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{ASSM} "Chasing James" (MM MF MFMF interr rom) by 
Creampie Eater

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Chasing James
-------------

Oh God, it felt wonderful.  Hugging the pillow, on my 
knees, I was where I loved to be.  I felt my orgasm 
building ever closer as James slid in and out of my 
ass.  His cock was too big to get rock hard, but it 
did feel like a stiff log of salami fucking me.  James 
knew how to fuck and he knew how I liked it.  Oh God!

He gripped my hair, pulling me up so he could whisper 
in my ear.  "Do you like it bitch?" he snarled 
lovingly.  He liked to use foul language when we were 
together, and I think it enhanced the taboo for him.  
I trembled, feeling his hot breath on my face.

"Oh yeah, fuck me with that big black dick of yours," 
I panted.  He loved me to play the race card as well, 
to be the weak white boy that the powerful black man 
was giving such pleasure to.  "You fuck so damn well; 
give it to me."

"How do you want it, slut?" he said, his words full of 
a venom I knew he didn't really feel.

"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 cut 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 favorite thing, she said, was 
dancing.  I was stunned.  Her least favorite thing was 
watching James' huge cock sliding in and out of 
Bridgette, because she wanted it so badly inside her 
own pussy.

I went back to her favorite thing.  "You liked dancing 
more than the sex?" I asked, not hiding my 
incredulity.  "You some kind of freak or something," I 
smiled.

She seemed to turn suddenly serious and shy.  "What 
can I say?" she said, "I like to dance."  It seemed a 
little phony to me, but I had no better answer.

The next week, I felt a little more balanced.  I 
didn't long for James as much, and I reached out to my 
friends again.  They of course were curious about what 
I did over the weekends; normally I spent weekends 
with them cruising for guys.  I shrugged off my 
absence, and since they were guys they didn't really 
care anyways.

Wednesday night, I went to dinner with the boys and 
then went to a bar for a little action.  I got drunk, 
which I never do.  I just didn't feel comfortable with 
all the overt action, and yet when drunk I was the 
worst of the lot.  My friends pushed me onto a hunky 
dude, and I blew him in the bathroom.  He didn't 
reciprocate and refused to kiss me after he came in my 
mouth.  Even in my drunkenness, I felt cheap.  Before, 
feeling cheap was a turn on, but now it was a Bad 
Thing somehow.

Loretta called nearly every night, just to talk.  I 
was getting used to it, and even looking forward to 
it.  I missed it Wednesday night, and I called her 
Thursday because I wanted to.  We talked about what I 
did the night before, and the feelings I had.  I 
hadn't ever had a female friend I could talk to so 
openly, and it felt great to have what I thought of as 
intimate conversations.  We ended the call after two 
hours by making plans to have dinner the next night.  
The ring off was awkward, like we were both reluctant 
for the call to end.

I got a call Friday afternoon from a pal, who clued me 
into a party that night.  There would be lots of pot 
and lots of lube.  Since in my darkest moments I had 
been the fucktoy du jour, he was surprised when I 
declined.  He couldn't believe I was passing on 
getting high and giving up my ass.  "You've changed, 
dude," my friend said.

I was still thinking about that comment when I met 
Loretta for dinner.  Even after a long week, it looked 
like she had got fixed up.  Her makeup was carefully 
applied, and her hair wasn't a bit disheveled.  I told 
her she looked cute.  "You hoping to get lucky 
tonight?" I teased.

"Maybe," she allowed, blushing.

I had hit on something!  "Oh ho!  Who's the lucky guy, 
or are you hoping to meet someone?" I asked, looking 
around the restaurant for a lucky target.

"Men!" she huffed, her eyes flashing dangerously.  
After that curt comment, I didn't dare pursue the 
trail I had come across.  Women can be so 
unfathomable.

Instead, I asked her if she thought I had changed, and 
explained the context.  She laughed.  "What?!" I 
demanded crossly.

"Well, for one thing, you've started sleeping with 
women," she said in a low conspiratorial tone.  Then 
she cracked up again.

I grinned, and allowed she was right.  "Yeah, I guess 
that is a pretty major change, but he doesn't know 
about that."

"True, but you do.  Maybe its showing in how you act," 
she guessed.  I wasn't convinced, but didn't want to 
push the issue.  The truth is that I enjoyed time with 
Loretta and didn't want to spoil it with self-
analysis.

We went to Maggy Moos, an upscale ice-cream place, for 
dessert.  While indulging my love of cookies and 
cream, I broached a subject that had been bothering me 
all week.  "Loretta, why did you tell me most guys 
cleaned their cum from their lovers?"

"First of all, I did not say most guys did that.  I 
said the good guys did it, and I figured you were a 
good guy.  Second of all--"

"Hold it," I commanded.  "Just how many good guys have 
you had?"

"Just you," she giggled.  "And you were very good."  
She gave me a knowing kiss on the cheek.

