Doug & Kathy – Cont-01
I’m continuing to tell the story I started in “I Guess Nobody Was Really Surprised”. The true story where many new revolations occur.
For those of you that read my first accounting (“I Guess Nobody Was Really Surprised”), of how Kathy, Doug, Ann, and myself, became what I’ve chosen to call a “Bi-sexual foursome”. I think though that perhaps I need to clarify that the entire story is true to the best of my recollection. However, there was included an omission of the truth about how it was that I discovered myself as bi-sexual, so look for that in the follow-on accounting so as to restore some integrity in what I offer as a true story. I know I present myself as Bob the narrator, but obviously that’s not my real name as is the case with Kathy and Doug, but not Ann. And lastly, I have to admit that it is largely Kathy that has been the driving force and encouragement to have written anything about all of what took place over a period of several years. If you’ve come to know Kathy, you already know how vocal she can get un-apologetically.
With the realization among the four of us that we had ventured into an entirely new dimension of our relationship, Kathy was acutely aware that we probably needed to have some “Ground Rules”. While it was clear to everyone that there was indeed a prevailing love and affection among us all, we perhaps would need to be guarded against any ongoing independent activities that would spur problems within our marriages. With that, Kathy suggested we get together specifically to address what each might have to say about all of that. What made it possible to even have such a thing as “Ground Rules” was the level of maturity among the four of us, we agreed to give the subject some thought and have a discussion when we had dinner the following weekend.
When we had dinner on the following Saturday, Ann was the first one to bring up the subject of agreements, stating:
“I think Kathy is right in bringing up the need for some ground rules, as she called it. I’ve given this a lot of thought and I suspect the rest of you have as well. Bob and I have been in love with each other for a very long time and we’d like very much for our love never to be compromised with incidental sexual pleasures, I hope you all feel the same way. All of that notwithstanding, the truth is that I absolutely love eating Kathy’s pussy, and if I can speak for Kathy, she loves eating my pussy and making me cum, and boy to I cum. Further, Kathy and I often meet for lunch, also sometimes shopping, and it would kill us if we didn’t feel free to end up in her hot-tube or our swimming pool for the afternoon or whatever to eat and fuck each other. So, my vote is that each same gender be free and at will to do whatever they desire and at whatever time they desire. There! I said it.”
“Well, it’s fine that you speak for me and I couldn’t have put it any better. What do you guys think?”
“Kathy and I had an extended conversation about all of this and could see where some feathers could get rustled if I were to fuck Ann while Bob was not present or at least nearby in some way.”
“I did not have that exact same conversation with Ann, but I can see Doug’s point about the potential for some rustled feathers or hard feelings if there was fucking and sucking that wasn’t a direct part of activities in which we were all participating. Doug and I are bi-sexual, not particularly gay, so while we could end up like Kathy and Ann sunning ourselves by the pool, I doubt that anyone here would object to that.”
So with those comments having been expressed, we agreed to keep the mixed spouse fucking and sucking to when we were essentially all together.
As we started to clean up the dinner dishes and sort ourselves out for the remainder of the evening, Kathy looked at me saying:
“Bob, is now a good time?”
I’m sorry that it’s necessary to digress from the main story line here, but the whole story relating to my personal bisexuality is really germane to the whole picture and it’s important I think to establish the integrity that I claim in truth.
“I really think it is and I will be much relieved if I could reveal what I withheld earlier in our initial “sharing” I’d call it. But first I need to tell you that Ann I spent most of Sunday evening bringing her up to speed on some history with which she was not fully aware. As an aside, Ann and I agreed long ago that things I “needed” to tell her from my past I would tell her unsolicited. Things she “wanted” to know about my past she could ask and I would tell her without question. Things that I believed might cause her undue hurt or concern I would keep to myself. That was a mutual agreement and I am confident that the integrity of that agreement has prevailed for a very long time.”
“Having said all of that, I told Ann that when all the candid conversation arose a few weeks back about any bi-sexual encounters, tendencies, desires or the like, that being the last to speak that it had left me in dire conflict. Conflicted because I had never told Ann about my old high-school sweetheart with the belief that it was history and she didn’t need to be concerned. While that in and of itself was true, the experience in the context of “did I have any bisexual tendencies?” I knew full well that I did and furthermore had some fair experiences in that realm. I only withheld from revealing that at the time as I was concerned for what might be utter shock to Ann with absolutely no time for her to process. So now that Ann has been completely made aware of some of her husband’s old escapades with his high-school sweetheart and her brother that followed, I’ll tell you the whole story.”
