A. Bissell - Doing It The Gay Way

"Too much," Mia giggled, weaving toward him, undulating her ass. She was starting to unfasten the upper half of her pants suit.

"Been a long time, baby," Cleve laughed, staring at Mia's bod. "Did you tell Candi we had a good fuck a while back?”

Mia blushed. "I think she knows it, big man. I just had to have some more of that thing!”

For a moment Candi was furious. She liked to be in charge of a sexual situation, she had not expected Mia to admit it right out, and she had not expected Cleve to act like such an asshole. And Cleve was not going to push that ugly big thing in her cunt, no matter what.

"Great!" Cleve laughed. He turned to Candi, eyeing her blouse and ass in the miniskirt. "You gonna fuck me tonight, too, baby?”

Oh, you sonotabitch! Candi thought, trying to smile. I'll boot your ass out of that apartment, I'll quit paying your fucking bills.

He saw the fire in her eyes and grinned. "Okay, sugar. I'll be a good boy." He started to stuff his prick back in his pants.

"Oh, don't!" Mia gurgled. "Just take off the rest of your clothes.”

"Yeah," he grinned, his cock standing almost at full stiffness. He loosened his belt and began to remove his sport shirt.

Candi controlled her temper. If she blew it, she would miss the fuck with Mia, and that was what this evening was all about as far as she was concerned.

"That was some entrance," she smiled at Cleve. "Let's have a drink and get things rolling.”

"Oh, right!" Mia exclaimed. She could hardly take her eyes away from his prick. "If Alvin came in a room like that I might enjoy screwing him!”

All three laughed. Candi twitched behind the convenient bar arrangement, which she had stocked earlier. Even partially drunk, Cleve was no fool; he was pretending they did fuck once in a while, he knew if she got really mad he would miss this chance to fuck Mia again. He was still basically a dirty young boy, easily handled, weak. A gigolo.

Candi mixed Cleve a very heavy drink, light ones for herself and Mia. Her hands trembled as she watched the beautiful honey-blonde slide her pants from her ass. The mini-panties were very sheer, so was her bra. Jeeeese, what a pair of knockers! Cleve was down to his briefs, his eyes hungry, his cock very high and hard, now. Mia's sexiness was drawing clear wetness out on his knob.

She's making my cunt wet, too, Candi thought, watching the two move up for their drinks. I wish it was just Mia and Nancy and met I'd blow my mind! I'm going to hate it when he pushes that big thing in Mia's cunt. She better not be rubbing cunts with some other broad…

Cleve had been asking about Nancy, of course. She had told the cute model to leave him strictly alone; she had no intention of letting him break that dainty cherry. She had a plan to do that job herself, at the right time with a certain piece of apparatus. Nancy was becoming a much better fuck!

Cleve was having a ball. Fortunately Alicia had taken an afternoon flight to Los Angeles to visit a woman friend' of hers, he had given her a good going away fuck. She was turning into a very fine piece of ass, she was nuts about him. He was nearly ready to move in for the kill, ask her to marry him. So, with a free Saturday night on his hands he had grabbed at the chance to pour more cock into Mia. If he did move into Alicia's palatial home for good, he would have to be very careful about his outside pussy. Alicia was sensual and greedy.

He had already explained to Alicia that he was not married to Candi; it was just an arrangement. This had delighted her. She had already brought him a set of golf clubs that had cost a bundle. He was nearly home, man.

Standing beside Mia at the refreshment bar, he slid his left arm around her naked waist and felt her shiver of response. Candi had removed her miniskirt and blouse, she was still behind the plank, showing off her cunt and tits and fine long legs-but she was doing it for Mia, naturally. He was sure Candi had never fucked a man in her life and didn't intend to.

On the drive out to the beach house, with some good expensive booze heating his blood and prick, he had almost decided to tell Candi off-but he needed another week or so to finish the plan with Alicia Walker. She was his ticket to high living. He could do a little golfing instruction to give the appearance of working. Alicia wanted him to keep fit and trim. She was so crazy about his prick she could hardly keep her hands to herself.

He had met Chris Logan, Alicia's young redheaded niece, and he knew he could get in her panties if the opportunity ever came up. Right now that was definitely a no-no, it might put his whole program down the tube. She had her eye on some of that big money, too.

"This should be a real fun evening," Mia giggled, snuggling up against him.

"Well, reach down and feel his prick, honey," Candi smiled, gazing at Mia's tits in the sheer, smoky bra.

Mia was shaky with excitement. A real threesome! The way Cleve had come into the beach house with his beautiful big prick dangling out had been just horribly sexy. She had fucked them both, so there was no reason to put on her shocked act. There were so many ways to go with two girls and one stud, and she could never have picked a better pair for it!

Alvin was so damned square, he didn't know what real fun was all about. If he made out with that lush young secretary of his, she wouldn't care-as long as she didn't lose her setup. He was a very good provider of luxuries. She had just imagined she was being tailed.

Trembling with anticipation, she dropped her right hand under the edge of the bar and closed her fingers around Cleve's rigid cock. Ohhhh, what a tool! His circling left hand eased up to her left breast, his hand undercupped it.

"Oh, that prick feels good!" she giggled.

"Why don't you two dance and rub around a little?" Candi smiled. She was really watching Cleve's fingers move on Mia's swelling tittie.

She's jealous, Mia thought deliciously. She doesn't act very interested in cock, she wants ME. She did give me the best girl-fuck I ever had. Tammy Clinger is okay, we had fun, but Candi does more for my glands. Ohhhh, hell! I kind of wish Candi would bang me before Cleve does. I dreamed about that long, hard clit of hers when I went off with Tammy!

Candi turned up the volume of the taped music coming from a stereo and Cleve steered Mia toward a shiny spot of uncarpeted floor. She turned, snuggling in close, feeling his prick up along her belly, right above her pantied, tingling cunt. Her achy, stiff-nippled tits in the thin bra poked at his chest. He buried his lips in her honey-blonde mane and breathed in her ear.

"I'm gonna shoot a load clear up between your eye balls, beautiful.”

"I hope I get lots of nice fucking first," she gurgled. "I sure missed you.”

"You will, baby," he chuckled. "I called a couple of times-you playing hard to get?" The tensing of his prick sent sweet shivers through her loins.

"I told you, Alvin's real suspicious, honey," she purred, arching her cuntmound at his nuts. "I sure don't want to lose my happy home.”

"You let me know the next time you can get away, baby," he murmured. "I'll bang you so many times you won't be able to walk.”

"Goody-good!" Mia breathed. Suddenly she was aware of Candi's nearness, and she figured the nitty-gritty was about to start!

"Cut," Candi said, tapping Cleve on the shoulder. He smiled weakly, and something about the way he gave in to his 'wife' decreased Mia's interest in him. He drew away obediently, walked toward the bar, and then Candi was sliding her rounded, slender bod in close. Her pantied cunt nestled deliciously against Mia's pussy, her sharp, hard tits thrust at Mia's tender boobs.

"Jeeeesus, I've really got a hard-on, honey!" Candi breathed, hunching. "I've been dreaming about that sweet, hot cunt of yours.”