Bob, Betty and Bi-Sex
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Author: Anon
[edit] Bob, Betty and Bi-Sex, Part One
I write for sex-obsessed folks like me, not for kids under 18, not for prudes or those ruled by prudes. So kids and prudes....leave!
I am a true bisexual, though people scoff at the entire idea. I have measured by responses to both sexes and while it tilts slightly in favor of women, the effects are equally strong. I have felt heart-pounding crushes for gals; not so much for guys. Guys have to be right there, pressed against me for that to occur.
I am blessed in my appearance and it gives me lots of attention plus the luxury of choice for sexual partners. I am committed to lots of sex; perhaps because I am still young: only twenty-one. But just being at that magical age does, itself, doesn't guarantee being delightfully pursued by both sexes, but if you can imagine a six footer, perfect skins on face and body, arresting turquoise eyes and crowned with a luxurious head of blond curls, you have a package that is irresistible to most humans.
An example of my appeal: yesterday I was in a New York City museum, which one is unimportant. I was taking a leak at one of the open urinals, one of sixteen (I count everything). A slim Asian lad came into the men's room, empty except for we two. He glanced at me, took the urinal, two away from me, a choice that was not normal. A straight guy would have taken the one farthest away and turned to hide his stuff. But not my neighbor, he opened his belt, dropped his pants below his balls, took out his fawn-colored prick, shook it, as if he was an office seeker and proceeded to let it hang, unemployed for a long time. He stared at me. When I allowed my eyes to turn toward him, he lifted his eyebrows and gestured toward my cock that was just emitted the last few drops. I knew immediately what he was asking, silent movie style. I nodded, the boy was young, cute and charmingly bold. He feel to his knees, stuck out his tongue, licked my stuff in a friendly, how-to-you-do fashion. He noted that I stiffened up, and considered that as an invitation and began a vigorous suck. He was fucking good at his chosen job. In less time than I would have preferred, I moaned softly, gave two grunts, and delivered the goods; lots of it. He swallowed gamely, but when he rose there were dots of my essence on his tan chin. He mumbled a spooge-blubbling thanks, zipped and left. That was nice, I was satisfied, at least for the next hour.
I walked along an exhibit of Greek and Roman statues. Shit, these guys were great, though small prick-wise. I loved their noses, especially. Those straight, strong things that went right up to the forehead without the usual dips that ours do. I think maybe my nose is a little like that. Anyway as I rounded a very large, perhaps eight-foot statue of a young athlete I encountered a young man around the ass-of the statue that is-a lovely muscular ass. I generally prefer pert ones, but there is a lot to say for big ones.
This young man stopped me in my tracks. You remember I told you that I get that effect from gals, not guys, but this was different. For a moment I couldn't breathe and I think I let out a little sound. He glanced as me and walked away. There must have been something about this boy that affected me so. He was about my age, beardless, his face devoid of character lines, his hair cropped close, large eyes with untrimmed eyebrows and a muscular physique. I took him to be a little shorter than me. He was wearing a wife-beater, exposing big arm muscles and thick forearms. A crazy thought came to me: he greatly resembled an action figure I had as a child. Perhaps that was his effect on me. As he walked away, shit, he had that large, big-cheeked ass like the statue.
I did something I have never done before: I followed him. He was way down the end of the passageway leading to the French impressionist exhibit. I saw him enter. I entered. He was sitting on a bench and looking at one of the paintings. I started at the door and slowly made my way from painting to painting, pretending to study them. Now normally in my life, my looks would attract and I wouldn't have to do anything but just wait. No so with GI Joe. He continued to stare at the painting, then took out a notebook and wet a pencil and made some notes. Nice tongue I thought, long, and bright pink. He was a healthy bugger. But the bugger paid me no attention whatsoever. Then he got up and walked out. I followed shamefully. Shit, I was now a full-fledged stalker.
I lost him in the maze of the passages, but found him against looking at an Egyptian mummy of a princess. I joined him. Now or never. "A charming wrap, don't you think?" I cracked, hoping it was funny.
He laughed briefly. What a sound, deep, crackly and penis stiffening. "I think it needs a cleaning before the ball. No?"
It was my turn to guffaw, I muffed it, sounding giggly. He turned toward me and projected his full manliness in my direction. It was so powerful, I had to take one step back. "You following me, guy?"
