Chapter 1

I need to tell you a little bit about myself before I start this story of how I became a slut "spankee" for a pair of lesbian man-haters with no sense of humor about the desperate needs of a hard cock. I am one of those guys who managed to fall in love with my high school sweetheart and we got married even before we graduated because she was starting to show and attracting unwelcome glances.

We settled down into boring jobs and a dull routine devoid of any hint of spontaneous sex and soon our two children were graduating high school themselves. My dutiful wife suddenly became interested in "finding herself" and ran off to Florida with her "Brazilian Butt" trainer Geronimo who was really from Puerto Rico. I was really confused after that because I was still in love with her and in all honesty I really liked Geronimo who had a great accent and amazing pecs. I really felt a little sorry for him because he was illiterate and needed help in reading simple signs on the street.

Not wanting to get into too many details which I am sure you would all find a bit boring, I started to drink a little too much and lost my job working at night in the New York City Transit System. My supervisor took a dim view of my falling asleep on the night shift. I was distressed at the loss of steady employment, to say the least, but at least the unemployment paychecks helped me over the hump of poverty until that ran out as well and I was in danger of being evicted from my little quiet nest of an apartment in the South Bronx.

I had taken to running away each day to the bright lights of Times Square and just would walk around and often enter the cheap movie theaters that promised you everything but seldom delivered what they said on the poster.

I was in one of those cheap little theaters on a Friday afternoon when I noticed the two females in front of me were kissing each other. I guess they were drawn to the movie because it was about this pair of women who were so into each other that they eventually staged a double suicide. I had found it a bit depressing and was almost ready to leave before the end, but the gleam in the younger actress's eyes and her succulent behind made me finger my package repeatedly, and kept me from making that final exit.

The two girls in the seat right in front of me actually became more interesting than the movie with their flashing tongues and moans of pleasure and I leaned over to get a better view. They both had their hands under each other skirts so I knew right away that they were definitely romantically involved. It intrigued me why they would be so public in their passion but, then again, in Times Square almost everything goes.

The older woman spied me gawking at them and nudged her companion. Now it was my turn to be embarrassed because I had been caught peeking at them in a private moment not intended to be shared by least of all a "man". I settled back into my seat and tried to become just an undefined shadow in the dark.

When the movie was over, I went out under the marque and was surprised to see it was teeming with a sudden downpour and streets filled with people scurrying in every direction to avoid getting drenched. The two women came out holding hands and I pretended to look at one of the posters studiously avoiding looking in their direction.

The older one with the obviously dyed red hair and the fake eyelashes that fluttered whenever she blinked grabbed hold of my arm and said,

"You seemed awful interested in Trixie and me, Mister. Do you have a thing for watching girls having fun together?"

I was instantly mortified.

This confrontational stranger had hit on my key weakness when it came to sexual activities. Ever since I was just graduating high school at 18, I was a lover of female on female sex and had a voyeuristic steak a mile long deep inside me. In fact, my favorite porn movies were mostly female on female sex and I would imagine I would run up to the beautiful lesbian actresses and convince them of the superiority of being made love to by a real live cock. I was also smart enough to realize the chances of that were slim to none.

"I am so sorry. I was curious because you are both beautiful women and I find it exciting to see how you pleasure each other."

The woman told me it was not a problem and that her name was Helen. The other girl called Trixie was trying to appear nonchalant but I saw it really a shyness on her part and not a sense of detachment.

Helen invited me to join both she and Trixie at "her place" for some interesting videos of female on female friendliness and since I had no other place to go, I immediately took her up on the kind offer. Her apartment was much larger than mine and they had a nice entertainment unit built into the wall with a large circular black leather sofa to curl up on. There was more than enough room for all three of us on the comfortable sofa.

Both Helen and Trixie took off their jackets and I saw that neither one of them believed in the use of a bra to restrain the movement of their prominent breasts. The outline of their nipples was easily seen from any angle. I noticed that despite her quiet demeanor, the younger Trixie was quite aroused and her nipples were sticking out and pressing against the thin material of her summer blouse. To make matters worse, Helen, seeing my interest, opened Trixie's buttons and exposed one of the younger girl's breasts to full view and tweaked the nipple with friendly intent. She then took my hand and placed it on her friend's boob and laughed when I was hit with a surge of static electricity. Even Trixie giggled at that and I suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. I scooted back and started to stroke Trixie's boob with keen interest and much to her personal delight.