"I am the only one?" I groaned.  "No wonder James was 
pissed."

"You didn't let me finish.  The second reason I 
mislead you is that I wanted you willing to do it to 
because I was sure Bridgette would go crazy."  She 
sighed theatrically.  "There is nothing that feels so 
good as a tongue probing your steaming pussy after 
getting fucked royally."

"OK," I laughed, "you were right.  I guess that's the 
important thing.  But how did you know she would want 
it?"

"Well, that's the last reason.  I was pretty sure 
because I had wanted someone to do it," she said.  She 
looked directly at me.  "I had thought about it for 
years and I was lucky enough to find a guy secure 
enough to give me what I needed without freaking out."

"You mean a guy who was gay and gullible enough," I 
griped.

"Don't sell yourself short.  You do that too much," 
she replied.

Later, we had splendid sex. She removed my clothes for 
me, kissing every inch of my skin that was exposed and 
giving me goosebumps.  She was pleased to see I had an 
erection, but she didn't even touch it.  She undressed 
for me, then teased me by writhing inches from my 
face. She didn't let me do anything but watch.  In 
fact, she had me sit on my hands so that I couldn't 
touch myself either.  She seemed to have perfumed her 
body, and I felt totally intoxicated with the hints of 
flowers.

Turning around, she bent over so that I could see her 
pussy.  She slowly teased her sex, running a finger up 
and down the slit until it parted like a blossom 
blooming.  I was squirming by the time she slid a 
fingernail over her clit hood and revealed her 
pleasure bud.  She pinched it, cooing all the while.  
I found it sexy as hell.

She turned to face me, and lowered her breasts to my 
mouth.  Her nipples were rigid, and she made excited 
noises as I suckled on them.  She would pull them 
away, teasing me more, increasing my desire.  She 
turned away, bending over to display just how wet her 
pussy was.  I wanted to put my face right there, suck 
at her.  I was putty in her hands.

Finally, she touched my cock.  Pushing me back against 
the couch cushions, she gripped the head of my dick 
with her red fingernails, making sure it was straight 
up.  Then she straddled me and sank onto my cock.  It 
was glorious, really, to feel how hot and wet she was.  
I had come to understand her wetness was due in part 
to her excitement at being with me.  And now she was 
really wet.  She really wanted me, and dammit I really 
liked being inside her.

She slid back and forth, rubbing her clit against my 
pubes.  The motions on my cock were minimal, but I was 
very excited.  She had spent an hour (it seemed) 
priming me to explode inside her.  It took only 
minutes for me to unload a big cum inside her.  While 
I did, Loretta frantically pumped at me, wanting to 
cum herself.  She kept it up even after I began to 
soften, until I had to stop her because my dick 
suddenly became ticklish.

Of course, she made me lay down so I could clean her 
ready-to-orgasm cunt.  After the vigorous fucking she 
did while I shrank, there was a lot of cum outside her 
pussy.  This I cleaned first before it got cold and 
gross, then started my now-patented tongue fucking.  I 
dove in deep, but every few seconds I bathed her clit.  
She began to shake, cumming loudly.  I watched a big 
sperm bubble form across her hole, and delighted in 
popping it and cleaning her.

I woke the next day after further intense and further 
languid sex, with Loretta's head on my chest.  It was 
as if she were listening to my heart beat.  Her leg 
was over mine, and she was cuddled quite closely.  It 
was Saturday, and I had forgotten to turn off my 
alarm.  I laid there comfortably, listening to the 
country music playing.  Loretta had changed the 
channel last week from the cool jazz I had listened to 
for years, but I didn't mind.

After several minutes, I reached out to swat the radio 
and turn it off.  "Hold it," Loretta murmured 
dreamily, "I like this song."  It was by Sara Evans, 
"I Could Not Ask For More:"

Lying here with you
Listening to the rain
Smile just to see the smile upon your face
These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive
And these are the moments I'll remember all my life
I've found all I've waited for
And I could not ask for more
 
The song was nice, and Sara Evans belted it out.  But 
I realized I liked it because Loretta liked it.  I 
found I was smiling. It was only later that I realized 
that I had used to think it was James' and my song.

That day we spent together as well.  We went to the 
mall, walking past the Visible Changes salon to 
surreptitiously watch the people getting their hair 
cut.  "Should I get my hair cut?" she asked.  "Do you 
think I'd look good with shorter hair?"

"I think you look good how you are," I commented.

"Do you?" she said, surprising me with the tone in her 
voice.

"Yes," I said, looking at her in the eyes.  I felt 
myself blush, but why?  Why would it be hard to state 
an opinion or give her a compliment?

She smiled happily and gripped my hand to walk down 
the mall.  It didn't seem so casual anymore.  On the 
way past, she stopped off at Victoria's Secret, 
forbidding me from entering.

