Early April

Damn, Sharon was fun. But I did have the understandable hankering for other women. As Bill Maher says, "Show me the most beautiful girl in the world, and I'll show you someone who's tired of fucking her." Not that I was tired of fucking her, but as a man, I felt the urge to fuck others as well. And Sharon, being a good little bisexual girl let me take other girls to bed with us. Since Julie there had been two more, one more for her. That last girl was a big shrimper, and although I'll do anything for a beautiful girl, sucking a girl's toes isn't my favorite activity and I'd only done it a couple of times. That last girl tongued her feet up something powerful.

So it was all fun and games until Shelly came along. Not that Shelly wasn't fun and games. Oh fuck, just listen.

I had been eyeing beautiful Shelly for a while. She was perfect- perfect face, nice breasts, well-curved ass, blond... (yes, I usually prefer brunettes or redheads, but I'm just describing her) -so she was perfect. But she didn't like girls. So there was no way of getting her and keeping Sharon. But I didn't care because I loved Sharon so much, I didn't need Shelly. Or so I thought.

I was talking to Shelly one day about some shit, I don't remember what it was, but I remember she said, "Wait, I tell you the rest after I piss," and she rose to go to the loo. Half-joking and slightly hopeful, I said, "Aw, you can't leave me in suspense!" and she responded, "Okay, I'll tell you the rest while I go."

So there was no reason to pay attention as she took me into the girls' room and finished telling me the story while she peed. While she was wiping, I just told her, "Damn, you're sexy." She just giggled. She might've thought I was kidding.

I talked to her on the toilet a few times that week and towards the end of the week she told me, "Uh, you might not wanna be in here..."

"Why's that?" I asked, praying for the right answer.

"I gotta poop." Correct.

"That's okay, I don't mind," I said. I imagine my hands would've been shaking if they weren't in my pockets.

"Good," she said as she blasted ass, "because Todd did the funniest thing today." My eyes became watery as I beheld the wonder before me. A perfect ten shitting in front of me as if it were nothing. I had to have her. I began frenching her and she was surprised at first, but she frenched back. I listened to her breathing to tell when she was pushing.

"Mark!" she said in a break. She smiled. "I've never kissed someone on the toilet before." I kissed her again.

"Ohhh," I moaned.

So I had to talk both of them into a threesome. Sharon wasn't so hard. I just reminded her of the foot lesbo and she decided it was okay.

"Don't call her 'Foot Lesbo!' She has a name!" she said.

"Sorry. Britney."

"That's more like it."

Shelly took more convincing. She was definitely not into doing Sharon and made me promise that Sharon wouldn't touch her and would only touch me. But other than that she was eager to be fucked by me. I felt quite lucky.

So we all fucked. At one particular point, when Sharon was blowing me and I was eating out Shelly, I decided to try an experiment. I motioned for Sharon to eat out Shelly instead. Sharon silently laughed and shook her head. I motioned again and Sharon moved towards Shelly's pussy. She knew that Shelly was perfect, too.

Shelly began moaning and grabbing the sheets with her eyes tightly shut. Evidently, Shelly couldn't tell the difference between a male mouth and a female mouth. However, when she eventually opened her eyes and saw Sharon enjoying her snatch snack, she screamed and ran out of the room. Sharon shrugged as I looked around, wondering what to do. I followed her. She was pretty upset and so I decided to give her a good one-on-one fucking.

"I'm sorry," I said, kissing her. "I'm so sorry." She weakly tried to push me off of her naked body, but she held onto me tight when I stuck my cock in her and began humping her in the hallway. This calmed her down, but only for a while.

"That wasn't funny, what you did," she later told me over the phone.

"Sorry," I apologized. Again. It turns out some girls are just plain straight.

"But you know, threesomes aren't really my thing. Look, I like you, but I'm not going to be backup for Sharon. You've got to make a choice." I had feared this. Sharon was this great nympho, but I had been fucking her for a while and Shelly was really tempting because she was perfect. But I didn't know if she could be as great as Sharon.

"Well, Shelly, I just..." I paused. There was a noise in the background. "Are you peeing?"

"Yeah..."

So I decided to stick with Shelly. Shelly was amazing and, although she didn't get it, was willing to take a nice dump in front of me, something Sharon felt uncomfortable doing.

Later I began to realize I made a mistake. Firstly, Shelly was an idiot, so conversations were never great, and also she didn't like taking it up the tailpipe. But most of all she was high maintenence. I didn't mind all the pampering I had to do, but when we were walking through the mall and we visited that jewelery store to look at tennis bracelets and expensive earrings, I knew she was hinting at something. As a young man by the name of Ma$e once said, "True pimps spend no dough on the booty." As a ladies' man (which is a pimp that shows little respect for ladies) I knew I had to break it off. I would've went back to Sharon, but she had found herself a girlfriend or boyfriend or both and she was getting fucked royally in the good sense of the phrase. She wouldn't take me back. Well, everyone makes mistakes.

I've decided to stay with Shelly until something better comes along, buying her small things to keep her happy. Shelly still has some potential, and I never get tired of seeing her take a dump.