Chapter 6

“So, that was one hell of a breakfast, dear, and I do mean that in a good way. There’s definitely something to be said for British girlfriends,” I smiled at Chelsea as we polished off the morning meal with some excellent English breakfast tea (with milk and sugar, of course).

“Just wait until tomorrow. I wasn’t joking about the Tex-Mex breakfast, papi,” Monica spoke up, “You’ll see what Tejana girlfriends have to offer. Let’s face, we’re BOTH your girlfriends now, and Nicky is your boyfriend. Of course, I think that we’re both his girlfriends, too, right?”

“Exactly. I love the way that you think. What are your thoughts, Chelsea?” I asked my fiancee.

“Darling, you know that I love and adore you, and if you want two girlfriends, well, it sounds very charming, and dare I say, affectionate of you. So, yes, love, you have two girlfriends, we each presumably have two boyfriends for our part, and we have each one same-sex partner as well. You are Nicky’s boyfriend and he is yours. I am ... I hope, Monica’s girlfriend and she is mine. Are we all on the same page here?” my lovely Englishwoman encouraged the whole polyamory idea all over again.

“To the four of us, lovers for life if we can help it!” I proposed a toast with my cup of tea, which made Monica giggle and get a devilish look on her face as she snuck into the pantry to retrieve a bottle of tequila.

“If we’re going to do a toast, let’s do it properly, papi. To the four of us, lovers for life, and yes, we CAN help it!” Monica declared as she poured some tequila into shots for each of us to clink and drink.

“I’ll drink to that!” Nicky was first to show his support to his lover’s agenda, followed by me, and then Chelsea, with a huge smile on her face.

“I mean it. I want to grow old with all three of you,” I affirmed, actually bringing tears to Nicky’s eyes in particular.

“Nancy never said things like that to me, but you have. Thank you,” Nicky told me with misty eyes, “I feel very much the same way for my part, given what all you have done for me ... and with me, of course. I’m your boy for the rest of my days ... forever, really.”

“And we’re your girls ... both of your girls ... and both of us your girls. Isn’t English a funny language?” Monica teased us.

“You’ve got me there. It’s bloody bollocks at times, especially given how different UK English and American English are from each other. Still, you have to admit that you like how I say the word ‘bottom,’ don’t you? That includes you, darling Monica, doesn’t it, love?” Chelsea answered, even as Monica’s hand started wandering over to her ass, rubbing her with brazen lust.

“Please ... let me have a taste, Chelsea!” Monica urged Chelsea, but didn’t wait for an answer before prying her cheeks apart to start rimming her.

“Oh ... damn it, love! I’m going to fucking pay you back for that! I fucking love you!” Chelsea declared as she felt that tongue glide across the crack of her ass.

“Just wait until I eat your pussy, Chelsea,” Monica teased her as she kept rimming her.

“Well, while you girls have your fun, I’ll have mine with Dave here,” Nicky declared, as he knelt and wrapped his lips around my cock, his tongue exploring everything from the head to the base.

“Oh, fuck me, yes!” Chelsea panted as she felt Monica rim her some more and watched Nicky suck the holy hell out of my dick.

“You got that right, baby!” I winked at Chelsea, making her cream herself, much to my surprise.

“Oh, yeah ... Dave, papi ... Chelsea can hardly breathe around you sometimes, baby! She can hardly touch and see you without getting very wet. How did you put it, sweetie?” Monica asked Chelsea while tonguing her asshole.

“Soaked my knickers? I do that a lot just from feeling your skin on mine, Dave! Oh, Monica, darling, that tongue of yours ... it’s magic, it’s heavenly back there, right there on my arse! Up my bum! Just wait until I lick your arsehole, love! Just ... you ... wait!” Chelsea’s breaths became very shallow indeed.

“This is a helluva a lot better than your average girl-girl scene, but then you’re doing it for pleasure, not for pay,” I commented as I fought off the chills that Nicky’s mouth gave my cock and balls.

