we can see if we have the same… tastes. But we’ll still be only with our partner. If shit happens, we’ll still be monogamous and won’t have to live with the memories that we screwed other people. If it does work out, next time we’ll swap partners or something, but this time we’ll have a trial and see if it is what we want to do.”

   “That’s a pretty good idea!” she smiled. “You’re pretty smart!”

   Well, to make a long story short, Jim agreed to the idea. I got the impression he was disappointed to not get his dick working with another girl, but he was smart enough to take the longterm approach. It was Bridgette’s idea that our two couples get together, and around 1:30 we were back at my place since I was closest to Wishes. We were in the living room, since the bedroom was too small for both couples. We spread out blankets and quilts, and started to kiss.

   It was very exciting to disrobe in front of each other. I watched as Bridgette let her hair down, and saw the sly smile on James’ face. The rest of her clothes came off, and could detect her feminine scent. Then Loretta stripped to only shoes, rubbing her hands all over her body, and feeding me her juice-covered fingers to clean. James and I stripped at the same time, and I looked at Bridgette’s eyes as she checked out my normal-sized package. After James, I was tiny.

   I thought it interesting to see how the couples warmed up. I went down on Loretta, while Bridgette worked to get James hard. Loretta guided us into a 69, sucking my entire cock into her mouth. She disengaged to comment to them “that looks so nice.” I pushed her rump up so I could see; James was already entering Bridgette. She winked at me!

   I was surprised when Loretta starting sliding her cunt over my mouth. I recognized the signs of her impending orgasm, and worked at her clit. She sat up to focus on herself, and came soon after. She was hot tonite!

   Loretta then mounted my prick, making sure she rubbed her pubes against mine. She spoke to Bridgette, asking if such a big cock felt really good, and Bridgette openly admitted that being full of James was a total pleasure. “He rubs my entire insides,” she enthused.

   “Clem is great,” Loretta commented, defending me. “I’ve never had such an all-around lover,” she continued. She leaned down and kissed me. I found myself responding to her kisses. They no longer seemed so strange, and I found the emotions she conveyed to be appealing. She kissed me because she liked me, and not just for physical pleasure.

   My attention was drawn to James and Bridgette, because she was turning over onto her hands and knees. She dropped onto her chest, leaving her ass high. My position. Her face was turned to me, and I found her facial expressions sexy as he fucked her.

   Loretta dropped her mouth to my ear. “Cum in me,” she said.

   “What?” I asked, surprised at her comments.

   “Cum in me, now. Then make me cum… I need to cum again,” she said.

   I let my mind drift, looking at Bridgette as she was taking Jame’s cock. I thought about how nice it felt with him inside. How good his stamina was. How it felt to have my ass stretched obscenely open, his balls slapping against mine as he filled me again and again.

   My mind drifted back, and I thought about my cock. How it was being gripped by a wet pussy. How I should be disgusted to be inside a woman, of all people, and how I wasn’t disgusted. She was wet, and hot. Her naked body was on mine. She was kissing me.

   I came. Wow, and it was a nice big load. I arched my back, determined to push in as far as I could. I felt her juices dripping over my nuts as I filled her with my own juices.

   I sank back, wiped out. But there was no rest. Loretta waited for me to open my eyes, then took that as her cue to lift off and plop her gooey snatch on my face. I drove my tongue in, recalling how disgusted I was at first to eat her afterwards. Now I liked it.

   “Oh my God!” I heard Bridgette exclaim. “Did he cum in you?!”

   “MMMMMMMMM, yeah,” Loretta purred. “And now he is cleaning me out.”

   “Holy SHIT!” I could almost hear the shocked excitement in Bridgette’s voice.

   “It feels sooooo gooo–” Loretta said, interrupting herself by starting to cum. My mouth and tongue were again bathed in slime. “Oh! Fuck!” Loretta continued, shouting it loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

   When she was done, we laid together and watched Bridgette and James finish. For the coup de grace, she climbed on top and slid up and down his cock. I whispered to Loretta that I bet he tasted great, and she whispered back her agreement.