When we were getting dressed to go to Wishes, she 
showed me her surprise.  It was a pair of hose, 
crotchless from the upper-thighs and up.  "I'm going 
to be pantiless tonight," she said.  It was apparent 
the idea was very sexy to her.  It was another 
manifestation of the slut she liked to be.  "Do you 
like?"

I walked over and casually rubbed her pussy, feeling 
that she was already moist.  "Yes," I said, "I do."  I 
raised my fingers to her lips, and she gazed sexily 
into my eyes as she cleaned her flavor off.  "You are 
really hot tonight," I commented.  Sex would be fun.

We went to Wishes, and again were a bit earlier than 
the usual crowd.  However, James and Bridgette had 
already beat us there!  They invited us to join them 
at their table, which we did.

James and I went to the bar to get drinks, and he told 
me his previous week had been hell.  Bridgette had 
constantly nagged him to start finishing her off 
orally after he came in her.  I asked a question that 
had bothered me.  "Does she have a hard time cumming, 
or was it just around us?"

"I don't know," he replied.  "I give her a good long 
fucking, and if she doesn't cum she can't blame me.  I 
usually fall asleep after I cum, 'cause it is pretty 
hard work!"  He gave me his pretty smile while I 
wondered at his insensitivity.

We returned to the table, and talked and danced.  We 
were getting to know each other, and it seemed we were 
very comfortable with each other.

Late in the evening, Bridgette suddenly asked if I was 
bisexual while James danced with another woman and 
Loretta danced with Darryl from last week.  It 
startled me, because I was watching Darryl rubbing 
Loretta's ass and I wasn't paying much attention.  
Suddenly, though, my mind snapped fully to Bridgette.

"What did you ask?" I said to gain some time to think.

"I asked if you were bisexual.  Are you?"

"Why?" I asked in return.

"Because I don't know too many men who would so 
willingly eat cum," she replied.  "In fact, I can't 
think of any."

I put on an embarrassed face.  "Well, I might be," I 
said.  "I don't know."

"Would you like to find out?" she queried.

"I don't know if I am ready to," I answered.  It was 
hard to act sheepish, because this was the moment I'd 
plotted for.

"Well," she said, looking to see if James was looking, 
then looking to see if Loretta was near, "I think it 
would be very sexy for you to find out with James.  He 
has a very nice cock, as you've seen, and I think I 
could get him hot enough that he'd let you suck on him 
a little."

"I don't know." I lied.

"What if I asked Loretta to 'force' you to do it?  To 
tell you to do it, and then you could act like you 
were doing it just for her pleasure."

"That might work," I allowed.  "I can't believe I'm 
considering this!" I said, to cover how red my face 
was.  I wasn't embarrassed as she thought.  Instead, I 
was totally excited to finally have James back in my 
mouth.

It was thus arranged, so that when we went back to my 
place later, Loretta 'confided' her fantasy while we 
were screwing our respective partners.  "Clem," she 
said, "why don't you go over there and suck on James' 
fat cock?"

"Do you want me to?" I asked, ostensibly questioning 
her veracity.

"Oh!  The idea makes me so hot!" Loretta replied.  Her 
voice had a convincing huskiness and I swore she 
actually got several degrees warmer inside.

"What if James doesn't want me to?" I asked.  The only 
one who really thought that was a possibility was 
Bridgette.

"Why don't you come over here and see?" James said, 
leering at me. He pulled out half his pecker and 
pointed at it.  "You want a piece of this?  Say so," 
he told me.

Loretta held out her hands, stopping my thrusts and 
making me disconnect from her.  "Do it.  Now."  Her 
greens were flashing again.

Disengaged and suitably 'convinced,' I crawled over to 
Bridgette and James.  James pulled his big black cock 
out of Bridgette, and moved it to my face.  With his 
wife watching with awe and lust, I took my man's cock 
in my mouth.  The plan had worked: I was able to be 
his cocksucker again.

I spent several minutes pretending to be eager but 
clueless, listening to the girls encouragement and 
suggestions.  I had forgotten how really big he was, 
and it was a bit of a learning curve to be able to 
take his size in my mouth.  I didn't try for his 
entire length, because that'd be impossible for an 
avid amateur.  I did suck him pretty well though, and 
got the end half wet with my saliva.

The big clue that I did OK was that he came in my 
mouth.  I deliberately let some escape, but closed my 
eyes and acted like it was a dream come true (which it 
was!).  James squirted some on my face for good 
measure.  I continued to blow him while he shrank, 
watching Bridgette in the eyes.

She was horny as hell!  Her fingers were all over her 
clit, and she whimpered like she had to cum and 
couldn't.  I crawled over and stuck my sperm-
splattered face into her pussy and ate her like crazy.  
Her flavor was less strong, and wasn't as repulsive.   
But I liked how she grabbed my hair and ground her 
pussy on my face.  I could feel her pubic bones and my 
hair hurt, she pulled so hard.

For her part, Loretta squatted over Bridgette's face, 
offering her dripping snatch for Bridgette's service.  
 From my position, I could see Bridgette's tongue 
flicking up and down Loretta's trough.  It was sexy to 
watch Bridgette and Loretta having their own brand of 
gay sex.