"I...I...I, yes I am. There is something about you that fascinates me." Wow, that was risky. I might sound like a molester, which I wish I was and could, at least toward him.
"You want to pick me up, is that the idea?"
"Yes." This couldn't be me, me who everyone wants to bed.
He studied me. He even walked around behind me, as if I was a statue. Finally he said, "Nice."
"What's nice, my ass."
"All of you. The whole package is nice. My sister would love you."
"Sister, I was kinda thinking....you."
"What's your name?"
"Craig," I said.
He held out a ham-like hand. "Bob."
There is something about his hand, it made my normal hand feel small, it also was smooth and warm. I became aware that my cock was pushing out the white, short-shorts, I was wearing and he noticed and smiled.
"I don't make it with boys....usually, unless it is in a three-some, but you are a nice one. Would you like to come up to my apartment and meet my sister, Betty?"
"Sure. A three-some is toothsome to me."
He put his arm on my shoulder. "Hey, you're fun. It's just down the block, a white-stone."
It was quite a place, a lot of money here, I thought. He used his key, we entered the little lobby and a two-person elevator was waiting. We squeezed in. It was intimate, I could smell him: a mixture of showered-that-morning body odor and a lemony scent. I was a little dizzy from him or the cologne.
The elevator was a slow one, but I enjoyed every moment, finally it stopped with a sharp jump and I fell against Bobby's bulgy arm. It was smooth against my bare arm and I got a more concentrated whiff of his smell. He pushed me to a vertical position with his big hands. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. We stepped out into a tasteful foyer, a Chinese vase on a black lacquer table, one framed picture of a Chinese letter that I hoped meant happy sex. "It means long life," Bob said, reading my mind. He called out in his basso, "Betty, you decent, I have fresh meat here."
Oh no, I thought. This might turn out to be an unpleasant experience. I might be drugged or raped. Who are these people? What a dope I am to follow my cock to this strange place, but then Betty come into the foyer, her family's characteristically large hand proffered. "Oh you are gorgeous. Bobbie has such good taste. Come in, Martini's at the ready."
Betty was the absolute female version of Bob. She was not so chucky, rather just strong, like a female athlete. She was dressed in black shorts and a simple white blouse. I could see her strong lets. She also had the smooth face with no character lines and she kept her eyebrows thick. I noted that her eye color was the same as Bob's, dark brown. Both Betty and Bob spoke in an accent that suggested that English was not their first language. Later I found out a lot about them. They were born a year apart. Betty was the elder. She described them as fraternal twins with Bobbie being a late arrival. Yes they were born in Sweden. "We studied English beginning with first grade. "You have to, no one is gong to learn Swedish."
She poured the drinks. I sat down on an easy chair and sipped my drink. "Bob is too young to drink, at nineteen. Say you are too Betty. However, I am perfectly legal."
Bob asked if I am careful to do everything legal. "Why do you ask?"
"How about trying our water bong?"
Now I don't do drugs and don't drink much. It cuts down on sexual abilities, but what the hay,
Bob busied himself in packing the bowl and filling the water holder. "I use lavender flavoring."
While he did that, I got the third degree from Betty who moved over and sat on the arm of my chair. This put her in a position to touch me a lot. Her reactions to my remarks caused lots of touching and before long I was beginning to breathe deeply.
I told her that I graduated Princeton with a MBA and now worked in my father's brokerage house. "My, my, so young, only twenty one, you must have skipped grades. So handsome for a smart boy."
I was going to answer something stupid when Bob shoved the mouthpiece into my mouth. I took a drag. It was nice and cool and the favoring helped. As I held the smoke and handed the mouthpiece to Bob, I found that I was smiling. Betty noticed. "See Craig this is happy stuff. Our boy here is real happy. Aren't you darling? Take off your shoes and socks and wiggle your cute Ivy League toes for us. Stupidly I obeyed. I'm not sure why, but I felt really comfortable with them.
Another pull on Puff the Magic Dragon and I noticed that I was feeling warm. After all my shoes were off, now came my shirt. Ah, the AC in the room made my nipples harden, but it felt nice. "Where's Bob?" I slurred.
"He's in the shower. This shit really gets to him and he'll have to take a short nap. But sweetie, I'm here to entertain you."
