Bi-Sexual Female / 68
Good Girls Once, We Became His Sex Bunnies And Still Are
This true event started the first year after I got out of college. The company I worked for sent all incoming auditors to a weeklong training at a college campus. There were three of us, a guy and another girl. We all three came from distant schools. It was easier to drive than to fly and he owned a four door so he drove. We stayed on campus in dorm rooms.
We spent the week together, since we all worked together and didn't know anyone else there. All week long he was all over us, touching and hugging and insisting on kissing when we met or departed. Not little air kisses, full on mouth kisses. Several times I had to slap his hand away from my boob when he kissed me. One day we are in line at the cafeteria and the line was moving slow and he was behind our workmate and he put his hands around her belly and pulled her hard against him, humping her ass in line. When I slapped him hard enough to release her he told her that he was going to get it all from her. And turning, from me too.
He was all over us, hugging us to him, both of us a the same time, with an arm around each of us. Kissing our lips, one and the other, the other and one. How do you spell fun? P U S S Y. By the end of the week he told us that he had rented a room at a motel for us to stay till Sunday. We would order pizza and room service and get naked and have sex all weekend. He wanted P U S S Y.
He was driving so we had to stay with him. The room had one king sized bed and he went ahead and fucked us both to get started. No clothes, nothing on. Just naked tits and ass and dick and pussy. We were there for sex, and nothing but sex. That first night we ordered pizza from the Pizza Hut and he took it with a bathrobe on, without letting the delivery guy see us. We ate watching some movie, and he bent over kissing our backs, our butts, our legs, our tits, everything. He finished dinner by having us lay back and letting him have his just desert eating us.
From Friday to Sunday we had sex a dozen times, how he kept up wasn't something we were old enough to think about. Lots of oral sex, and our heads forced in between legs held down by the neck, he forced us to eat pussy. When we left on Sunday and drove back to town and he dropped us off at our respective apartments he swore us to secrecy. It was our weekend, not to be discussed except amongst us.
There were many more weekends, except at an apartment, we didn't spend money for a motel or anything. Naked from Friday to Sunday, by then we sucked dick and ate pussy without having to be forced into it. We got our pussies fucked and our tits groped and our ass spanked and watched pornos on the tv set. By then making out with him, long sessions of kissing and groping got the nights started. We woke up naked, went to bed naked, and showered naked. No hole was left untouched. The first time I kissed her butthole he had to to stare me into doing it.
Happiness was having my legs around him. When our leases expired we moved in together. But the weekends were reserved for having sex and being naked. All our inhibitions had been taken, as girls we had learned to make out and grope around our tits and pussies. As a man he would grab one of us, tear us away from each other, fuck us and return us to where we were when he grabbed us. We were perpetually horny.
I want to say that things calmed down, but it was just that we got older and started to think long term. We wanted him to keep fucking us, we never once thought otherwise. But it wasn't the same any more, and now we had sex missionary, holding our hands out for him, and wrapping our legs around him. We wanted intercourse, long thrust intercourse, and complete ejaculation. We slept girls spooned together beside him. Of course since we were on the petite or small side, we fit on the bed together. I know it sounds weird today, but we sat naked on the bed while he told us stories he made up and touched our noses and pinched our nipples. It is just the way it was.
We went on to become full adults, and we moved out and back together several times. We couldn't live together and we couldn't live apart. Not being with him was the loneliest feeling in the world. When I say we moved apart, it was apart from him, we the girls never once lived apart or slept apart after becoming one with him. Today we are 68 and he is 70. Long lost memories of those happy days when we were in our twenties. We are all in good health and we live in two houses, the girls of course live together and he lives in a townhouse. We send maids to clean up for him, we do the cooking for him to come have dinner with us.
About the only thing we still do is swim naked in our pool in the backyard, which he graciously had heated for us. Two old ladies, with hanging boobs, standing over him, before bending over to suck him, one after the other. We can still suck him into an erection, and he looks at us, and we smile back at him.
We spent the week together, since we all worked together and didn't know anyone else there. All week long he was all over us, touching and hugging and insisting on kissing when we met or departed. Not little air kisses, full on mouth kisses. Several times I had to slap his hand away from my boob when he kissed me. One day we are in line at the cafeteria and the line was moving slow and he was behind our workmate and he put his hands around her belly and pulled her hard against him, humping her ass in line. When I slapped him hard enough to release her he told her that he was going to get it all from her. And turning, from me too.
He was all over us, hugging us to him, both of us a the same time, with an arm around each of us. Kissing our lips, one and the other, the other and one. How do you spell fun? P U S S Y. By the end of the week he told us that he had rented a room at a motel for us to stay till Sunday. We would order pizza and room service and get naked and have sex all weekend. He wanted P U S S Y.
He was driving so we had to stay with him. The room had one king sized bed and he went ahead and fucked us both to get started. No clothes, nothing on. Just naked tits and ass and dick and pussy. We were there for sex, and nothing but sex. That first night we ordered pizza from the Pizza Hut and he took it with a bathrobe on, without letting the delivery guy see us. We ate watching some movie, and he bent over kissing our backs, our butts, our legs, our tits, everything. He finished dinner by having us lay back and letting him have his just desert eating us.
From Friday to Sunday we had sex a dozen times, how he kept up wasn't something we were old enough to think about. Lots of oral sex, and our heads forced in between legs held down by the neck, he forced us to eat pussy. When we left on Sunday and drove back to town and he dropped us off at our respective apartments he swore us to secrecy. It was our weekend, not to be discussed except amongst us.
There were many more weekends, except at an apartment, we didn't spend money for a motel or anything. Naked from Friday to Sunday, by then we sucked dick and ate pussy without having to be forced into it. We got our pussies fucked and our tits groped and our ass spanked and watched pornos on the tv set. By then making out with him, long sessions of kissing and groping got the nights started. We woke up naked, went to bed naked, and showered naked. No hole was left untouched. The first time I kissed her butthole he had to to stare me into doing it.
Happiness was having my legs around him. When our leases expired we moved in together. But the weekends were reserved for having sex and being naked. All our inhibitions had been taken, as girls we had learned to make out and grope around our tits and pussies. As a man he would grab one of us, tear us away from each other, fuck us and return us to where we were when he grabbed us. We were perpetually horny.
I want to say that things calmed down, but it was just that we got older and started to think long term. We wanted him to keep fucking us, we never once thought otherwise. But it wasn't the same any more, and now we had sex missionary, holding our hands out for him, and wrapping our legs around him. We wanted intercourse, long thrust intercourse, and complete ejaculation. We slept girls spooned together beside him. Of course since we were on the petite or small side, we fit on the bed together. I know it sounds weird today, but we sat naked on the bed while he told us stories he made up and touched our noses and pinched our nipples. It is just the way it was.
We went on to become full adults, and we moved out and back together several times. We couldn't live together and we couldn't live apart. Not being with him was the loneliest feeling in the world. When I say we moved apart, it was apart from him, we the girls never once lived apart or slept apart after becoming one with him. Today we are 68 and he is 70. Long lost memories of those happy days when we were in our twenties. We are all in good health and we live in two houses, the girls of course live together and he lives in a townhouse. We send maids to clean up for him, we do the cooking for him to come have dinner with us.
About the only thing we still do is swim naked in our pool in the backyard, which he graciously had heated for us. Two old ladies, with hanging boobs, standing over him, before bending over to suck him, one after the other. We can still suck him into an erection, and he looks at us, and we smile back at him.
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