Loretta soon got tired, with her thigh muscles 
cramping.  So, she knelt astride Bridgette's face.  I 
saw that she was kneeling heavily, like she was 
smothering Bridgette with her pussy.  "Eat it, eat 
it," she murmured.   Bridgette's nipples popped up 
like pink thimbles, and Bridgette pulled and pinched 
them.  Then, she lifted off a bit and Bridgette loudly 
gasped for air.  She had been being smothered!  After 
Bridgette had gotten a few panting breaths, Loretta 
wiggled down a little to return her pussy to being an 
air-tight gasket over Bridgette's mouth.

"Suck hard on her clit," Loretta told me.  I did, 
practically removing it from her body via oral vacuum.  
Loretta lifted Bridgette's breasts by her nipples, 
making them into fleshy pink cones.  Ouch!  But, even 
as I thought that, Bridgette began to cum!

Loretta let her breathe once, but then used 
Bridgette's gasping need for air during her orgasm as 
a twisted stimulus.  Loretta came herself, very loudly 
calling "FUCK" over and over.  "FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!"

Both girls were out of action after that.  And still, 
I hadn't cum.  I was a bit childish, worrying about my 
own orgasm.  Loretta noticed it first.

"Hey lover," she said drowsily, "why don't you come 
over here and put that erection in my ass?"  Whoa!  
Now we were talking!

Before I did, I went to the bedroom and retrieved my 
tube of lube.  Meanwhile, Loretta had rolled onto her 
stomach.  I grabbed a pillow from the couch and put it 
under her hips to lift her ass.  Then, I gently spread 
her cheeks and licked wetly at her asshole.

Perhaps oddly, I welcomed the familiar taste of a 
sweaty asshole.  I was comfortable licking an ass, 
preparing it for lovemaking.  I pretended in my mind 
that Loretta was a gay man about to come out, losing 
his anal virginity for the first time.  I was slow and 
tender, making her wet, opening her backdoor.  The 
idea that she was a virgin man didn't work though, 
because I kept thinking that I was being slow for her.  
I wanted her to enjoy it, because I liked Loretta.  I 
didn't need to fantasize about her.

When I could easily push in my tongue, I began to 
squirt lube onto her opening.  I pushed it into her 
ass with my finger, adding more lube until she was 
sloppy.  By then, she was squirming and moaning, and I 
was pleased to smell her intoxicating pussy scent.  
Yes, she would love it.

Bridgette was sitting up, watching intently, and 
rubbing her clit.  I grinned at her while I put my 
head to Loretta's asshole.  I put my hands on her hips 
to steady myself, and I pushed in slowly.  We both let 
out long groans.  Loretta was so tight!  I spent a 
very long time working more and more in until I had my 
entire cock ensheathed in her butt.

"Oh God I wish I could feel that," Bridgette breathed.

"Ohhhhhhh, it feels so good," Loretta groaned.  I 
realized that it might feel good, but at that point it 
was probably more uncomfortable for her.  But then she 
explained, "It feels so good to give my man this 
gift."

Oh.  Part of her pleasure was giving me what I wanted 
from her.  I turned that over in my mind as I slowly 
began to pump with tiny strokes.  I think part of my 
pleasure was that I was fucking Loretta.  Not some guy 
I didn't know who was looking for pleasure without 
emotional involvement, but a woman who I had gotten to 
know.  And like.  And..

Soon we worked up to a good old-fashioned assfucking.  
I recalled the forceful screwing James gave me, 
pressing me down, making me feel slutty.  As I humped 
hard into Loretta's loosening ass, I gripped her hair 
and pulled her ear to my mouth.  "Do you like getting 
it in your ass?"  I hissed.

"Oh, yeah!" she enthused.  "Fuck me. cum in my ass.  
Give me a sperm enema."

"You are so nasty!" I complimented her.

"You love it," she smiled.

I did.  Our conversations degenerated to guttural 
moans and groans as my cock pistoned harder and faster 
into her increasingly hot ass.  I stopped, and pulled 
out to squirt more lube into her.  My other hand 
rubbed her pussy, and I found she was soaked.  I 
shoved in, leaning forward to feed her the slime from 
her own cunt.  She ate it so eagerly that I beckoned 
Bridgette over and pushed Loretta's face into her 
crotch.  Now Bridgette joined the quivering flesh 
somehow involved in sodomizing Loretta.

I was thrilled when Bridgette came quickly.  Her 
orgasms seemed so hard to achieve for her that two in 
one night seemed beyond her reach.  And yet, her face 
contorted into a "take that bitch!" look, she grabbed 
Loretta by the hair, humped her face as Loretta 
struggled to suck clit, and came.  As is often the 
case, one person's horny reaction to a situation led 
to another's, and Loretta started calling "Oh GOD, OH 
GOD".  I steeled myself for the powerful clenching of 
her ass on my dick, but even so the pleasure was too 
intense.  It was more than the pure pleasure of a 
strong grip on my rod; it was also that Loretta came 
with my cock in her ass for the first time.  It was 
partially a mental thing that contributed to my giving 
Loretta the sperm enema she desired.