“She was black and her name was Alicia, she was gorgeous, had beautiful tits and I thought I was in love with her. We dated and it wasn’t too long before I was eating her pussy and she was sucking my cock, but she wouldn’t let me fuck her, NO CHANCE! She had a super family, father Earl, mother Elinor (Ellie), Thomas her brother, all of who had welcomed me warmheartedly. Shit, I thought “This is it”! “
Boy, talk about young and naive. Alicia’s mom was the first to pick up on my seemingly uncontrolled infatuation with her daughter so she and Earl got in ca-hoots with my mom and told her about what was being perceived and that something had to be done to stir things away from potential problems. So both mom and Earl come to me:
“WHAT PROBLEMS!! There are mixed marriages all the time and Alicia and I don’t believe in all the racism crap and all the dim-wits that think any less of a black women than they do of one that is born white, same for men. Can someone please explain to me why Alicia and I can’t be thinking about a life together?”
Both mom and Earl agreed with the “dim-wits” statement but said that it wasn’t so much with Alicia and I but that if we wanted to have a family what our children would have to deal with. When Alicia pondered that question with a greater degree of thought, she expressed herself in no uncertain terms:
“All my life I’ve been putting up with all the little stares and little innuendos. Sometimes it’s made me as bad as those throwing the hints and the like. Even sometimes in the girl’s showers in Girl’s Gym I used to purposely expose my tits so those dumb flat-chested white bitches could see what a real women looked like. I don’t think that any of them had ever seen a real pussy either, not my proudest moments.”
“Look, I start U.C. Boulder in September. I’ll be home for Thanksgiving and again for Christmas. In the meantime, Bob here will also be in school and we’ll keep things going and give ourselves some time. I think we’ll both benefit from our first year of college and obviously our discussions will continue, hopefully with due harmony as reality becomes even more clear.”
So what the hell does all this have to do with whether or not I had any bi-sexual tendencies? Well, often times a young man’s dick does his thinking for him, mine certainly did at the time. I made two grueling 15-hour drives to Boulder Colorado to see Alicia so I could eat some pussy and get a decent blow-job. Fifteen fucking hours for a blow-job, and some pussy, is that insane……. NO!!!
Anyway, the second trip brought things to a head. Alicia had met a guy that she really liked, he was himself black and they had similar family backgrounds. But, much to my surprise, there was something else.
“Bob, I love you from the bottom of my heart and I always thought there would never be anyone else, but college life has taught me a few things and I don’t see the long term the same way that you do. But before you say anything, there’s something I want us to do that we’ve both always wanted. I want to give you something that I think belongs to you and you alone, my “cherry”
“I’m sorry, you want to what?”
“I you to fuck me until both of us are so tired of fucking that we can’t stand up on our own two feet.”
“Geeze! I don’t know what to say. I’m really sad and disappointed about the long term view you’ve expressed, but elated that you want to fuck, all at the same time. I can’t hardly believe this is happening. Are you sure you’ve thought this through? I’m having a hard time processing.”
“Look, what I want you to do is slowly take my clothes off one piece at a time. Then lay me down on the bed and eat my pussy like you always do until I cum, after which you climb up a bit and put that nice big cock of yours in my pussy, simple enough?”
“Holy shit Alicia, where did you learn to talk like that? I just about shot a load just hearing you.”
“I don’t have anything to protect us from getting you pregnant and popping your cherry isn’t anything I have experience with, I’m just as much of a virgin as you are.”
I knew she didn’t have her period, as I would have smelled her breathe all the way to California. Believe me, I would rather be in an elevator with 6 guys farting than be with Alicia in a closed car for 10 minutes when she’s having her period. PHEW!
“I’m only a day or so from my period, so I’m sure we’re safe. The only thing I’ve been told is that you need a really stiff dick to “pop the cherry”, you know what that actually means I hope. Then to be gentle and go slow until whatever pain comes with the break of the hymen tissue lessens to where the contact becomes more pleasurable. There will likely be some amount of bleeding, but my experienced friends tell me to not worry about it and deal with it as needed. Easy for them to say. Also, with the amount of finger play we’ve done for so long, I’m not sure how much of the tissue is left anyway? We’ll see.”
So I did exactly what she asked. I took off her shoes and socks, caressed her feet then removed her sweater and slowly un-buttoned her blouse. She had on a pale-blue laced bra that held those luscious tits of hers and I damn near blew a load right there and then. I don’t know if I’m going to make it, I thought. Anyway, I un-zipped the back of her skirt and slid it down and off of her feet. She had on matching panties and it was clear from the wetness visible in the crease of her pussy that she must be gushing in anticipation of things to come. I’ve eaten her pussy enough times to know exactly what she was expecting, so I first reached behind her and un-clasped her bra and let it fall the floor while I lowered myself a bit and gently licked her nipples. My dick is so hard it is beginning to hurt, not something that happens very often, but at times like this the arousal is so intense one could use his dick to pound nails. Lowering down Alicia’s panties knowing that I’m not only going to eat her pussy until she cums but also I’m going to fuck her for the first time.”