   Oddly, I didn’t see her cum until James had emptied inside her. Then, her fingers flew over her clit until she struggled to an orgasm. She fell back, James still inside her pussy. He popped out soon, and I could see his cum leaking out of her gaping cavern.

   Loretta gripped my cock, stroking it softly as if she wanted me hard. I tried to imagine which of them she wanted more, James or Bridgette. I watched them, waiting for James to go down and clean up after himself. He didn’t move and I came to realize he wasn’t going to. I thought most caring men did that. Didn’t they? Didn’t James care?

   Abruptly, Loretta let go of me and struggled to her feet. “Anyone want a drink?” she asked. I said I did, and James did too. Bridgette got up, offering to help, and off they both went into the kitchen.

   James and I looked at each other. He seemed embarrassed, and finally asked, “what didya do that shit for?”

   “What?” I asked, defensive and confused. “Anything I’ve done, I’ve done for you,” I said in a low voice.

   “Why in sam hell did you fuck that girl, dump a load in her, then eat it back out?!”

   “Why?” I said, wondering if he was serious. “Loretta told me all the good guys do it.”

   “She was fucking with you!” James said. “No guy I know has ever done that! And now, you’ve put another fucking idea in Bridgette’s head!” I was amazed, and it kinda fell into place. Bridgette’s amazed reaction when I went down on Loretta was because she’d never seen it either.

   “Look, I didn’t know,” I apologized, rather lamely. I especially didn’t want to piss off James, as it appeared I had. “I’m sorry.”

   James lost his fire. “It’s alright,” he said. “Just stick to fucking chicks from now on. None of this funny white swishy boy shit.” He ended with an affectionate smile that made me melt inside.

   He and I laid there, not saying much, until it occurred to us that the girls had been gone way too long. “I wonder what they’re up to,” James stated.

   We got up and snuck to peek in the kitchen. As we suspected, they were doing more than fixing drinks. Loretta and Bridgette were kissing passionately, their mouths open and lips locked. Their hands were caressing arms and hips and necks. As we watched, Bridgette stepped back and reached up to let her hair down. James elbowed me in the ribs; Bridgette was cutting loose. Loretta’s was already down. He walked in, and cleared his throat.

   “Just what is going on in here?” he demanded in a mock-serious voice.

   “We figured that since you boys weren’t paying attention to us, we’d pay attention to each other,” Loretta explained. Bridgette gave an emphatic nod in agreement.

   “Well, we’re here now,” I smiled, offering to help.

   “Good,” Bridgette answered. “Then you are in time to watch.” She turned and caressed Loretta’s cheek. “Shall we?”

   “MMMMmmmm, we shall,” Loretta smiled. She stepped into Bridgette, pressing her against the counter. Then she planted her lips on Bridgette’s and started a five-minute kiss. James and I squirmed, forced to watch as their hands got increasingly bold. I glanced down at James cock, and saw that he was slowly milking it back to full size. I kept stealing glances as it got harder and harder, wishing I could touch him but knowing it was too soon.

   “Hey, babe,” he said to Bridgette, “why don’t you let her sit on the counter and kiss her a little lower.”

   Bridgette’s eyes danced when she turned to look at us. “I bet you’d like watching that,” she purred. “What will you do while I eat my first pussy?” she said.

   I knew what I wanted to do, but I let James answer. “I think I’ll see how wet you get with my moisture meter,” he laughed, waving his gorgeous meat at her.

   “Mmmm, yeahhh,” she smiled. She was fucking hot! “And if you cum,” she continued, “are you gonna suck it out of me?”

   James turned and gave me a hard look. “Naw, but if you want I’ll let this dude do it.” He jerked a thumb at me.

   She looked a little disappointed, but just a little. She had Loretta take her place against the counter, and they kissed briefly. Then Loretta hopped up on the counter, and put her feet on the edge, her knees spread wide. She cooed and coaxed Bridgette, offering her encouragement as Bridgette moved her mouth slowly closer. She kissed up Loretta’s thighs, and then she was There. Loretta tossed her head back with a gasp when Bridgette began to lick her pussy.