I felt so tired I could hardly hold the pipe mouthpiece. Betty held it for me. That was nice, I rested my head against the pillow of the couch. "I heard Betty say, "I want to kiss that soft baby mouth. Is that okay?"
I lisped, "Sure" and I saw her smooth face hovering in front of me. I closed my eyes. I felt the warm lips against mine and I dove into the sensation, hurling myself into a swirling pattern of horny sensation. The lips were insistent. A tongue forced its way into my mouth and licked my tongue avidly. Then it was removed. I looked up, there was Bob naked, his long pale cock pointing at me, the head bore a large bead of pre cum.
"Come on queer, suck it."
I was feeling almost hypnotized, unable to resist his command. His cock head rested on my lips. I could taste his pre cum, sweet and sour at the same time. "Open your mouth blondie." He slapped my face hard bringing tears to my eyes. I docilely took the flesh rod into my mouth. "Thanks that's the way. Is this your first time?"
I nodded, waggling his cock as my head moved. "You've been spoiled by hungry queers, now you can find out what they loved so much. Now suck hard, like you mean it."
I was just like all the ones who gave in to me. I sucked like a bitch, moaning in pleasure. Then I felt Betty's hands opening up my pants. She had something on her hands, lube, I think, and she began wanking me.
I was bucking my hips trying to get more feeling from her hands. Bob was beginning to make grunting noises. He called to his sister. "Bet, stick your finger in my ass hole. I'm going to cum."
His sperm jetted into my mouth in several large splashes. I swallowed it like a baby with a bottle. When he finished he patted my head. "Good work curly, now let's tend to dear Bet."
"Okay Bobbie," I said in a small voice, "but I haven't cum yet"
"I don't give a shit. Get busy on Bet's sweet pussy."
Betty lay on the couch, her legs up in the air. I knelt down and licked the inside of her thighs, "Do more, you wimp," scolded Bob, slapping me on the ass. "It's a nice ass, though." He began stroking between my ass cheeks. I moaned in appreciation. He rubbed my ass hole. I moaned louder into Betty's hole. Then he jabbed his finger inside and felt for my prostate. When he found it, he began rapidly stroking it until I involuntarily went into my orgasm, "Haw, that's just the way my doctor does it when he wants a sperm sample. I hope you enjoyed it. Now get back to Betty's oyster," My cock was still dripping from my cum.
I dove into her cunt, already wet with salty dew and began swirling my tongue around, finding her hot button I narrowed my tongue and lashed at it until she began to make singing noises. She was on her way. I fucked her with my tongue until she clamped her strong athletic legs trapping my head in a headlock. She released as her final pulsations lessened.
We all quieted down. I sat up on the couch, Bob was sitting on a chair across from me and Betty had donned her terry robe and sat near me. "Well," Bob said, "That was nice. You did good, boy, but I think we ought to call it a night. I should invite you for dinner, but I am just beat fella, okay?"
I nodded stupidly and got up and put my clothes on.
"You can find your way out can't you? Oh, here's my card. If you feeling lonely or horny call us."
He took a card from a holder on an end table and gave it to me. "Bye, bye."
As I headed out the door I saw Bob pick Betty up and put her on his lap and was kissing her neck. I don't know what kind of creeps I fell in with, but I needed fresh air.
End Part One
Do you think that Craig will never see them? Wait for part two.
[edit] Bob, Betty and Bi-Sex Part Two
I was playing games with Bob's card. I put it in a drawer, then took it out and put it on my dresser, finally it landed back in my pocket. I was going through an arid sexual period, unusual for me. My thought kept returning to the evening I spent with Bob and Betty. I had never had such a vivid experience before. The sex was absolutely mind shattering. The cum was the strongest I ever felt. The intimacy with the two was affecting; being both emotional and humiliating. Now the humbling may have been what made the event so strong in memory.
The smart thing was to chalk everything to experience and destroy the card. That was what a sane guy would do. I did the opposite. Three days later I called the number. Bob answered in his confident deep voice. "Ah sweet Craig. I knew you would call again, they always do, but you waited three whole days, you are strong kiddo. I guess you're hard right now, maybe waiting for orders, yes?"
I hadn't been prepared for this insolence and almost hung up. "Just wanted to say hello."