She lies down on the bed, spreads her legs revealing her pussy, glistening with juices awaiting the arrival of my tongue, and beckons me pointing her finger at her cunt.
For those that might not know, a black woman, certainly Alicia, has the most inviting pink tissue when the lips are parted. Delicious doesn’t quite capture the pleasure one gets when the licking and sucking begins, and so it was at that moment. I know, white woman have that too.
When Alicia cums, her whole body shudders and her legs come together with enough force to crack walnuts, so being as how I’ve done this before I was ready. As though on queue:
“Oh Baby! Mama’s going to cum soon. Oh yes, right there! Just a little higher. OH MY! You’ve hit the mother lode! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! WEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”
She’s got me in a head-lock for a few moments, but then releases. She then lifts up my now soaking wet face and in a soft voice:
“Kiss me my love and put that raging cock in my pussy now please.”
Talk about trepidation. What am I going to do if I fuck this up I thought, no pun intended. I’m supposed to be the big stud here and I don’t know my ass from a hole in the ground, as my father used to say. So I managed to calm down and simply said to Alicia:
“I’m going to fuck you now with as much love as I have ever felt for you since the day we met. I hope it is as special for you as it’s going to be for me.”
And with that I slowly placed my cock head at the opening of her vagina, braced myself and gave a quick shove into her canal. It became apparent that she was right about the finger actions we’d previously enjoyed and that what whatever remained of her hymen must have been long gone.
I had arrived in Boulder on Wednesday and we started fucking that evening and we fucked, sucked and ate pussy, pausing only on Friday night for some dinner, and then until I had to hit the road on Sunday morning, having absolutely no idea how I was going to make a 15 hour trip given the energy expended for the past several days. What a marathon, and one I’ve never attempted to match since. What more can I possibly say.
Ann looked at me and then at Kathy with her hand slapped to her mouth with her eyes wide open and exclaimed:
“Oh my Lord, I remember the night! Sorry honey, go on with your story”
We all kind of looked puzzled at each other, but Ann gestured to keep going, so I did.
I did make it home, but not in 15 hours. I made the first leg to Salt Lake City, parked in safe place then another leg to Elko NV plus one more to a hole in the wall called Nyack in California, napping for a couple of hours at each stop. I finally got to Oakland about 4PM on Monday.
One of the key story items not mentioned as yet, on purpose, is Alicia’s brother Thomas. And, this the part that I hope clears up the blatant withhold alluded to earlier.
Thomas was about one and a half years older than Alicia and had accomplished quite a bit of experience and education in photography. He and I used to shoot hoops from time-to-time when Alicia and I were still in high-school. He was well aware of all that transpired with the essentially dismantled romance with his sister and the heartbreak that I returned with from the last trip to Boulder. I think I might have been back in Oakland a week or so and I got a call from Thomas.
“Hey bro, I haven’t seen you for a while, how about some hoops on Saturday? We can work out a bit while I beat your ass as usual, take a shower and have some ribs off the barbecue. What do you say?”
“I say fuck you and the horse you rode in on. Beat my ass, in your dreams! Sure bro, what time?”
“Early afternoon work for you?”
“Yeah that’s cool, see you then”
I arrived on Saturday as planned and, as usual, he beat my ass with what seemingly looked like no effort on his part. Thomas was a leading varsity player in high-school, so I offer that as my ongoing excuse for never having beaten him, not even once. Thomas was a really nice guy and he and I had gotten along from the moment we met quite some time ago.
After we were done on the back-yard half court and sat with a couple of bottles of water, Thomas suggested we freshen up with a shower and then barbecue some ribs.
“That sound great to me, lead the way.”
Thomas showered first and it was the first time I had ever seen him nude. “Holy Big Dick Batman”!!!, will you look at that cock I thought to myself. Thomas had to be sporting a dick at least 9 inches when placid. What does that thing grow to if it gets hard? So, the whole time I’m in the shower my dick is getting hard just thinking about Thomas’ cock and what it would be like to take at least that beautiful cock-head into my mouth. How could I possibly be thinking about doing something like that?
Try as I might, it was almost impossible to hide my hard-on as I got out of the shower and Thomas was standing right there.
“Listen bro, I know what happened with the disintegrated romance you had with Alicia, and I’m really sorry about the broken heart you must be suffering, but I couldn’t help but notice your hard-on when you got out of the shower and also your having noticed my dick when I got out. Why don’t you let me give you some pleasure while at the same time try to ease some of the pain you’re feeling with the loss of Alicia?”