“Darling, little secret, I always do it for pleasure, even when I’m paid. That’s part of why I earn so much! They love how I am in bed! Especially when I’m thinking of you, and to a lesser extent, David Hasselhoff. Now I have even more ... lovers, to think of, such as Monica when she does this to me ... licking my bum like that ... oh, love, don’t ... fucking ... stop! Not when I’m so bloody close to cumming now!” Chelsea implored Monica to keep at it with her tongue.

For my part, I had to really work not to cum from Nicky’s wonderful mouth sucking my cock so ruthlessly and using his tongue so effectively. He was especially good about licking the head of my dick, slathering the opening of my prick with his tongue. When he started fondling my balls and my ass, while Monica played with Chelsea’s twat, things got even worse. Both Chelsea and I were very close to cumming indeed, and with each lick, each kiss, each suck, each finger used to pleasure us, the tougher it became for us.

Finally, however, what did Chelsea in was when Monica licked her buns and returned to her crack to focus on her puckered hole itself. She did this several times, making Chelsea cream herself and moan as she held onto the kitchen table for support. At last, she shivered and screamed her ecstasy, her voice lower and more guttural than usual from the extreme pleasure that she experienced. Her knees nearly buckled, and Monica held her up from falling to the floor in addition to said table.

That was more than enough to bring me over the edge and I shot my load down Nicky’s willing and eager throat. He swallowed every last drop of my hot jizz, aside from what was on his lips, which he licked off them like the cream from a donut. He then rose and gave me a very searing kiss with more than enough tongue to let me taste my own dick. Evidently, I didn’t taste too bad at all, at least not to him or me.

That was when I grabbed his ass, spread his cheeks, and started rimming the little twink for all he was worth. I don’t think that he was prepared for that, but he deserved to receive pleasure and his shortage of balls limited my options for fellatio, since his cock would have trouble getting stiff. While I did this, Chelsea took Monica, planted her ass on the table, and began eating her cunt with a vengeance, not letting the Tejana know what was up until she felt the porn star’s tongue on her clit and her pussy lips. There was Hollandaise sauce all over Monica’s back, but no one cared at the moment. What mattered to both Chelsea and me was that our lovers had gone down on us and they deserved roughly the same courtesy done to them, the same gratification, in fact.

Thankfully, Nicky’s ass was very smooth, feminine even, and my mouth thoroughly enjoyed licking and sucking it. He had trouble adjusting to the idea that I wanted to do this so much to him, but he soon relaxed and just went with it. His lover, his man, was willing to bring him pleasure through an act definitely considered deviant by much of society. Then again, a eunuch being pumped full of a cock and then of cum was unconventional, as was being a eunuch in the first place, not that he had a choice in the matter.

As for Chelsea and Monica, they were very much engaged in the act of cunnilingus, with Chelsea definitely in the role of aggressor as well as giver. She managed to eat pussy in a way that reduced Monica to putty in her hands. Nicky’s new fiancee was unable to think straight or do much besides moan and cuss, in Spanish, of course, from her orgasm. Those ladies certainly knew how to excite a man, between them, with their intense, yet lingering sexual congress with each other. Monica’s hands held Chelsea’s head in place, not that my British tart resisted the aggressive move on her girlfriend’s part.

Monica’s fingers ran through Chelsea’s chestnut hair, something that I noticed was somewhat distinct from the jet-black that she preferred while performing her films. This, I recalled now, was Chelsea’s natural color, and she must have simply let the hair coloring fade without my notice. This was due to the fact that I was more interested in other parts of her at the times, such as her eyes, her breasts, her mouth, her cunt, her legs, and best of all, her ass. Well, that and her hair was lovely with any color, though chestnut was best on her now that I thought of it. It fit with her name, her class, and her overall look. I decided that I would suggest to her wearing it naturally while she filmed, just to see how people reacted to it. Women liked to change their hair color a lot, anyway, didn’t they?