"Yeah, do you always throw around fucking lies? Why don't you come out with it? You're hungry for more of the Bobbie and Betty brand of sex."
"I would like to see you and Betty."
"Tell you what blondie, we have a guest coming for dinner tonight, why don't you join us, six for drinks, seven for getting off, Hah. When you arrive the foyer will be dark. Drop your clothes out there and knock on the door to the apartment. We'll take it from there."
When I hung up the phone, I realized that my hand was shaking violently and I could hardly catch my breath. My cock was pushing out my shorts and actually hurting from the stiffness. I resisted relieving myself and took a long bath and then a nap.
I cabbed over to the three-story white stone near the museum. As I walked to the two steps down to the grilled door I realized that I was shaking all over. Maybe I should turn around and go home, but the lure of a sexual adventure made me ring the bell. Betty's alto voice came through the speaker clear and loud. "Is that you Craig baby, doors unlocked, come in and take the elevator to the third floor."
I alit at the same foyer as previously. I noted, as I undressed, according to orders, that mine were the only clothes in the small anteroom. That mean the others undressed inside. I had a crazy idea that I would enter and I would be the only nude one, but as soon as I tapped on the door, Bob opened it. He was naked, his cock was sticking out hard and he had a soft, sort of silly look on his face. I guess he had been at his hookah. He put his arm around me and kissed my cheek. "So glad you're here. I've been telling Peter, our Swedish cousin about you. I thought we'd play and drink a bit before dinner. I ordered it in from one of New York's best caterers, it will be here at seven." While he talked, he massaged my ear lobe. This was getting me hot. My prick wasn't hard, but it was hanging big.
The room was dimmed and a few red lights were on. Across the room I saw Betty lying down with a very tall young man stretched out on her. Bob slapped the kid's ass and he looked up and smiled. "I take it that that heavenly boy is the guest." He spoke in a strong British accent as many Swedes do. He stood up. Shit, he was about six feet six, very lean, every muscle showing due to the lack of fat. He had a big cock surrounded with a mass of light brown hair, but the rest of him seemed hairless.
He came over to me and put his arms around me. Whew, this was heavy stuff. His full lips pressed hotly on my mouth and he got into a strong smooch until I staggered back from the effect. He laughed at me and patted my rump like an old friend.
I wasn't sure how this setup would play out. I began to see the drift as Peter lay down on a nearby couch and called me over. "Pretty Craig, would you kiss my back. I love that."
He had acres of back to kiss, smooth, pale white/pink and lean. I got to work. I have never done anything like this before and I enjoyed every moment, especially because I was having a strong effect on him. He was crooning deliciously and I could see from his parted legs that he had a strong erection. My kissing travels took me to the gentle rise of his buttocks. He wiggled as I kissed the dimple on each side. I paused now, not ready to go much further. He sensed it and turned around. "Would you like to munch on my balls now?"
"Okay," I said. He had a big ball sac with plums inside. I took each one separately and sucked and licked. He was moaning happily. This was a whole new world for me. It is closest I've ever been to gonards.
"Wait!" he called out. "Stop! I'm getting close to shooting."
I stopped and he got up, still panting from my ball play. He turned me on my back and lifted my legs and put them on his bony hips. Now I really like Swedes. I like their meatballs, their massage etc., but they sure are pushy. You just can't say no to them.
I lay on my back with my heels propped on his hips. This put my ass in an elevated position. His big Stockholm sausage was quivering at my tender, virgin hole. "Peter, please back your peter off. I have never been entered and I hadn't planned it until my first operation for piles."
He threw his head back and laughed uproariously. He called to Better and Bob. "Did you hear that. Come over kiddies and watch this beauty get reared and loving it."
"I doubt that," I said in a choked voice.
I could hardly finish the phrase when he stuck the head in and then pushed hard and in a moment my sphincter was surrounding his cock shaft and the owner of the sphincter (me) was howling with pain and indignation.
"Shut up, Craig," Bob said. "In a minute you'll be begging for him to fuck you hard. I know you are a natural bottom, you just haven't found your place in the sexual world."
Peter was grunting and pushing in then pulling out. Suddenly his position charged because Betty was licking his asshole. The position change put his meat against my prostate. My head reared up. "What was that?"
Bob came close to me. "You feel something you like?"