I stood there thinking about what Thomas was saying and it seemed that my dick was getting even harder and impossible to not notice. Thomas put his arm around my shoulder and kissed the top of my head, reached down and took my dick in his hand and gently stroked it up and down for several minutes, it seemed. He told me to sit on the edge of the table and he sat on the bar stool and took me into his mouth. It didn’t take much of that and I told him it was going to make me cum if he kept it up much longer. He said:
“That’s the plan!”
“Oh man, what are you doing to me! Between you and your sister I don’t have a chance to resist. Oh Thomas! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cummmmmmmmmm!”
“I’m sorry, I thought you’d want to take my dick out.”
“No way! Doing so would spoil it for us both.”
So Thomas is sitting right in front of me on the bar-stool and I had already noticed, when I was about to fill his mouth with cum, that his own dick had grown to where it was just about standing vertical. Oh my, I thought, what a specimen of manhood. I want to taste it for myself.
“Thomas, I’ve never had a man’s cock in my mouth, but I’ve always wondered about my wanting to do so, I’d very much like to try having yours, at least as much as I can make fit.”
“I would be thrilled Bob if you would find pleasure in sucking on my cock. Take your time. I will guide you if it doesn’t seem obvious.”
That did it. I had his cock-head plus another 2 inches of his cock sliding smoothly in and out of my mouth after only a few seconds. The volume of pre-cum was a big bonus and a sweet taste to be sure. With as much cock as I had in my mouth, there was still enough length of his cock to where both of my hands would fit, so I stroked him much the same way as he had done with me.
“Are you sure you’ve never sucked a man’s cock before? Hard to believe with what you’re doing to me, so be ready for a huge load of cum. And yes, that’s it!, that’s it!, that’s it! Keep going, keep going, lots of tongue, lots of tonnnnnnnngue.”
With that last wave came spurt after spurt after spurt, filling my mouth leaving me not much choice but to swallow his complete load which I did with great pleasure and a sense of total reward for a job well done.
What could we possibly do after all of that I thought? How about we cook some ribs is all I could think to say, but Thomas saved the day by suggesting we take another shower, only this time together where we could wash each other and explore each other’s body.
So that’s how it all got started. Not only had I largely by chance verified my suspicions in my own mind about being bi-sexual, but had done so with someone tender enough in his own heart to know the significance of what it meant to me.
I had no sooner finished with my account of Alicia past, when Ann got up and came over, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me with as much passion as she ever had. She held my attention with tears in her eyes and finally spoke.
“Oh sweetheart, I love you. It all came to me when you mentioned that you and Alicia had gone to dinner on Friday night. Don’t you remember that you and I chatted while we were all waiting for a table?”
“Well, sort of. I remember you’re telling me you were from the Bay Area and that your dad had one of the new techy startups. I certainly remember how beautiful you were but I didn’t even remember your name until by chance I later spent a summer as an intern at your dad’s company and saw you again.”
“You all aren’t going to believe this, but that encounter at the restaurant was epic. Those two girls that were with me were Janet and Susan, the two that just the weekend before had introduced me to the fine art of eating pussy. What’s even weirder is that we’d all seen Alicia as she trotted off to the Ladies Room. That women was absolutely “drop-dead” gorgeous, no wonder you were head-over-heals wanting to be with her. She was the topic of conversation among the three of us almost throughout dinner. Janet commented more than once that she would be in “seventh heaven” eating that black woman’s pussy and Susan just rolled her eyes in agreement. I had my fingers wandering down to my own panties just listening to Janet and Susan describe what they would do if the opportunity ever presented itself. Maybe it could, we assumed that we all went to the same school.”
“So you actually saw my Alicia?”
“Yes baby, we all did.”
“And it doesn’t bother you? Knowing now what was going on with Alicia and me almost at that very moment?”
“No honey, I understand the past is the past. But it almost makes me a bit jealous that you weren’t the one to take my cherry the same way you took Alicia’s, that was HOT!! I don’t know about you Kathy, but my pussy is dripping after hearing Bob’s story.”
“Well I for one am happy that you all now know about my late teen years and how it is that my first love led to the discovery of my bi-sexual nature.”
Kathy piped in at that point:
“I knew the minute I saw you sucking Doug’s cock. This is not the first time this man has had a cock in his mouth, NO WAY!”
I have to say that while all of our chatter was going on, Doug sat quietly but with a big loving smile on his face. He simply looked at me and said that he enjoyed hearing the truth about my past love and also happy to be the beneficial recipient of some of what came from the follow-on with Thomas. He then added:
“I think we’ve had quite a beginning to our evening. I’ve made dinner reservations at the Elegant Slipper for the four of us, our treat.”
“Sounds good to me. Come on ladies, let’s go.”
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