February 2020 (continued)

Hello, Good-Bi (continued)

Self-described "southern boy" Pete R. found his sexually conservative ways challenged the day his ex showed up with a cute lesbian. Care to guess what happened next? -- The Editors

I'm 35 years old and kind of an old-fashioned guy. How do I know? I found out the hard way when I fell in love with Chrissy, five years younger than me. Like the song on country radio, she was an untamed mustang -- open, wild, and free. Like a sweet summer rain passing through, as you'll soon see.

Chrissy was gorgeous. Blonde, blue-eyed, with a perfect body and big firm breasts, always in a tight t-shirt or tank top. She loved me, too, but from the start, she told me she didn't "believe in monogamy." She thought it was suffocating and led to bitterness and resentment in relationships. I thought, "Mercy me, who's got all that time to play around?"

So, like a fool, I thought I could change her. Or at least learn to live with her infidelities. After two years of Jealous Hell, we broke up. Chrissy moved up north and I stayed in Atlanta, dating girls but never getting too serious. We kept in touch, though, and somehow managed to stay friends.

Fast forward, I hadn't seen Chrissy in a few years. The last text I got from her said something about modeling in New York City. One weekend, I was sitting home, bored out of my skull, when I heard a loud engine outside. I looked out to see a Harley roaring down my driveway with two girls on it, long hair blowing in the breeze. Chrissy was in front and riding in the "bitch seat" was a young, petite ginger perched ever so fine. Chrissy waved exuberantly.

"Hey, Pete! How's it going?" She leapt off the bike and came over to hug me. The redhead sauntered over and looked me up and down.

"This is Kate," Chrissy said, pulling her friend over. They came inside and while I fixed some tea, Chrissy told me they were on their way to Key West and decided on impulse -- no time to text me -- to stop by. She asked if they could stay the night. All the while Kate didn't say a word, but kept eyeing me suspiciously. When she got up to use the bathroom, I asked Chrissy what her story was. She told me Kate was 21, had run away from home, was scared of me and was a lesbian. The she said, smiling, "Pete, I'm bisexual now!"

My mouth dropped open. "You mean -- you and Kate?" She nodded.

I don't know why, but I was speechless. Didn't see it coming, I guess.

"Oh, don't be such a prude," Chrissy said in response to my shocked expression. "You've seen girls get it on."

"Only in the movies!"

Her eyes twinkled mischievously. "If you're a good boy, you might get to see it live -- up close and personal."

Before I could react, Kate came back into the kitchen and Chrissy changed the subject.

We spent the day walking through the woods, Chrissy chattering about her life in New York, Kate mostly silent. Every so often, Kate would stop to watch a squirrel or a butterfly, seemingly enchanted by the critters in the forest.

That evening, I grilled some steaks and we opened a couple of bottles of wine. Our mood relaxed and the sky darkened as we sipped after-dinner whiskey. Chrissy asked me to put on some porn. I shot a look at Kate.

"Oh, Katie loves them," Chrissy said quickly.

I put on one of my favorites and we settled back to watch. Two girls dressed as lady cops were groping each other and kissing when a male officer wandered onto the scene. The lady cops immediately jumped up and fought over who got to pull his zipper open and suck. I know it's all made up, but it's one of my favorites and my chubbie started stirring in my jeans. It's those mirrored shades, I'm sure -- suddenly, Kate let out a shrill giggle. I looked over at the two of them, Kate was in hysterics, covering her mouth with her hand, and Chrissy was smirking knowingly.

"What's so damn funny?" I asked.

"Pete," Chrissy said, "do you really think this is what girl-girl sex is about?"

I shrugged, embarrassed. How the hell did I know what girls did in bed together? All I knew was the scene turned me on.

"Come on," Chrissy said, pulling Kate to her feet. "We'll show you."

Hardly believing what was happening, I followed them into the bedroom. Chrissy told me to sit in the chair while she and Kate climbed onto my bed. She knelt over Kate's tiny body and slowly began undressing her, pausing to nibble on her breasts or kiss her thighs. When they were both naked, Chrissy motioned me over.