I could only moan a reply, I was entering the gates of heaven and the angel's song was my crooning of delight. "Oh you Swedish shit, stop fooling around, get to it, fuck me faster and harder."
"Okay you American bitch-boy, you want it, you got it."
He commenced to fuck like a wild man his hoard breathing filling the room. Suddenly he screeched, "Shit, I can't stop the cum. Here it comes." He threw his head back, screwed his face into a horrible masque and clenched his eyes shut. His body began to shake, almost like a seizure, then it began like an enema to my poop hole. The searing hot spooge became a switch for me to start my orgasm. With a loud shout I began to pour my own sperm on my chin and chest. Bob and Betty clapped their hands with glee. Remarking how cute I was when I came.
Poor Peter slid out and slid to the floor exhausted, I lay on the couch with heaving breaths.
The telephone rang, the catering truck was downstairs. Bob told them to come up and then laughed as we scrambled to get into our clothes.
Two waiters arrived and set up the table. The menu was superb. They told Betty what was in the various plate covers and then they left. "Should we eat in the nude?" Betty asked, "Everyone was quiet a moment, then we chorused "Why not?"
So we were back in the buff. ":Careful," Bob said, don't drop anything hot on your fundamentals, we may need them later. But as the meal wore on, we all realized they we were tired and in an hour the party ended.
As I said goodbye to the "twins" at the foyer door, Bob asked me if I am going to lure any boys into sex now that I learned the other side of the equation.
Betty answered for me, "Craig's going to lure them, then do them. Will they be surprised."
Peter called from across the room, "Once fucked, always looking for it again. Just call here and we will put you out of your misery."
I vowed never to sae Bob or Betty or Peter again, but what I found out about myself that night changed the way I experienced sex.
End
But one of them wanted to see him and that is in Part three
[edit] Bob, Betty and Bi-Sex Part Three
Two weeks went by. I was a monk during that period. I was careful not to bring about any encounters with boys, and I never picked through my little black book to go on a straight date. I immersed myself in work. I had the most successful period of any time before and that was partially soothing.
I live in a studio on the West side. It's a good building and a good address but I have the cheapest apartment in the building. The location is rear, first floor. I got home last Tuesday about eight. I worked late and totally forgot to eat. There wasn't much in the apartment frig so I put my shoes back and headed out for a quick bite. As I opened the outside door of the building I encountered Betty. We both looked surprised. "Do you know someone in the building?" I asked.
"Yes, you. I was just about to try you on the bell panel."
"Oh, I was just going out to eat. Would you join me?"
Well this was going to change where I eat. There was a nice French style caf� about a block away. I noted that she was dressed very dramatically. Tall, strong girls can get away with vibrant colors and wild scarves. She also was a hat wearer. I always loved girls in hats. Hers was a wide brimmed felt hat that cut across her forehead and brought out her dark intense eyes.
As we walked, she took my arm and set her stride to match mine. "How is Bob?
"He's on a trip to home with Peter. They are both in an enterprise to import some silver objects, perhaps to open a retail store. I don't know too much about it, it bores me."
"Here's the caf�. I'm staved, have you had supper yet?"
"Actually I am not hungry but I'll have a brandy and coffee and watch you eat."
"I can't say that would embarrass me, after all you there isn't much you haven't seen in my natural functions."
My food came, I ate with my best table manners, Betty had two brandies so far and it softened her strong features, blurred them delightfully.
Betty put down her glass sharply and I looked up. "You think you're gay don't you?"
Speaking softly, I said, "Well I sucked a cock and I got fucked in the ass. What do you think?"
"I think you are like the prisoner who has strong sexual appetites and has sex with males there. Then when he gets out, he resumes straight sex. Thanks what I think. Besides, I have had sex with you and I know a real man when I feel one."
I was strangely pleased with her evaluation. "But, notwithstanding prison how many straight guys would have done what I did. Frankly, it has rocked me badly. I am celibate at the moment, trying to figure it all out."
"Knowing you, you must be a horny goat now."
"No my work has absorbed me lately."
"Craig, you don't understand your own sexuality. You are, at least in this part of your young life, intensely sexual. Your sexuality has your entire body in its grasp, your lips, your hands, your ass, your cock. You got yourself into this state because you have been, before meeting us, as a passive recipient so part of you got truncated. Now, at least two weeks ago, you awakened that sleeping giant. Wait, let me ask you. Are you hard right now?"
