Chapter 4

A few minutes had passed while I cradled my jewels and waited for the urge to puke to abate. Susan tidied up the table and Micky just sat and watched me do what I'm sure appeared to her to be fondling myself.

"Are you guys sure about this?" I asked. "You don't owe me anything or ... anything."

"I told you we talked about it," said Susan. "It's simple. You're different than most men ... special. You have something to offer us, and we have something to offer you. As friends ... really close friends. It's kind of like when Micky and I did something together the first time. We both thought we'd like it, and we did. Now we think we'd like to give us a birthday present for you."

The way she turned it around, being honest and clever at the same time, was funny enough that I chuckled. It didn't hurt so badly any more, though I was still a little queasy in the stomach.

"You want Mommy Susan to kiss it and make it all better?" asked Susan in a sultry voice. I guess she believed me when I said I wasn't disgusted. I should have noticed her self-characterization as 'Mommy Susan', but I didn't. I looked at Micky, and she had a tentative smile on her lips. That's as far as it went, but she at least didn't look mad any more.

"Very, very much," I said, looking first at Micky and then back at Susan. "I'd like that very, very much. But what about Mommy Micky?"

I could play that game. Of course I had no idea what the rules were, but I was willing to play.

"Two kisses are much better than one," said Susan, looking at Micky.

Micky folded her arms under her breasts. I realized that those nipples were much more visible right now than they had been earlier.

"You dressed like that for me?" I asked.

She nodded, looking uncertain.

"I'm honored," I said. I meant it more than words could communicate. "You're beautiful."

"She is, isn't she," said Susan in a voice that almost purred. "She looks scrumptious, doesn't she. You could hardly tell how nervous she is."

"You're nervous?" I asked Micky.

"Of COURSE I'm nervous," she grumped. "I haven't done this in fifteen years. I have no idea whether this is a horrible mistake, or one of the best things that will happen to me this year. Do you know how unsettling it is to be horny and nervous at the same time?"

"You don't have to be nervous," I said.

"I know that, but I am anyway," she shot back. "I'm not a virgin, Bob." She shuffled her feet. "But I feel like one. What were you talking about a minute ago? It sounded like you've had sex with other people in your project."

"That's why I reacted the way I reacted," I explained. "I guess I don't see myself as the kind of guy who gets ... um ... these kinds of opportunities."

I had almost said 'sucked into situations like this', but thought better of it at the last second.

"And it happened more than once, which was even more surprising. When you said ... what you said ... it just blew me away because ... well ... it's just hard to believe." I wasn't lying. It WAS hard to believe any of the women I had interviewed had offered themselves to me.

"Ooooo" squealed Susan. "He's even modest, Micky. Ohhh can I have him, pleeease. You know you want to do this, Micky. We talked about it and you got wet."

"I know," said Micky less than enthusiastically. It's just so different thinking about him ... and this ... and you ... and him ... and me."

I have to point out here that I misunderstood almost everything I had heard thus far. I thought that Susan, being the more feminine of the two, was offering herself, with Micky's blessing, and that was my present. "Us" in that scenario meant me and Susan, with Micky's part of the offering being that she was sharing the love of her life. I may have understood their relationship, but I still had traces of my original bias deep down in my brain. I had assigned the role of 'male' to Micky, in this lesbian relationship, like a lot of other people did. And that bias I had was responsible for not understanding what was really going on. All I saw was that Micky was obviously uncomfortable about all this, so I offered her a way out.

"Look, seeing as how it's MY birthday, I should be the one telling you what I WANT for my birthday. And seeing as how you two love each other, and I don't want to mess things up between you, I'm afraid I have to demand that, if anything sexual goes on, it must include both of you at the same time. I'm talking threesome here."

See, what I thought I had just done was demand something that would be a deal breaker. I was actually kind of proud of myself in a way. Any man would have been salivating to be able to mate with either of these women, but I had put their feelings above my own.

But, like most men, even though they had made the offer clear enough for a deaf man to understand, I hadn't heard it.

"Well, of course," said Susan, looking confused. "We could never do things with you alone. That would be cheating!"

"Say what?" I asked.

"It's not just one of us," said Susan. "We're BOTH your birthday present." She looked at Micky. "Didn't we TELL him that?" She looked back at me like I was crazy.

"I knew that!" I blurted. I put my head back down on the table. "No I didn't." My voice was muffled.

