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It was some six years later, after I had moved from San Diego to Los Angeles, that I had my third chance at a bisexual affair, and this one was dynamite.

I had a roommate (Rollin and I had long since parted) and one evening when he was out for the evening a friend of his, whom I'd never met, called, asking for him. On learning that Cliff wasn't available, the caller asked what I was doing and explained that his girl friend and he needed company. I was immediately intrigued but I pressured him for details. I wanted to be sure that she had no objection to my making it with him. He assured me that everything was cool in that regard. So I called for a cab and took a ride over to his house.

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I couldn't believe my luck when I arrived. He was as handsome as a prince and she was movie-star dazzling-- blonde, shapely, with beautiful breasts. She was lying on a kind of chaise wearing nothing but a short, transparent nightie and a sweet smile. He was sitting, entirely nude, with his legs crossed in a nearby chair.

I got the idea, correctly, that I was being tested. So I sat beside her on the edge of the chaise and gently caressed her breasts and nibbled on her nipples. I made no effort to touch her pussy until, with a satisfied sigh, she nestled further down into the pillows that surrounded her and opened her legs slightly. She had accepted me and, with that, I placed one palm over her mound and leaned over to kiss her on the lips and at the same time slid my middle finger into her warm, wet slot.

He then rose and came over to join us. He stood beside the chaise and pushed his dick, a long, uncut affair, into her mouth. I continued to play with her pussy and soon she was red hot; her cunt burned around my finger. I slid down and started to eat her. Her precoital fluid was copious and notably more acid than a man's. It wasn't unpleasant.

The ice definitely broken, he returned to his chair, leaning back in it with his ass on the edge of the seat. She knelt on the floor between his legs and continued to suck his dick. I came in behind her and fucked her dog-fashion.

I have had, of course, exponentially more experience fucking male assholes than I have had fucking cunts, and while I surely have no quarrel with the pleasures of the former, it strikes me there is no pleasure that quite matches that of sinking one's dick into a tight, hot, wet pussy. It is so all-enveloping and the pathway is more textured than a rectum, ribbed all the way in, as it were, there being a more varied geography inside. A young cunt, not yet over-fucked, has a way of gripping and caressing the entire length of your dick, unlike an asshole, which tends to sphincter-grip your dick more at the base than anywhere else.

On the other hand, I don't believe a cunt holds up so well in either the short or long run, as an asshole does. In the course of a single fuck, a cunt tends to become overwet, especially when the woman is really hot. And over the course of a marriage, men often complain that the wife's pussy all too soon loses its tone.

In any event, this lady had a lovely little sugar scoop and after I'd fucked it for a while I slid down behind her and sucked her asshole-- a genuine act of noblesse oblige, for when it comes to assholes I'll take a man's anytime. Assholes, after all, are masculine articles and women, being all sugar and spice, aren't supposed to have them, much less shit through them. God forbid!

Looking up at him over the mounds of her buttocks, he beckoned me with a slight jerk of his chin. I crawled up, knelt beside her and watched her suck him. I looked into his face again and once more, with a certain downward nod of his head, he indicated that he wanted me to suck him.

I was a bit self-conscious, for she was oblivious to anything but the joy of sucking that big, leaking, sap-filled prick; but I did as directed and actually pulled it out of her mouth and engulfed it with my own.

The shocked expression on her face-- she actually blanched-- made it clear that what he'd told me on the phone was untrue. She wasn't at all prepared for what I had done. She looked up at him incredulously and he smiled wickedly back at her, his eyes a pair of glittering slits, and rammed his dick brutally down my throat. He put on a show for her. Using my ears as handles, he yanked my head exaggeratedly up and down on his dick.

He taunted her, "Oh, this guy really knows how to suck cock. Oh, watch what he's doing, baby!"

It wasn't all that comfortable for me and she, meanwhile, was looking more and more distressed. He soon relented and with a "Come up here to daddy, sweetheart," pulled her on to his lap. Facing him, she straddled him and worked his dick into her pussy. His hips moved up to meet her downward thrusts as she leisurely gyrated about on it. She leaned forward to receive his darting tongue into her mouth.

Still on my knees, I maneuvered myself between both pairs of legs and licked his balls. He inched forward on the chair so I could get at his asshole. It wasn't a very good position for eating ass but I got a good taste of it.

Then I ran my tongue up under his balls again and continued up the shaft of his dick. It was beslimed with their mingled juices, but, undaunted, I continued upward and attempted with moderate success to get my tongue into her cunt along with his prick. He briefly held still so that I could better manage that delicate operation, but then went at it again with renewed energy.

Rising to my feet, I attempted something else, a maneuver new to me, and possibly new to them as well. Standing between their legs and bending my knees slightly I pointed my dick at her ass. Anticipating what I was about to do, he cautioned me sternly against it: "No, no, don't do that; she doesn't like it up the ass!"

She looked around at me apprehensively. I assured them that that wasn't what I had in mind and surprised them both by slipping my dick into her cunt along with his. It went in easily and they both groaned with pleasure. For me, it was ecstasy to feel his bone-hard shaft rubbing directly against mine inside her. It was as if I were fucking him as well as her. In this way we chalked up orgasm number one, the three of us climaxing very nearly simultaneously. Timing ours with hers was no problem for she, by this time, seemed to be climaxing every 10 seconds or so.

