A. Bissell - Doing It The Gay Way

Bracing her torso high, looking down at the twisting, beautiful face of Mia, those high, full tits, Candi started into her short strokes. What she had waited for and dreamed about for too many long days was starting to happen! She had taken this beauty from Cleve, she had more to offer than that tucker did with all his skill.

The sweet mash of Mia's heated pussy, the shake of her long, lush, superb thighs on Candi's restless hips and waist, the sudden lift of her beautiful ass, her fierce moan of need, the claw of her fingers on Candi's shoulders, started the fun! Heavenly twinges of lust drew along her legs to her busy ass!

"Ohhh, fuuuuuuuk, shiiiiit!" Candi whined, jabbing her clit swiftly. "I'm coming off in your cunt, honey! Blow your mind, get your sweet fun-gun OFF!”

"Nnnnn-ohh, oh, oh, ohh!" Mia cried, her cunt fluttering around Candi's driving girlie prick. "Ohh, yes, yes! Here it commmmmmmmmes!”

Candi shouted! It was as if a hot poker had been jammed into her ass! The searching, surging pounds of her comejoy tore her whole pelvis! Each beat seemed to stiffen her clit even more, it was pouring hot honey into the sweetest cunt in the world…

Ronnie Lemm, dressed for fun in a wild red boudoir outfit, looked down at her mother, Sally, who was seated on the living room sofa. Sally was very excited at the prospect of getting some real live prick, her pale pink ensemble contrasted voluptuously against her dark coloration.

"He should be here any minute," Ronnie smiled, gazing at her mother's big thrusting tits in the lacy confinement.

"Hon, you think he'll really want to luck me, too?" Sally gurgled.

"I showed him that snapshot of you in bra and panties and he really looked," Ronnie giggled: "He likes colored pussy.”

They both laughed. It was Wednesday evening. On Monday Ronnie had shown Alvin the photos she had taken at the beach house with infra-red film, with Candi and Mia locked in a Lesbian embrace. Getting in a back door had been no problem after tailing the lush blonde to the rendezvous with Candi and Cleve. Alvin had been furious, and he had kicked his wife out. Mia had moved into Candi's apartment. Cleve had disappeared, but the word was that Candi had booted his butt from the duplex, and. he was living with a filthy rich widow named Alicia Walker. She was evidently going to marry the fucker.

After Alvin had cooled his nuts a day, Ronnie had invited him to the house she shared with Sally for an evening of exploration. He had gladly accepted, he wanted to meet Sally… He wanted more of Ronnie's hot cunt.

Ronnie had the stereo going, she had bottles and fixings laid out; she and Sally had already taken a couple of highballs apiece, the lights were down low and they had two bedrooms all ready and waiting.

"You should've seen the expression on his face when I said we both wanted to party with him," Ronnie smiled.

"I hope he ain't too square, honey," Sally giggled. She wiggled her tongue between her thick, protruding lips and opened her full, rich thighs. "I really got a hard-on.”

Ronnie had purposely denied her mother a good fuck the past several days, she wanted Sally to have a real head of steam when Alvin showed. Of course, Sally had probably been humping one of her dildoes. Or fucking Anna Land…

"Mine's getting up, too;" Ronnie laughed. She twitched her ass and outcurved her tits; Sally's black eyes roved greedily along Ronnie's slender, boyish figure.

"Oh, shit," Sally breathed, undulating her plump ass on the sofa. "Let's have a quickie before he gets here. I'm dyin' for a nice, hot fuck.”

"Cool it, baby," Ronnie laughed, shivering herself. The memory of Alvin's prick sliding in her snug, twitching cun! ran richly through her mind. On her visit to his office they had had no opportunity to lay it on, but he had kissed her and squeezed her ass, and out in the parking lot behind his building she had slipped her hand beneath her miniskirt and played herself into a sweet, stinging orgasm. Some broad, walking by Ronnie's car, had looked suspiciously.

"Having fun?" the broad had asked, winking.

"Oh, go play with your own cunt," Ronnie had shot back.

Well, tonight would be different! Playfully, she reached down and cupped one of Sally's thinly-hugged tits. The long nipple began to stiffen. They were both long past feeling any guilt about enjoying themselves together. A hot pussy had no conscience.

Sally gasped, reaching for Ronnie's crotch. Before they could continue the sex play, the sound of a car parking in front whirled Ronnie toward the door.

Walking quickly toward the house shared by Sally and Ronnie, Alvin felt a warm tingling in his cockhead. The upset of the last day or two, the bad scene with Mia when he had told her to split, the frustrations of business and being alone again, had put a hard core of lust in his groin.

For courage, he had stopped at a comer bar on the way over and gulped down a quick double shot. He had been thinking about Ronnie and her young, slender body, her fine snug cunt, all day long. He had resisted the temptation to take his secretary, Joan Meadows, into his back office and pour some prick to her. She was quite aware that he had cut things off with Mia, she figured she would soon be on the high pillow. She wasn't in it with Ronnie, and the snapshot of Ronnie's mother, a full mulatto, sexily posed in bra and panties, had given him one hell of a charge. If she was half the fuck Ronnie was he would flip his wig.

A threesome with a mother and daughter team! he thought, trembling. I've heard of it, but I sure never figured I'd get IN on a deal like that. I'll have to use my hands and mouth more than my prick!

Before he could knock the door swung open, a wave of perfume and pussy aroma knifed his senses, he saw Ronnie in a red, sheer negligee thing, and he was so excited he could hardly talk. His cock began to swell in his shorts.

"Get in here, stud," Ronnie giggled, reaching around him to close the door and lock it. She waved her hand at her mother. "This is Sally, Alvin. She wants a party.”

Alvin stared at Sally and grinned. Her black eyes went to his basket, then up along his body. Her big tits looked ready to burst out of their thin, lacy cups, her rich, full thighs were half-opened, made more alluring by thin panties and a kind of pink filmy wrapper. Her naked, animal appeal hit him in the nuts, just the way Ronnie's more slender chassis did.

"I'm gonna enjoy this," Sally giggled. She made an O of her thick lips, she wiggled her generous ass on the sofa. "I been hearing a lot about you.”

The double Alvin had taken down gave him more courage. He slid his left arm around Ronnie's slender waist and undercupped a pert, firm tittie in the bright red covering.

"This is a hell of a deal," he chuckled. "I hope I don't poop out on you two luscious numbers.”

"Hon, I never seen a cock I couldn't get up for seconds or thirds," Sally exclaimed.

They all laughed.

"Mom calls a tit a tit," Ronnie giggled. "I got some booze and music and even some girlie pictures if you need 'em." She squirmed her breast in his hand, sliding a long, slender leg between his. She hunched at his hip. "Want a drink first, honey?”

"Later, if I have trouble getting it up," he laughed.

"Well, undress and sit down here between us, huh?" Sally suggested. She patted the sofa cushion at her left. "We can fool around an' you can see which one you want to bang first.”

There was more laughter. Alvin felt his head whirling. The uninhibited words and actions, the whole plan of having two hot dames to enjoy, swelled his chest, his ego, and his cock, all at once. It was like a tiger in him had been let out of its cage. He was as strong as a fucking bull!

One time in his conservative youth he had taken a plump, willing girl to a motel. He had been half drunk, he had developed what he called a 'whiskey hard-on.' He had tucked that girl for hours, man. She had gone off four times and had begged him to quit, and he never had broken his nuts. The next morning when he had jacked out his load he had damn near fainted.