Needless to say, Loretta and I were wiped out for the 
moment.  I collapsed on top of her, then rolled beside 
her to cuddle.  My cock, still nestled between her 
cheeks if not actually in her butt, felt the semen 
starting to drain.  I didn't look down, afraid I would 
find a pinkish color to the goo; anal bleeding was 
common at least the first few times you were reamed.  
I didn't look because I didn't want to scare Loretta.

Bridgette recovered first and began to get dressed.  
"You know," she said, "it was amazing to watch you 
suck off James."  James stood and began to get dressed 
too.  "I think, if you wanted to, he'd let you do it 
again."

James looked at her, and slowly got a sly grin. "Yeah, 
if Clem gets off swallowing my dick, who am I to stop 
him?"  He paused, and put up his hands.  "Just as long 
as I am not expected to reciprocate!" he said.  I 
didn't say anything.  Mission accomplished.  Well, at 
least the sucking part.

We said our good byes then. Loretta and I went into 
the bathroom and I took looked to confirm that yes, 
she was rectally bleeding.  I cleaned her carefully, 
and we went to bed.  She asked to sleep with her head 
on my chest, and when I protested that I snored when I 
slept on my back, she told me she kinda liked it.  I 
liked her head on my chest, her body close.

It had been a long time since I had felt so close to 
someone.  I laid awake, listening to Loretta begin her 
own soft snoring, contemplating where I was now.  A 
couple weeks ago my world had crashed.  I had loved 
James, I thought, but now I wondered.  Maybe I had a 
crush on him because of his beauty and raw power.  He 
had been my first black lover, as well, so I wondered 
if I hadn't been attracted to him because of the 
inter-racial taboo.

But now I saw James in a less flattering way.  He 
routinely used his lovers for his own satisfaction.  I 
struggled with the realization that loving dominants 
use their power to provide what a submissive like me 
needs, and that wasn't what James does.  Unless I was 
giving him the nasty sex he wanted, he wasn't 
particularly interested in me.  God help me, I was 
beginning to see him as selfish.

The contrast couldn't be stronger than Loretta.  She 
was soft, feminine, pretty.  She was kind and giving.  
She sought my opinion.  She liked being with me.  Even 
a gay guy like me could see she was looking at me like 
women look at men.

Between the two, Loretta was a better mate. The 
problem was that she was a woman, and that went 
against my self-image.  I was deeply conflicted, but 
it was late and I fell into a troubled sleep.

I woke and found Loretta missing.  I was disappointed, 
but was happily surprised when she walked in with a 
cup of coffee and announced that omelets were on the 
way.  If Loretta has a fault, it is that she isn't 
exactly handy in the kitchen.  I enjoyed the 
overcooked eggs all the same, because I appreciated 
the gesture.

I spent the day and next week considering if I wanted 
a more serious role for Loretta in my life.  I was 
coming to grips with the thought that I was perhaps 
like Loretta, bisexual.  I had searched for a man to 
fill the dark empty part of my soul, and hadn't found 
him.  Maybe it was because it was my destiny to love a 
woman.

I asked Loretta what it meant to her to be bisexual.

"Well, in my personal case, it means that I like sex 
with both men and women," she said.  "I know it 
differs for everyone, but I know I can like sex with 
women, but I'll never love them romantically.  I've 
never wanted to share the rest of my live with a 
woman, but I have with a man.  And honestly, sex with 
men is more fulfilling.  It just makes me feel 
complete."

It gave me more to think about, as if I needed that.

This time, we arranged to go to James and Bridgette's 
house and to skip Wishes.  Loretta convinced me to 
wear a little fetish collar, and to play the role of 
her slut slave.  That really turned me on, especially 
when she told me on their doorstep that she was going 
to order me to be a 'girl' for James.

It seems that James and Bridgette had the same idea!  
Bridgette was dressed as a French maid.  Her hair was 
curled and cascading down, so she was in 'slut mode'.  
James ordered her to get us drinks, and when she 
served them she was told to allow us to grope her.  
Dutifully, she turned around so that Loretta and I 
could finger her already wet pussy.

It was a nicely kinky night.  James and Loretta agreed 
to have their subs arouse the other, so I sucked James 
to erection while Bridgette tongued Loretta.  That was 
the only the start!  After that it was a free for all, 
with James finally fucking Loretta to several orgasms 
while Bridgette and I were blindfolded and forced to 
kiss while we listened.

I ate James cum from Loretta (OMG!) while Loretta 
brought Bridgette to a squealing orgasm.  Loretta 
finally ordered me to add my cum to her pussy, which I 
did.  Loretta then sat on Bridgette's face to cum and 
fill Bridgette's mouth with creampie.