"Come here, Pete. Look at this."

I followed her gaze. Kate's pussy was shaved, smooth as silk...and sticking out maybe half an inch was the biggest clit I'd ever seen.

"Isn't that amazing?" Chrissy asked. "Now watch."

She lowered her head and began licking Kate's huge clit. Kate closed her eyes and writhed on the bed, tugging at her taut pink nipples. Within minutes, her body began to tremble, her limbs jerking involuntarily, and her face was in total ecstasy. Chrissy stuck her fingers into the girl's pussy and Kate bore down to greet the thrusts.

Chrissy lifted her head and panted, "Now watch this, Pete." She continued to thrust her fingers in and out with great force and then suddenly pulled them out. A great whoosh of fluid followed. It gushed out like a fountain of pee, but it was clear, not yellow, and resembled a man's ejaculation. Kate lay perfectly still. Chrissy looked up at me. The room was calm.

"Well," I said, "that's quite a show."

"She does it all the time," Chrissy said. "Don't you, honey?"

Kate opened her eyes and sleepily nodded. To my surprise, Chrissy lowered her head once more and resumed munching on Kate's engorged clitoris.

While on the first round I'd been merely curious, now I found myself becoming excited. The girls seemed to have forgotten I was there, as Chrissy attacked Kate's cunt with unbridled passion and Kate grabbed at Chrissy's hair, moaning and writhing, squeezing her legs around her head. Reflexively, I unzipped my fly, pulled out my now throbbing dick and stroked it back and forth. For a moment, I wished they were like the lady cops in the movie and would fight over who to suck me off, but then I got into just watching them groove on each other. It was hot.

They moved into "69" and were slurping each other's twats, grunting and groaning and sweating, a far cry from the costumed chicks on the screen. Kate twitched and released what seemed like another quart of she-juice.

Chrissy looked up and saw me yanking my crank. She crept over and took it in her hands. Kate didn't miss a beat, but positioned herself behind Chrissy as she knelt beneath my hard-on. While Chrissy stroked and rubbed my erection all over her cheeks, Kate parted Chrissy's pussy lips and stuck her finger inside. Soon Chrissy was sucking my cock, taking all 8 inches down her throat without a flinch or gag. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to her expert tongue. Kate may have the most remarkable clit and G-Spot in the land, but I was sure Chrissy had her in the Oral Department. I wondered if Kate had ever sucked cock; just as the thought crossed my mind, I felt a mouth fasten itself to one of my balls and looked down to see Kate sucking it. She had a finger lodged inside Chrissy's twat, and with her other hand was strumming her clit like a guitar. The fever pitch rose, and we moved like one piece of flesh. Kate sucked my balls even harder, as if milking the cum right out of them, and I shot a huge load into Chrissy's hungry mouth.

Slowly, I withdrew my cock and sat on the bed. Chrissy turned back to Kate and they kept right on going.

I'd never seen anything like it. They made love for what seemed like hours, their orgasms not an end but a part of one long fluid movement. Kate came so many times I lost count, ejaculating on about half of them. Chrissy had 4 or 5 orgasms. At some point, we all took a shower and Kate came just from the pressure of the water on her clit. I jerked off on Kate's tits and fucked Chrissy while Kate watched. Though she didn't seem to be jealous, Kate wouldn't let me fuck her at all, Chrissy told me it was because she'd had bad experiences with men and I didn't push it. Hell, I was getting way more than I'd ever expected.

We all slept together with Chrissy in the middle, and the next morning I cooked a big breakfast before they set off on their bike. They both kissed and hugged me goodbye and said they'd stop by on their return trip. Meanwhile, I'm watching my favorite DVD. Even though I know better now, as I stroke my cock and watch the girl-girl action on the screen, I can't help but imagine Kate & Chrissy kneeling before me, fighting over who gets to suck on my throbbing cock. A guy can still have his fantasies, right?

–– Pete R.