I sagged back onto the floor to catch my breath and she collapsed forward into his arms, and his wet dick flopped out of her, still impressive even when soft. He remained thus for a time without speaking.

Then, suddenly, he said, "Why don't you let our friend eat you out?" I rose to a sitting position but he said, "No, you stay like you were and let her squat over your face."

We both did as we were told and with a foot on either side of my head, facing toward my feet, she lowered her cunt onto my mouth. He lay down on the floor beside me, his head near mine, and instructed her to raise her ass slightly. He, the wicked man, wanted to see the cum drip out of her into my mouth.

At first nothing happened, but she strained and as she did so her asshole, which was no more than three inches directly above my eyes, puckered out ominously and I steeled myself to make an instant escape should a storm threaten. I was scarcely reassured when I felt a small trickle of piss fall onto my chin. I knew it was piss because I had a taste of it.

He laughed and barked at her, "Mind your manners, hussy. Is that a thing to do in front of our guest?" She craned her pretty face forward slightly so that she could see mine and with a wry smile, said, "Oh, I beg your pardon!"

Somehow, I didn't believe her.

Soon, however, I had a suitable reward. The mouth of her cunt yawned open, the inner folds still engorged and a livid red. A thick dollop of cream rolled out of her secret recesses and was followed at once by another, mine mixed with his.

Delicious was the word. He was beating his meat as he watched and his face was flushed. I'm pretty sure that he, at that moment, would have changed places with me.

That done, we proceeded to the bedroom. He was ready for some heavy-duty, cock-in-cunt fucking. He climbed on board and plowed his cock into her, instructing me to suck his ass while he fucked her.

I parted his cheeks and snaked my tongue up him. This was what I'd been waiting for, but it was like trying to rim a bucking bronco bouncing on her as he was.

Sometimes he'd go at it more leisurely and I could ride the waves without losing my connection. Best of all, when he felt himself close to coming, he'd stop moving altogether and tell her to spread his cheeks apart. He'd groove on the ass eating for a while, then go at it with her again.

Once during the quieter moments, he dilated his ass to let me in further and I felt just the tasty nub end of something stiff at the tip of my tongue. There was something of real significance in there and my tonguing took on a new urgency.

He must have felt my touching it, for he smiled over his shoulder at me, his eyes again glittering like a cobra. I was transported by a kind of Transylvanian lust that glazed my eyes and banished thought. I ravished with my tongue as much of his treasure as I could reach. He tried to open more for me but her presence inhibited him. It was almost an agony not really to be able to get at it, but there was also a keen pleasure in the effort and the torment. The wishing, very often, is to be preferred to the getting.

There is little doubt that, had I been alone with him, he'd have given me a meal, and if he'd been willing to do it in front of her, I surely would have cooperated. Years later I had that delightful experience with another couple.

My romances with his bowels had really turned him on and he started fucking her violently. In less than two minutes he was in the home stretch and, suddenly pulling out of her, he hauled himself up over her face and squirted his load directly into her mouth, saying, "Don't swallow it-- hold it in your mouth, bitch."

He was a lusty fellow, for even after coming he was red hot. He ordered me to "come up here and see what this whore has in her mouth." With a thumb and a forefinger he pressed her jaws apart and I peeked in to see her tongue writhing in a sea of sperm and her teeth awash in it.

"Well, what are you waiting for," he said. "Go after it."

I leaned down, shoved three fingers up her snatch and covered her mouth with my own, my face and lips still redolent of his hairy asshole and its contents. I scooped, ladled, licked, and swabbed the interior of her mouth with my tongue, leaving scarcely a calorie's worth of nectar for her own delectation.

When I rose to face him, smiling at him with sticky lips, he was again very flushed and he said, "You are a degenerate son of a bitch, aren't you!"

He grabbed my head and kissed me squarely on the mouth and jammed his tongue in. He licked my mouth out. This was definitely my kind of guy.

Then, reasserting his ascendancy, he ordered me, "On your knees, pervert!"

When I did so he pointed his dick, holding it about an inch away from my mouth so she could see, and pissed a long, hot, yellow, and acid stream down my throat. This time her eyes were glittering.

We all rested for a brief time. They lay side by side on the bed smooching while I, coiled between their legs, nibbled chastely on his prick, her cunt, and his asshole. But these were goodbye kisses; soon my cab came and I left them.

The next day I was a bit uncomfortable about the way our encounter had gone. I called him to tell him that I feared that having shown so marked a preference for him, I might have hurt and/or offended her.

He told me not to worry about it, that the evening had gone exactly as he wanted it, explaining that a beautiful woman needs to be taken down a peg now and then.

Almost timidly, I suggested that it might be fun if just the two of us got together for some even more advanced fun. He declined, nicely but emphatically, explaining that he was very involved with her and didn't do anything without her.

I never saw them again, for soon afterwards I moved to the East coast, where, over the years, I have had a gratifying number of similar experiences.

Author Profile:  Boyd McDonald

Born in 1925 in South Dakota, Boyd McDonald entered Harvard as a high-school dropout after serving in the army in World War II. Jobs with Time, IBM, and several Wall Street firms preceded Boyd's career as a chronicler of gay sex. He was the founder and editor of Straight to Hell (alternatively the Manhattan Review of Cocksucking), and later published a number of anthologies of true sex histories. Boyd died in September 1993, two months after completing his final book, Scum.