In an interlude, where Bridgette and I were allowed to 
be equals, Loretta confessed that she got very aroused 
watching me with James in my mouth.  "I never thought 
two guys together could be so sexy!" she enthused.

"I know what you mean," agreed Bridgette, sipping 
Chardonnay.  "But I also have to admit that I was 
envious of your getting assfucked.  Jim is so big, 
that I know I would be torn open and I am scared about 
it."

James and I looked at each other, shrugging.

"I have an idea," Loretta said, as if it had just 
occurred to her.  "What if Clem fucks your ass with 
his smaller dick?  He sure knows how make anal sex 
enjoyable."

"It sure looked that way," Bridgette confessed.  "I 
don't know.  What do you think?" she asked James.

"Do you want me to order you to receive his cock?" he 
grinned.

"If it pleases you Sir," she laughed.

"And I have another idea," Loretta went on.  "I think 
my little whore would like to have Jim's big cock up 
his ass."

"No way!" Bridgette said, looking at me, shocked.  "He 
couldn't take it."   I turned red, embarrassed.

"I think that if the truth be known, the little dear 
has had a couple cocks in his ass already," Loretta 
said, looking pointedly at me.  I turned a deeper red.  
"I thought so," she smiled.

"So, here's the thing," said James, "I'll let Clem 
dump his load into your ass, Bridgette, and your 
reward will be to watch this. man. take me up his 
poopshoot."  He got a very wicked grin, which I 
thought meant he would enjoy my ass more than 
Bridgette would enjoy watching him use it.

"Don't I get a say in this?" I asked.

"NO!" they responded in unison, which made us all 
crack up.

And so I found myself tonguing Bridgette's virgin ass 
while she ate Loretta.  I was even more patient with 
her than I had been with Loretta, and she eventually 
enjoyed an orgasm with my cock buried to the hilt in 
her velvety backside.  Of course, by then she and 
Loretta were in a 69.  Loretta wanted to have a front 
row view while I rump pumped Bridgette, and her 
pussyeating surely helped get Bridgette off.

After Bridgette came, Loretta ordered me to cum.  I 
had been holding back my orgasm because the wonderful 
tightness felt so good.  It was thus a minor thing to 
cum on demand (but it impressed the hell out of 
Bridgette and James!).  As I squirted deep into 
Bridgette's sore butt, Loretta squeezed my nuts to 
milk out all my semen.  I didn't think my cock would 
ever get hard again.

I was then ordered to get on my knees and put my face 
flat on the floor.  Loretta gave me an anal treatment 
like I'd given her and Bridgette.  She tongued my ass 
thoroughly, which left me squirming despite my flaccid 
pecker.  Then she lubed me up and stretched my opening 
a little with her fingers.  It didn't take much effort 
on her part, but I surely enjoyed that she was making 
the effort.

Meanwhile, Bridgette was on her knees, sucking the re-
erect James.  Loretta pointed out that we could see  
my cum oozing from Bridgette's backdoor, which I 
thought was sexy as hell.  I was soooo ready to have 
James' cum dripping from me!

James soon pressed his cockhead against my asshole.  
Despite my desire and Loretta's efforts, he hurt going 
in.  I wasn't as 'toned' now, not having a cock in my 
ass in ages.  It wasn't all acting when I groaned 
loudly.  When his big head was in, he paused to let me 
rest.  Finally, he asked if I was ready for more and I 
replied I was.  There was more groaning and pauses 
until he had his entire huge cock inside me.

It felt so very good!

James fucked me for a very long time, filling me with 
his meat and filling me with pleasure.  His fat nuts 
smashed against my sore ones, creating a different 
sensation that was pleasurable in its own way.  He 
pulled out often to show the girls how obscenely 
stretched I was and to add a squirt of lube.  It was 
like old times, and I was thrilled.

But then again, I wasn't.  There was something 
missing.  It wasn't the horny moment, because what 
could be hornier that the pure pleasure of James' 
expert cocksmanship and seeing Loretta and Bridgette 
staring while furiously rubbing their clits.  I was on 
display for them, and that was a seriously kinky turn-
on.  So horniness wasn't it.

What was missing was my na<ve attitude that James 
cared for me.  I realized we weren't making love, but 
having sex.  The self-deception was gone, and with it 
some of the pleasure.

Even so, I found myself very hard again, which Loretta 
pointed out.  "Look, the little tramp just loves being 
assfucked," she said with glee.  "Maybe I'll have to 
get a strap on!"

"Ooooh! If you do, let me fuck him too!" Bridgetted 
loved the idea.

Eventually, I splattered the carpet with my cum.  It 
felt so good to have my anus convulsing in a anal 
orgasm!  I had missed it.  Then I endured it as James 
brought himself to completion, pouring a cup of cum 
into my bowels.  He continued to thrust as he came, 
making my ass a sloppy mess.  Bridgette and Loretta 
came over when he pulled out to examine me closely, 
which I found both exciting and degrading.