   “Oh, yeah baby… do you like it?” Bridgette asked, making a few quick flicks over Loretta’s clit. Apparently, ‘hot talk’ was part of Bridgette’s ‘bad girl’ persona. I kinda wished she hadn’t learned it all from bad porn flicks. Bridgette and Loretta had a small dialogue while Bridgette learned what felt good to Loretta.

   Their dialogue ended when James stepped up to Bridgette’s pussy, fingering it in preparation to filling her. For my part, I wished I could just suck him as he fucked her. That gave me an idea.

   Before James was finished finger fucking her, I moved to pull Bridgette’s shoulder back to make her stand up. Quickly, I sucked her nipples but I was intent on sliding to my knees and placing my tongue on her pussy. She didn’t seem as wet as Loretta got, but her pussy lips hung like a bright pink tortilla folded in half. She pressed her cunt to my mouth, and I found she tasted stronger than Loretta. Unpleasantly so, nearly pungent. I fought my gag reflex, remembering that I would have a front row seat for James fucking her.

   Then, he was there. His big chocolate cock, even meatier than I had remembered. “Oh God,” Bridgette moaned, “keep licking me while he puts it in!” As if I was going to do anything else! His fat head pressed between her hanging lips, taking one of them with him. Her odor increased as she was opened, and I closed my eyes to focus on what I was doing lest I get repulsed.

   The angle of her torso changed, and I knew she was back to eating Loretta. Her crotch rocked back and forth as James pushed in and out, and I found it was surprisingly hard to keep my mouth on her. Especially since I really wanted to have my mouth on James!

   Every now and then James would pull out. I would move up to swirl my tongue round and round her gaping, steamy hole. Her juices were really flowing now, the acrid fluids dripping like a leaky faucet. Loretta was juicier, but she was also less bitter, and I found it more fun than sucking Bridgette. But that didn’t stop me from trying to be the best cunnilinguist Bridgette had ever had; I wanted her to want me there, where I could have a chance to ‘accidentally’ suck on James.

   Eventually, Bridgette stood up, and James pulled out leaving her fuckhole wide open. “I’m getting a back cramp,” she smiled. “I don’t know how they do this in porn films.”

   “Why don’t we go to the bedroom where we can be comfortable?” Loretta suggested.

   Loretta and Bridgette actually had made drinks, which they downed before walking hadn-in-hand to the bedroom. They left us in the kitchen to make our own drinks. We quickly fixed them, hurrying so as to not let the women be by themselves too much.

   But the opportunity was too good. “James,” I said peeking around the corner to see if the girls had snuck back, “can I have just one quick taste of your cock?”

   He paused. “OK, but just for a minute,” he agreed.

   I immediately dropped to my knees and began to worship his beautiful prick. His cock had Bridgette’s juices dried on, making it slightly sticky. I lathered him up, then bobbed up and down. He was even bigger than I remembered. I could only get half of him in my mouth; I was out of practice. It was glorious, having his veined meat in my mouth, where it belonged.

   “I’ve missed your mouth, white boy,” he said softly, beginning to fuck my face. “You are one good cocksucker,” he said, forcing more of his dick in my maw. “I hope this works out with Bridgette, because it’d be nice to get deepthroated again.”

   Bridgette could never give him what I could.

   One last pump, and he pushed into my throat. Wow, it abraded my epiglottis, but I felt like the slut of old. I felt so fulfilled, again. But he immediately pulled all the way out, leaving a string of saliva to my lips. It seemed like he had wanted to prove his dominance, to force his cock on a willing whore mouth, and he had. Now he didn’t need me. The thought struck me like a lightning bolt, and I suddenly felt a new emotion: cheap. I felt cheap, used. Dirty.

   Shit.

   “Come on, cocksucker, let’s join the chicks.” Suddenly what I had thought of as a term of endearment sounded like a put down.

   I was confused.

   We went to the bedroom, finding the girls in a 69, Loretta on top. As we entered, she sat up and began to hump at Bridgette’s mouth. “Fuck!” she cried out, “eat me! Eat my pussy and make me cum!” I could hear Bridgette’s moans as she sucked and licked–generally slurping–at Loretta. Loretta cums easily and often, and did then as Bridgette ate her.

   Loretta fell off Bridgette’s wet face, and James stepped up to push his cock immediately inside his smiling wife. She was so happy to have made Loretta cum. Now she needed to be fucked, and James was just the man to fuck her well.