At last, Nicky couldn’t take it any more, begging me, “Fuck my ass, please! I need your cock up my ass!”

Grinning, I walked over, kissed him to let him taste his own butt on my lips and tongue, and then took some canola oil to lube up my dick. Once that was done, I applied some butter to his backdoor, and then slid my prick into his asshole while he bent over the table. Chelsea looked at us, looked up at Monica, waited for the nod, and then left the room just long enough to get her strap-on dildo with its thigh harness. It wasn’t too much longer before she was busy fucking our sweet Tejana’s twat with it, too, which only excited both Chelsea and Monica more.

Monica was on her back still, her legs on Chelsea’s shoulders while they faced each other, made out, and fucked that way. It was a very intimate and personal way of getting it on, one which Chelsea and I had often done before, but with me as the penetrator. I made myself a note to let her peg me some time in the future that way, with my legs on her shoulders as well. I would love to make out, or “snog,” as Chelsea sometimes called it, with her while she drilled my asshole to our mutual satisfaction.

I was scant seconds from cumming in Nicky’s fine ass when the phone rang. It was Nancy, of all people, and she apparently wasn’t done fucking with us all. I went ahead and came up Nicky’s butt before I picked up the phone to answer it. I deliberately let her hear me sound breathless. I was testing her claim to be a virgin, not that I would usually care, but if she was lying, that was another nail in her coffin. One didn’t have to be a virgin for me not to judge, but one did have to not be a liar.

“You ... sound like you’ve just been fucking someone. Was it Nicky? Are you two gay lovers now? He always sounded, well, a bit on the soft, stupid, and sissy side of things. Why do you think that I let him think that I was a virgin and pushed him off ... I wasn’t a virgin. I just didn’t want to fuck him until it was actually necessary. Then again, you didn’t pick up on my hints of attraction to you, or else ignored them. Are you gay, Dave?” Nancy laughed evilly as she heard my voice.

“Yes, I’ve been fucking Nicky. No, I’m not gay. I’m bisexual. Yes, we do exist. As for what you did, I often wondered about that. Also, if you had hit on me, I would have turned you down flat, unless he was there and cool with it. I don’t betray Nicky. He’s a great guy. It’s your loss that you gave him up, all because of his balls, which he lost for you! He could have still used his tongue, you know. Even if it wasn’t technically sex, you owed it to him to stick by him after he lost his gonads for you. One sacrifice deserves another. Why should he always give and you always take?” I chewed Nancy out, of course.

“Hey, now, that’s ... uncalled for, Dave. Look, Nicky’s a wimp. He’s a sissy. Yes, I lied about not cheating on him. I would have done so, anyway, balls or no balls, but I want my husband to be able to legally consummate the union, so that he can’t annul it later. Then he could only get a divorce and if I needed that, I could take him to the cleaners. Nicky had money, or so I thought. Once he didn’t have his balls and he seemed not as rich as he first claimed to be, we were history. You and I, however, well, no reason that you can’t fuck us both, is there? Maybe he can be my cuckold boyfriend instead of my cuckold hubby,” Nancy sneered, making me want to vomit.

“So, you were probably already cheating, weren’t you?” I turned on the tapes on my home phone.

“Of course, but no reason that you can’t get any of that action. Hell, I’ve already found a new man, and we’ll see if he has the stones to fuck me before the third date. I told him that he has to wait at least that long. If he’s any kind of man, though, he’ll fuck me sooner, anyway. Then I’ll respect him, of course, if he isn’t stupid enough to believe that no always means no,” Nancy smirked.

“So, for you, no doesn’t always mean no, then?” I clarified.

“Not with me. Just take what you want, and I do mean, ‘you,’ by the way. I’ve wanted to take you to bed for ages. You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a bad guy who puts on a nice guy front. I’ve seen how you look at me. You hate me and yet you want me. You want to hate fuck me, so do it, okay? Fucking rape me already! Don’t worry about my new boyfriend or about Nicky. That’s not important.