"That's why I want him," said Micky. "He's just such a normal, every day man, but when he's honest like that he's so cute I just want to eat him up."

Well, the short story is that I found myself being herded into the bedroom.

But you don't want the short story, of course. The long story is much more interesting.

The trip from the kitchen to their bedroom was probably only forty feet or so. But all of us were suddenly living a life we were not prepared for in some ways. I had never been with two women whose announced intention was to make love with me together. Sure, I had been in the room with two women who were naked, and who were intent on making love, but there had always been another man present too. The fact was that I had a sudden attack of doubt. Every man dreams, at one time or another, of having two women vying for his sexual attentions at the same time. But few men think about what that means. It's hard enough to satisfy ONE woman sometimes. Making TWO women happy ... women who had sworn off men to boot ... well that's a daunting challenge.

And I knew, somehow that I had to make them both happy. This was something new and risky for them, and even though it was MY birthday, I knew that this needed to be good for THEM too.

Add to that the fact that they were leading me toward that private space no man had been inside - ever - with these two women, and their emotional state was just as frenzied as my own. They were breaking one of their own rules ... violating that private space, in a way. Not only were they breaking their fast of men, they were doing it at the same time, together, and doing it in the place usually reserved for their love with each other to be expressed.

It was a forty-foot trip of starts and stops, kisses and hugs, both between them and me and them and ... them. You might think I felt left out when they were kissing and groping each other in the hallway, while I just stood there, leaning against the wall. Think of it as a conversation at a cocktail party. Lots of people are talking when you're not talking, but it isn't necessarily boring. You're all there, having a conversation, and each person adds a little to the situation. Watching them being in love with each other was a kick, and they weren't even naked! And then they'd turn on me and suddenly I was back in the conversation, kissing and stroking two beautiful women.

It was an uphill trip all the way, based on the way we were all panting when we actually got to the bedroom door. I pressed Micky against that door as I kissed her, and her lips were hungry and demanding on mine. Susan hugged us both from behind me. Metaphorically I was the "meat" in a sandwich, and my own meat was responding as such. Somewhere between the kitchen and the bedroom my brain did a function check and, ignoring the lingering pain in my scrotum, it ordered my prick to make me proud.

Micky mewled as I shoved my erection into her abdomen. The sound she made was one of half terror and half agonized impatience to get at what was terrorizing her.

I turned around in the sandwich and treated Susan to the same feeling, rubbing the lump made by my prick across her mons sideways as I found her wet and willing lips. She rubbed back, and rubbed her chest against mine too.

Micky opened the bedroom door and pulled us both through it. Up to that point in time, not a single word had been said, once we'd left the kitchen. Oh, there were moans and grunts and rasping breaths to fill the silence, to say nothing of the wet and sloppy kisses that bounced off the walls, but nobody said anything in actual words. My reference to "conversation" was more a thing of body language than vocal.

As soon as we entered the inner sanctum, though, they started arguing immediately. They argued about who got to take my shirt off, and who got to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. They were arguing about who got to pull my underwear down when my pants dropped and it became clear nobody did, because I wasn't wearing anything for anybody to pull down.

There was a sudden hush in the room as two women squatted, one on either side of me, staring at my prick. Maybe they stared at each other past my prick. I don't know.

Susan stood up and whipped off her tank top.

"I dressed like a college girl," she explained. "We wanted you to have variety." She ripped off the sports bra and shoved her running shorts down over slim hips. She wasn't wearing anything under them. She had the body of a thirteen year old, except that it was all grown up. She looked so smooth that rain wouldn't be able to stick to her body. "I'm so horny," she moaned.

Micky stood too, and I bent over. They had forgotten to argue about my shoes and socks, so I dealt with that and stepped out of my pants, leaving them on the floor. When I stood back up I looked at Susan.

"Wow!" I said appreciatively. She blushed.

I turned to look at Micky and saw her fingers were at the buttons of her blouse.

"Let me," I asked. "Please?"

I teased them by taking my time. I unbuttoned a button and then spread the cloth apart. Twice I traced a finger along the exposed skin. She was small enough there was no cleavage, but she shuddered and closed her eyes the second time I did that.

"You're taking so long," complained Susan.

"You were impatient," I scolded her. "I like unwrapping my presents."

Micky opened her eyes and looked down as I undid the next to last button. I pulled the blouse out of her skirt. She looked past me and let out an explosive, nervous giggle. I turned to see Susan pulling her running shorts back on.

