Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the author.
"The Natural"'
by Amber Fountaine
"You don't deserve a pussy as sweet as mine!" Kate told me as she stood by the bed sneering at me. "I should have known you'd do something like this when I wasn't looking. I should have brought Greg back up here and let you take care of him." She glared at me a moment longer and then began to smile.
I wanted to say something else, but had no idea what I could say at that point. She'd caught me red-handed so to speak, jacking my cock, and that wasn't the worst of it. I was also indulging in one of my long secret fantasies of wearing lingerie. Too much of a coward to go out and buy my own, I'd gotten some of hers out of her suitcase and put it on as soon as I'd thought I had a couple of hours to myself. The thrill of dressing in panties and a bra and her stockings and one of her nightgowns had excited me so much that the first load of cum had spewed from my prick in less than thirty seconds from the time I took it in my hand to stroke it. Then like a dummy, instead of cleaning up and putting everything away, I'd decided I had more than enough time to do it again. Since I'd just pre-paid for the sex channel, using my card instead of having them put it on the hotel bill, I figured I might as well get my money's worth. I'd been so busy playing with myself and watching the action on the TV screen that I'd never heard Kate come into our two-room suite.
Now Kate was smiling as she glanced from me to the TV and back. I'd had thoughts of letting Kate `discover' the porn channel and using that to segue into a discussion of sexual things we'd yet to mention, but certainly hadn't thought about letting her discover me like this at the same time.
I'd never been with a woman I thought I could open up to about my fantasies until I met Kate. But so far, I'd kept my mouth shut. We'd been dating about four months and the sex had been hot and wild right from day one - or actually, from night one. On our first date she'd put her hand on my thigh and I'd groaned. So she'd slid her hand over my cock and when she found it fully hard, she'd grasped it through my slacks and I'd shot off.
"You should have told me you were that close," she'd teased. "I hate to see cum go to waste." Then she'd undone my trousers, pulled out my cock, and licked up all the cum she could find. In the process, she'd gotten me hard again and took my second load minutes later.
"I was thinking about doing that for you anyway," she'd explained, then gave me a kiss that tasted more like my cum than her lipstick. Then she'd grabbed her purse and told me to call her, and let herself out of the car. I'd been so embarrassed by it all that it had been nearly a week before I'd called. She'd been a little miffed about that, but had put it aside and we'd started dating regularly, always having sex either at her apartment or my house if Johnny, my roommate, was gone. I'd explained how she'd been the first woman I'd been with since my divorce and she'd understood how that might have made me so quick on the trigger. She'd been honest about liking men with bigger cocks than mine, but had told me I was better at oral sex than most men, that I had a great sense of humor, and the fact that I loved to dance had earned me the privilege of being her regular lover.
So when she'd told me about this business trip she had coming up, I'd offered to use some of the vacation time I had saved up to come with her. Why a company would pick Las Vegas to have a serious business meeting seemed odd to me, but since her bosses were paying her expenses, who was I to question it. And why she'd decided to bring her sexiest lingerie on what was supposed to be primarily a business trip, I didn't know either. But I soon found out.
"Is that what you want?" she asked, pointing at the TV screen. I'd been watching her and had totally forgotten about the sexy action I'd been watching. When the lady on the phone from guest assistance had asked which of the adult channels I'd preferred, offering me straight, gay or bisexual, I'd chosen the Bi channel, glad that the guest assistance lady couldn't see me blushing or the fact that I was wearing Kate's lingerie. So it was with apprehension that I looked back at the TV to see what had caught Kate's attention. The two men and a woman that had been in an oral daisy chain when Kate had walked in were now fucking. One guy was fucking the girl and the other guy was fucking him. I mumbled something, not sure how to answer Kate's question.
"You want a real man to stick a real cock in that sissy ass of yours? You're no better than that fucking fool Rodney."
I knew that Rodney had been the guy she'd been dating and more than once Kate had mentioned how Rodney had been after her to join in a threesome with him and another woman and how he had all these fantasies about watching two women together. It was because of the way she'd spoken about Rodney that I'd been reluctant to mention any of my own fantasies, even though she'd asked me. While they weren't anything like Rodney's, I was still hesitant to mention mine or how they'd started back in high school. Now didn't seem like the best time to mention it either, in spite of how great an idea the porno channel had seemed like a couple of hours earlier.
"No . . . I didn't know . . . I found that channel by accident," I lied.