   Loretta struggled to move over and kiss Bridgette in a doggy position. She licked Bridgette’s face clean of her juices, then they started tongue kissing. I took the opportunity to bury myself inside Loretta. I found the vision of the two women kissing so fervently to be a turn on.

   I even found Loretta’s hot wet insides to be comfortable and pleasurable. It didn’t seem so strange to be fucking a woman anymore, and I actually enjoyed it. I pumped in and out vigorously, listening to them kiss and hearing Loretta’s or Bridgette’s occasional coo of pleasure.

   I was determined to outlast James. I did pretty well, thinking about how abnormal it was to fuck a woman in order to keep myself calm. But the truth is that it did feel pretty damn good. And watching James’ big black cock piston in and out of his white bride’s pink cunt was sexy as hell. But feeling Loretta cum on my cock was the final straw. She grabbed at me tightly, calling out “fuck me dammit” between mouth munches with Bridgette. I pumped hard at her as she came, then I found myself cumming into her convulsing pussy. “Oh yeah, cum baby,” she panted, as if she could feel my cock squirting into her.

   Loretta didn’t take long to recover, but slide down to suck Bridgette’s nipples. My softened cock slid out, and I again moved down to eat my cum from her. Honestly, it was now my favorite part of the sex act, especially now that James pointed out that it was unusual. I liked the taboo of it, how nasty it was. I liked eating the sloppy hot wetness of Loretta’s just-fucked pussy, and mixed flavors. It was strongly female tasting, but as strongly male tasting. Perfect.

   I felt a hand on Loretta’s hip, and saw it was Bridgette trying to get Loretta into a 69. Of course, Loretta complied and went down to suck at Bridgette’s clit while James fucked her ever faster. So I was there, lapping at Loretta’s gooey hole, looking down occasionally at Bridgette’s staring eyes.

   I stuck my tongue in deep, coating it with the cummy mix. I pulled out and offered it to Bridgette, who pulled my face to hers. She literally sucked at my tongue, trying to get the flavor off me. I did it over and over, prying Loretta’s hole open with my fingers to spot the escaping whitish fluid. She groaned, especially when I paused to tongue kiss the ever more-excited Bridgette. Finally, true to form, Loretta came again. Bridgette stared at the burping pussy as it oozed out the final dregs of my sperm. This I wiped with my fingers and fed to her directly.

   She closed her eyes and came. Whether it was eating creampie, or Loretta’s clitoral attention, or James’ hard fucking, I don’t know. In contrast to Loretta’s easy orgasms, Bridgette’s looked like it was hard, maybe painful, but a total release. She came for a long time, I thought, then slumped back like she was exhausted. James fucked her for another minute, then came himself. I considered going down to clean out the cum from Bridgette, but I couldn’t face her stinky pussy. It went to waste.

   All four of us laid on the bed together as James and Bridgette recovered. It was strange, but I suddenly wanted them gone. I’d never felt the desire to kick out a lover, but I did then. I looked at the clock: 2:57. I was glad when they stirred at 3:19, and announced it was time to go.

   We made plans to meet at Wishes the following weekend. I gave a quick kiss to Bridgette, feeling weird about it even though I had just been kissing her with a cum-coated tongue. I felt totally weird watching James practically devouring Loretta. I identified the emotion as jealousy, but was I jealous of Loretta because she was kissing James so passionately, or James because Loretta was kissing him so passionately?

   “Can you stay to sleep with me?” I asked Loretta, not making any presumptions. I was startled to realize how much I wanted her to sleep with me.

   Loretta gave me a brilliant smile, as if my offer was the greatest compliment she’d ever been paid. “Sure, baby,” she agreed. We walked hand-in-hand back to the bed, and flopped down on it. It sure felt nice to have Loretta’s curvy body snuggling up to mine as I drifted off to sleep.

   The next morning we did the post-game analysis. Over omelets, we talked over our favorite and least-favorite things. For me, the best thing was eating Loretta’s cummy cunt and feeding it to the eager Bridgette. The worst was eating Bridgette’s acrid pussy. Loretta’s favor

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