"Hurry up!" she glared at me. "I wanna be unwrapped!"

"The shorts are enough," I grinned.

When I pulled Micky's blouse all the way open she closed her eyes again. I traced my fingers across nipples that were now erect and pointed, and she shuddered again.

"It feels so different," she murmured.

"You ain't felt nothin' yet," I said. I leaned down to suck briefly at one nipple and she moaned, her hands coming lightly to my head. Then her hands went to her skirt. She unzipped it and it fell to the floor like it weighed ten pounds. She was wearing a garter belt and powder blue panties that were lacy and very feminine.

"We didn't know what kind of undies you like," she said, her voice just above a whisper.

"I like those," I said. "But, like any man, I can't wait to see you without them."

She laughed at that and pushed me away. I turned and knelt to jerk down Susan's running shorts as she jumped, surprised at how quickly I moved. I leaned forward to lick her pubic hair while I cupped her hard buttocks in both hands and pulled her against me. Then I kissed my way up to one of her equally small breasts and found a rosy stiff nipple waiting for me. I sucked on it lovingly and then turned and jumped on the bed, bouncing and flopping onto my back, spread eagle.

"Be gentle with me girls," I pleaded in a falsetto voice.

Then it was a general pileup, with squealing girl voices, and a few growls from me, as hands fluttered everywhere, rubbing here, cupping there, squeezing this, pinching that. Both of them crawled all over the bed. Micky kissed me while Susan swallowed my prick whole and then dragged her lips upward lovingly.

"I'd almost forgotten how warm they are when they're real," she sighed, kissing the tip of my cock several times.

"I remember them being soft and hard at the same time," said Micky, breaking the kiss to speak and then going back for more. I had my middle finger in her pussy and was using it to pull her toward me.

"Yup," said Susan. "That's what we got right here ... soft and warm and hard all at the same time.

Then they argued about who got to feel it inside first. While they were doing that they kissed each other, and Susan got rid of the rest of what Micky was wearing. When she pulled the panties down she dove in between Micky's thighs and slurped for a few seconds while Micky stretched like a cat, arching her loins up at her lover's face. Susan crawled up to push Micky's face aside and kissed me, her face wet.

"That's how she tastes," she said when she was done.

"You taste good," I said turning my head to find Micky's face an inch away. "I could get used to that taste."

"OK," she said softly, "but you probably can't compete. Susan is the best pussy-licker in the whole world."

She pushed herself up then, and straddled my face, lowering her pussy to my lips. I reached up to control her hips with my hands. She settled onto my lips with a sigh and I did my best to compete. I felt hot pussy slip down to wrap my prick in tightness, and Susan's hands came around under Micky's arms to play with her breasts. The bed started bouncing.

"What are you doing back there?" asked Micky, knowing full well what her lover was doing.

"I'm giving me Bob's birthday present for him," moaned Susan. "Ohhh Micky, you're going to be soooo glad we decided to do this."

"I'm already glad," purred Micky. "He's not bad ... not bad at all."

Let me make an understatement. Never having been in this situation before, with two happy, naked women making love to me, I got a little extra excited.

I couldn't talk, because, while Micky didn't weigh all that much, she knew how to use every ounce to keep her pussy lips welded firmly to the only set of lips I had. She was more or less masturbating her clit on my nose, but because she was moving, shall we say, energetically ... I had plenty of time to breathe while she made my whole face wet with that delicious juice. I kept trying to nip at her clit with my lips, and occasionally she let me suck it in, but she couldn't stay still.

Meanwhile, down in the lower forty, Susan was about to strike oil a lot sooner than most women strike oil with me, so to speak. I had the sudden crystal clear realization that neither of these women could possibly be on birth control. Lesbians have no use for the pill, and a diaphragm would be an equally useless expenditure of funds. No condom had been produced. I thought immediately of Tanya, and then Lizzie and Rachel, two of whom were suspiciously pregnant after ... striking oil in Bob's lower forty. With Tanya it had been on purpose. Then I thought of Lisa and her daughter Nikki, both of whom did things ... naturally. I didn't know yet whether those liaisons might bear fruit. The Senator's wife had made love with abandon, but it had only been that one time. Well three times that one night, anyway.

And here I was again, bareback in a fertile pussy, about to do my best to increase the population if she didn't get off quickly. About all I could do was buck my hips up extra hard, because I sure couldn't say anything. Whether she got the message or not I don't know. But what she said when I exploded made it clear she knew what had just happened.