Her, Her, and Me

It’s no secret that I enjoy the company of a woman that likes women, but there is much more to having a good threesome than just finding two bisexual women. There needs to be chemistry, sexual attraction, and a commitment by everyone involved to bring all parties to an orgasmic conclusion. Recent studies say that 1 out of 4 women are or have been interested or curious about sexual interaction with other women. My job is to seek out those women and introduce them to each other.

Fantasia, one of the coolest women I’ve ever met, is my obvious choice for most of the bi-curious women I meet, granted they fit in her range. You can’t start a car club with Lamborghini’s and Dodge Neon’s, stuff needs to match up; so make sure you keep the women in the same class. She trust my judgment, minus that horrible threesome we had with Ms. Dry Pussy, so all I have to do is tell her I have one on deck and she’s ready. Worst case scenario, we just end up 1-on-1.

Her scheduled partner was Dimples, who had never had a sexual experience with a woman, but was curious to see what would happen. Dimples and I got in a few times, more like 20, so I knew she had a nice skill set to bring to the table. The only issue was actually getting her there since she has the tendency to cancel without notice.

Wait, I’m moving too fast. Before any of the meeting and greeting occurred, I had to actually show them to each other. Best method, facebook. After checking her out, Fantasia gave her approval, “she’s pretty,” she said in an instant message. Dimples shared her sentiments and from there, I got the green light. Now catching back up to the action…

Fantasia and I sat in my room, patiently waiting for Dimples to arrive before we made our way to the room. Finally, late as usual, Dimples called and said she was pulling up. I introduced them briefly for the first time face to face and neither of them seemed interested in the other. After exchanging “Hey’s,” in typical female fashion, they became glued to their cellphones. This happens EVERY TIME I introduce women though; I guess it’s the awkwardness of not knowing someone.

Dimples followed Fantasia and I to the room where they initially sat on separate beds and returned to their facebook/twitter zombie like modes. “I’m hungry,” I announced, which initially was ignored by both of them. “Hello,” I said in a more stern voice. “I am too,” Fantasia finally responded. “Where do yall want to go?” I asked. I wasn’t going to go anywhere I didn’t want to go, but I was open for suggestions since everyone was paying their own way.

We ended up at Big Boy, although it’s common knowledge that I prefer Logan’s over everything in the world. As I opened the door for both of them, it seemed like everyone’s eyes were on us. I’m probably giving myself too much credit, as people usually just look up when people come in the door anyway, but it seemed to more than glances, particularly from the black customers. No more than 15 seconds after sitting down, I said, “we should have gone to Logans.” “Well why didn’t we?” Fantasia asked back. That was all I needed to hear as I handed the menus back to the waitress and made a quick dash back to my car.

Now we are where we belong, Logans Roadhouse. Don’t hate.  2 for $13.99, it’s a movement. Logans seems to bring me and anyone who is there with me (minus that girl last year who ordered some liquor) together very quickly and this time was no different. After a few minutes, Fantasia and Dimples turned into BFF’s. Anytime you get women talking about hair and makeup, they seem to form instant bonds. Dimples wears makeup on the regular, sometimes, much too caked on for my liking, but when it’s light, it does enhance her features. We laughed at the couple behind us as they fed each other and smiled. They looked as if they were in their 40′s, but had the innocent infatuation of young teenagers. It looked like one of those magical dates; the kind where the location doesn’t matter because you’re just so happy being around the other person. I want that with one woman…one day…but damn sure not this one.

It’s time to fuck. As much as I enjoy the friendship of these women, I didn’t bring them here to laugh at whatever foolery we saw on tv. I wanted to bust some nuts…PLURAL. I took a moment to notice two problems: A) All the females in the room had their clothes on and B) All the females in the room had their clothes on. “Take those pants off,” I demanded, speaking to Fantasia. “You too,” I directed towards Dimples. They laughed and conceded as I got my Speilburg on.

With both of them on the bed, top and bottom less, I began un-snapping bras, while Fantasia’s hands removed my dick from my boxers. I felt her kissing the tips as I brought Dimples closer to me. I had to go into this with a game plan knowing that it takes more to make Dimples achieve an orgasm than it does for Fantasia. They went back and forth, exchanging my dick from their mouths, adding more saliva while my erection grew stronger. I was ready.

First up, Fantasia. “Bend over,” I instructed. “You lay right there,” I told Dimples, pointing to the spot on the bed right in front of Fantasia. No more talking was needed. Fantasia grabbed Dimples thighs and went in. Sucking and licking her clit as I smiled from ear to ear. It took me a minute to even remember I was supposed to be fucking and not watching, but once I remembered, I skipped all that slow stroke shit and went in for the Kimbo Slice. I broke Fantasia down in a few strokes, so I had to ease up so she could continue to eat Dimples.

Next up, switch. Dimples, assume the position. She’s new to this eating pussy thing, so I had to take it a little slower on her, or so I thought. She quickly demanded that I fuck her harder and she never moved her head away from Fantasia’s box. More strokes, ass moving, driving me crazy. Switch. Dimples, ride that shit. Fantasia, sit that pussy on my tongue. I’m being rode simultaneously. I can’t talk shit because my mouth is full of pussy. Dimples is riding hard, Fantasia is gliding. I’m blind, relying on my ears to hear what’s going on. Moans, longer moans, even longer moans. Damn.

Switch. Fantasia’s on her back. Missionary. She’s wet to the point you can see her dripping. I slide in and tell Dimples to sit on her face, facing me. As I went in and out of Fantasia, I watched Dimples face go crazy while her vagina was being penetrated by Fantasia’s tongue. I leaned over to nibble on Dimples nipples, but I soon felt the urge to cum. Stop. Switch.

Dimples, lay on your back. Put one of those legs up on my shoulder. Fantasia got up to sit on the other bed and watched. Her eyes were glazed over with lust as she watched me fuck the shit out of Dimples. Just as I started to feel myself about to cum, I got up and let Dimples ride me. Fantasia came over to the bed to offer up her breast for kissing, while rubbing on Dimples nipples. As Dimples started to grind harder, I knew I couldn’t hold it anymore, so I let her get it out.

Now I’m satisfied, temporarily. I take a sip of my Gatorade G2 and get right back to it. Ok, it was more like 30 minutes later, but that was only because Jimmy Fallon was on and Fantasia and I love that show. We replayed act 1 and Dimples left afterwards. I had sex with Fantasia one more time before we fell asleep and once again when we woke up.

I haven’t seen Dimples since that night. Come to find out, she’s had multiple other ALL FEMALE threesomes since our encounter, with 2 FINE ASS girls none the less. I felt kind of betrayed at first, seeing as though I’d give my pinky finger to fuck the girls she got it in with, but I can’t really be greedy. It was a nice run while it lasted. As for Fantasia and I, she’s actually a friend, so we talk regardless. I’d love my next threesome to be with Teresa and Tsunami, but it’s more likely to be with Piggy and Fantasia, or perhaps my neighbor and Tsunami. Decisions, decisions.

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Author: The Undresser

Black, Single, and Not Looking. Enjoys grilled salmon, cold glasses of water, and grocery shopping at Meijer. Likes women with nice ass to waist ratios, Reese Cups, and watching Real Time with Bill Maher. Dislikes cigarettes, littering, and disobedient children.

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