We left soon after, with Loretta insisting I use the 
toilet first.  I shat out James' load with a burbling 
cum fart.  I was clean when Loretta drove us back to 
my place.

On the way, she said, "Well, you finally got your 
desire.  You got James back!"  I didn't answer, 
because I was depressed that it was true.  "Aren't you 
glad?" she asked.

"I'm beyond happy," I replied.  In truth, I felt like 
the clich, about the Hollywood starlet who achieves 
success but finds her life empty.  Yes, I had gotten 
James back but in the process I had learned I didn't 
want him.  I was pleased in the manly way that I had 
achieved my goal, but I was increasingly sure I no 
longer loved him.  In fact, I wasn't sure I ever did, 
not in a romantic sense.

I fell asleep cuddling with Loretta with a new 
realization.  I slept deeply, smiling, with her head 
on my chest.

That it evening it all came together.  We spent the 
day together, of course, and had wine with dinner.  It 
seemed like Loretta drank more than usual, and toyed 
with her spaghetti.  We sat afterwards on the couch in 
dark, sipping more wine and looking at the flickering 
candle on the coffee table.  I was very mellow, but I 
sensed she was not.

"Clem, do you believe in God?" she asked.  I was 
surprised by the question.

"Yes," I said.  "I miss going to church, but I haven't 
felt very welcome there since. since I went to 
college."

She was quiet for a minute, then asked "Do you believe 
God created Men and Women to be together?"  Apparently 
she was in a theological mood.  I wasn't, but I 
thought she was leading somewhere and I wanted to know 
where.  Fact is, I found almost everything she said 
mildly fascinating.

"Well, I used to, but that was before college.  If I 
believed that particular thesis, I would have to admit 
that I am not living how God made me."  The 
intellectual in me rejected the notion that God 
couldn't create Men to be together as easily as He 
could create Men and Women to be together.

Again, she seemed to take her time digesting my words.  
I began to think we were done with the uncomfortable 
topic.  "So," she continued, "you don't think it true 
that God made sex as a way for men and women to fall 
in love?"

It was my turn to quietly contemplate her words.  
Certainly, I had heard the idea before that you 
shouldn't have sex with someone without realizing that 
it complicates things.  Almost as certainly, I had bad 
relationships in my past that had been built solely on 
sex.

"I don't know," I admitted.

She leaned forward, and set her wineglass on the 
coffee table, then turned to take mine and set it down 
as well.  She faced me fully and took my hands.  Oh 
oh.

"Clem," she said, searching my face, "I am going to 
tell you something, and I want you to think about it.  
I'm going to leave after I tell you, because I really 
want you to think about it.  OK?"

I was scared.  I had bad experiences with people 
walking out, but I didn't sense this was the case.  
"All right.  I won't interrupt."

"Thanks," she said passionately.  "Because, it is hard 
for me to talk about this.  You see, I have always 
believed that God has wired us to fall in love with 
people we make love with.  I am not sure about sex, 
pure sex, but making love I think definitely leads to 
being in love.

"So, after I discovered the pleasure of physical sex 
and knew I wanted to experience that pleasure, a lot, 
I decided to make sure I never made love.  I decided I 
would only have sex.  So I decided I would 
intentionally be a slut, fucking whomever I wanted 
whenever I wanted.  I thought that if I were a slut, 
it would be pure sex.

"That was also why I decided to be bisexual. I knew I 
wouldn't romantically fall for a girl and I thought 
that focusing on the pleasures of girl-girl sex would 
make me a sexual creature, even more than being a slut 
did.
 
"I was mostly right.  I've never been in love, and 
when I thought I might be falling, I cut off the 
relationship.  I didn't want to be in love, and to be 
hurt when the one I loved rejected me."

She needed more fortification, and took a quick sip of 
wine.  When she started talking again, she looked at 
our hands, as if looking me in the eye would be too 
difficult.  I kept quiet although I was beginning to 
ache like I ached when James left.

"But here's the thing.  It wasn't an infallible plan, 
because now it has failed.  When I met you, I thought 
having sex with a gay man would be even less risky.  I 
mean, there was no chance you could love me, so that 
pressure was off.  It was just sex, and deliciously 
kinky sex at that.

"But the problem, Clem, is that after the first night, 
when we slept together, I wanted you to love me.  I 
had let down my guard, and I fell for you."  She took 
a deep breath as if she had just said something she 
had feared saying.

"At first, I thought it totally sucked, because the 
thing I feared most had happened.  I had avoided 
getting tangled up, made sure I was just having sex, 
so that the man I loved wouldn't leave me and here I 
had fallen for a terrible candidate for a long term 
relationship.

"At first, I thought that.  But, the longer we have 
been together, the more I think it could work out.  
I'm not convinced that you are gay.  I think you are 
bi, like me, and that you are fighting it."  Her eyes 
lifted to mine then, flashing as if daring me to deny 
that she could be speaking the truth.