I stuttered when I answered. Somehow I felt like I was the little boy with his hand in the cookie jar. "Y-y-e-e-s."
She took my hand. Her large smooth hand had the ability to communicate her feelings and an electric current ran through my body. I looked into her eyes, "Let's go back to my room."
We walked quickly, not talking, as if talking would break the exquisite mood of impending sex. When we entered my place, I kissed her. It was as I remembered, a dive into unknown depths, scary, yet familiar. I removed her blouse. She was one of those girls who had compact breasts and wore only an undershirt or sports bra. Her skin shone pale ivory in the one lamp on in the room. She removed my shirt and caressed my chest, rubbing over my nipples, making them stiff. My breath was labored and a few times I forgot to breath.
We finished undressing ourselves. The studio had no bed, I guess she always flipped out the futon. We moved to the closed futon and she pushed me on my back and straddled my thighs. She leaned down and we kissed again, I could feel her moist cunt rubbing against my upper legs. Suddenly, in the middle of the kiss she cried out. I lifted her head slightly. She saw the questioning look on my face. "I'm a little ashamed to say that I just came. Not a big one, but a hot one. Sweet, you really turn me on. You did from the moment you walked in to our apartment with Bobbie. The light caught your golden hair. You looked like a naughty angel. Right now I want a real old fashioned fuck."
My cock was already hard and wanting. She moved up and lifted slightly, then settled down on me, crooning as I entered her. Then she just sat there, moving her hips like a rider posting. I caused me to enter and then slightly leave, all the time getting stimulated and rubbed by her clit. Her eyes were rolling upwards again and she sing out and laughed crazily. "Oh hell, another one. You are killing me sweetly."
"I don't know how long I can hold on. You have me brimming, at the peak. Tell you what, let me get on top and we'll gallop. Okay?"
She groaned in expectation. "Yeah, do it."
She lay on her back and spread her fine athletic legs, her vagina half open, waiting. I got on my knees and aimed my pulsing cock for her wet lips and slowly sunk in, feeling her inner lips yield and then caress my shaft. It was delicious and filled me with a strange torpor as I began a slow, almost labored fuck. Even when I was half out of her lips, she still followed slightly and they hugged my prick. Suddenly she convulsed into a really big orgasm, her face contorted, her body heaving. I loved it. To be part of a beautiful effect was the best part of fucking. She relaxed and smiled. I stopped fucking, letting her regroup. Then unexpectedly she began urging me to continue by pushing her hips back and forth, impaling me deeply. I could feel my own orgasm just around the corner, signaled by a sensation I had never felt before: a fluttering of the underside of my penis. I made a warning sound; she understood. "Go for it."
I began a hard slamming. I was half out of it. I dimly heard her orgasm several times. When my ejaculation commenced, she had tear rolling down her cheeks from her intense cums. I flooded her with soothing spooge. Finally my sperm shots were over. I stayed inside her, reluctant to leave this seat of pleasure, but she shifted slightly, and I lost some hardness, and I slipped out. We both looked into each other's eyes and then we laughed like kids.
"That was excellent, American boy. You are one hot fuck," she said kissing my hand.
Later we drank some ice tea from the fridge. I sat with her on the couch, my arm around her shoulder. We were dressed now. "So, what does this mean""
"Damned if I know. I always liked sex. This didn't change me, except I found a great partner who is always welcome. We can be fuck buddies. But you, you have morphed from someone who treated his sexual partners like adjuncts to masturbation. Huh? Am I right?"
"Maybe. There is a lot to sort out. I will be thinking a lot for the next few days. Not to be disloyal, but I'd like to try out my new sexuality with others."
"Sure, do it. But I want to hear about it. I'm a bit of a curious voyeur."
"Now about Bob..."
"Don't worry, he never gets jealous, especially with my lovers. I know he considers you a friend already, not a lover, so there is nothing to give up."
"Sounds good, but no more mass fucking. I like it to be you and me, if we do it in the future."
"Oh, sorry about that. I had planned to get another girl involved." She grinned at me.
"I can handle it."
I left my agreement hanging. I don't think she knew if I meant if or not. I didn't either. A strong kiss and I was off.
End