"But the thing is that I'm not sure.  I wonder if it 
is only my fantasies now of you and me together that 
makes me think that.  The only one who knows is you, 
and it is killing me.

"Clem, I am falling deeply for you.  My heart is yours 
now, and I know I want nothing more than to be with 
you.  You are so totally what I want: kind, generous, 
compassionate.  I'd hate a guy who doesn't feel, 
really feel, but that isn't you.  You know?  And you 
are such a great lover.  I love that you pay attention 
to my responses, and I cream my panties thinking about 
you with another man like James last night.

"I am really afraid you are The One and that I am just 
going to be hurt.  I'll hurt if you reject me now, but 
everyday I love you more and I want to be with you 
more.  Maybe we are destined to be friends, but I 
can't take that.  I can't be around you if we can't be 
lovers, because I am weak.

"So, what I want you to do. please.  is think about 
what I've said.  We are so good together, in bed and 
out.  I hope you will think about what that means.  Is 
it possible that you could love me?  Not pity me, 
because I think you are kind enough to be with me for 
my sake.  But what I want is for you to love me.  
Maybe a little at first, and totally later."

She was crying now.  "I can be patient, but I need to 
have some hope.  Can you understand?" I nodded, 
keeping my lips together lest I speak out.

"Even if we are not meant to be together forever, I'll 
always treasure the time we shared."  She kissed me, 
gently, and rose.  She found her purse and pulled out 
a homemade CD.  "Good bye, my love.  Think tonight, 
listen to this, and we'll talk tomorrow."

Without a look back, she left.

That was hard to take, because I already knew the 
answer.  I could love her.  Romantically love her.  I 
wanted her, and it took a lot of strength to not call 
out and stop her.

I had remained impassive outside, but inside my 
spirits soared in a way I had never felt before.  The 
joy I felt as I listened to her state her case made it 
obvious to me that she was The One.  I didn't need to 
think, because I knew.

I let her go, because for her it would have to be a 
considered decision on my part.  If I didn't think 
about it overnight, she would think I was just 
parroting what she wanted to hear.  So, for her sake 
and our longterm togetherness, I let her go.

I put the CD in the stereo, and wasn't at all 
surprised to hear it was a rip of Sara Evans:

    Lying here with you
    Listening to the rain
    Smile just to see the smile upon your face
    These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive
    And these are the moments I'll remember all my 
    life
    I've found all I've waited for
    And I could not ask for more

    Looking in your eyes
    Seeing all I need
    Everything you are is everything in me
    These are the moments
    I know heaven must exist
    And these are the moments
    I know all I need is this
    I've found all I've waited for, yeah
    And I could not ask for more

    I could not ask for more than this time together
    I could not ask for more than this time with you
    And every prayer has been answered
    Every dream I've had's come true
    Yeah, right here in this moment
    Is right where I'm meant to be
    Here with you here with me
    Yeah

    These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive
    And these are the moments I'll remember all my life
    I've found all I've waited for
    And I could not ask for more

    I could not ask for more than this time together
    I could not ask for more than this time with you
    And every prayer has been answered
    Every dream I've had's come true
    Yeah, right here in this moment
    Is right where I'm meant to be
    Oh, here with you here with me
    No, I could not ask for more
    Than this love you gave me
    'Cause it's all I've waited for
    And I could not ask for more
    No, yeah
    No, I could not ask for more 

I sat there in the dark, watching the candle burn, 
listening to the song, and smiling.  I had 
unexpectedly found the love I had sought.  It took the 
man I adored to leave and open me to the women I 
loved.  

I awoke the next morning to music, then quickly 
showered and dressed.  I wanted to hurry and buy 
flowers and surprise her and make her take the day off 
so we could finally make love.

As is my habit, while I shaved and brushed my teeth
I turned on the TV to get a traffic report.  I paid 
attention with half my mind, but my head swung like an 
owl's when I heard "identified as Loretta Monroe of 
Katy."

I rushed to the TV where a horrible scene was on 
display.  Loretta's white Honda was a mangled mess, 
being dragged out from under a Metro bus.  "Witnesses 
say that the bus drifted into the lane where Miss 
Monroe's car was traveling, clipping her car and 
causing both vehicles to go out of control.  They 
crashed into the barrier with Miss Monroe's car 
underneath.  Police say she died instantly."

I was vomiting in absolute grief and barely heard that 
the driver of the Metro bus was being charged with 
driving while intoxicated.

If you could love forever, you could grieve forever, 
and I knew I would.

*** THE END ***




Final Notes

I wrote this story to explore bisexuality. I'd always 
approached bisexuality from the viewpoint of a 
straight person becoming bi, and I asked "what would 
happen if a gay person became bi?" That was the basis 
for the story, and I guess I got carried away. Mea 
Culpa!   Comments to creampiestories@yahoo.com






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