She turned to glare at me and a wicked smile I'd never seen before crossed her face. "Then how come," she said, almost hissing her words. "When I called to order this for you, the woman said you'd already ordered it?"
"You knew they had this?"
"This isn't my first trip to Vegas sweetie," she said, cocking her head and smiling again. "Just the first time I've brought a sissy with me. I knew if I got you watching this stuff and left you here alone with my things, you'd be playing with them."
I was stunned - too stunned to speak. If I was reading this right, and it wasn't just wishful thinking on my part, she'd intended to get me to reveal myself and what she was mad about was that I'd beat her to it. I had to ask, "How did you know?"
Now she was really smiling. It wasn't the soft, gentle smile like when she listened to me talk about my childhood. Or the wicked, sultry smile she'd give me as we undressed each other for sex. This was more of a triumphant smile, like she'd just hit a jackpot on one of the machines downstairs.
"Well, if you mean the lingerie, there were lots of hints. Like when you'd undress me, you'd let me keep my panties and bra on for a while so you could enjoy seeing me dressed that way, especially if it was some of the lingerie you've bought me. Or maybe the time I wrapped my slip around your cock to jack you off and your eyes damn near rolled back in your head. Things like that. But the biggie was the first time you spent the night at my place and you'd gone in the bathroom while I went to fix coffee and when I came back to ask you if you wanted cream or sugar, you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror holding my nightie in front of you like a woman trying on dresses. Then I stepped back, called your name, and when I walked in the bathroom you were hard as a rock. I've been teasing you with my lingerie ever since, hoping you'd say something but you've been too much of a sissy coward."
All I could do was nod in guilt and blush.
"And if you mean that," she went on, pointing at the TV and the bi-sexual threesome, "it was even easier to figure out. You're not the first guy I've known that enjoys some cock too. But you're the first to ever eat me out after sex and give me an orgasm that way. I think I've known about that since our first date when I licked up your cum and then kissed you and you tried to stick your tongue down my throat. Most men won't kiss me after I've had my mouth on their dicks, but not you. You kiss me with more passion than a guy that hasn't been with a woman in twenty years. You love the flavor of cock and cum on my lips. When I walked in here just now, you were watching one guy suck another and your mouth was in a perfect `O' shape, like you were wishing it was your mouth around that big cock. That's what you were thinking, wasn't it?"
She was right. She was EXACTLY right. I'd been within a stroke or two of blowing another load of cum when Kate had made her presence known to me, damn near scaring me to death. I'd been watching that big hard beauty on the TV screen and thinking about my roommate or about the one and only cock I'd ever sucked back twenty years earlier in my teens. The urge to do those things I'd enjoyed with Leonard had been building up over the last few years and had gotten worse during the last year with Johnny deciding to damn near become a nudist around the house.
Johnny was a friend from work that had gotten divorced a few months after me but under different circumstances. Where my wife Pat had moved out, leaving me the house and a mortgage that ate up most of my paycheck, Johnny's wife had tossed him out and he was living in an apartment. So when I mentioned one day at lunch that I was going to have to sell the house and asked about apartment rental where he lived, he suggested I rent out one or both of the two bedrooms I wasn't using and wait until I had more equity in the house before selling it. Johnny had seemed like a natural for a tenant and we often rode to work together, another help with the rising gas prices.
At first, we'd respected each others privacy. But then last summer, when the AC went out and it had taken a week to get a repairman out to fix it, Johnny had begun walking around the house in the nude and had teased me about being so shy that I didn't do it too. The truth was that my reluctance wasn't so much that I was shy as it was that I almost always started getting hard seeing Johnny naked. Besides, his cock was so much bigger than mine that it would have been embarrassing. When mine got hard it was about the size of Johnny's when his was soft. I could only imagine how big his might get when he had an erection and that was something I'd been imagining a lot lately. Sometimes I got the impression that Johnny was thinking along the same lines and waiting for me to make the first move, but like Kate had said, I was just too much of a sissy coward.
However, somehow at the moment I had to work up the courage to respond to Kate's accusation; her totally correct accusation. "I . . . Yes," I finally admitted, choking back the impulse to lie. Then I waited for her reaction. Would I be on the next plane home instead of spending the rest of the week with her here in Vegas? I was encouraged by the news that she'd had me figured out and it hadn't caused her to break off with me. What worried me was that it sounded to me like she'd set me up with the intention of catching me red-handed. She'd brought along the lingerie she knew I liked on purpose, sure that I'd do something with it when left alone and had even tried to get the porn channels put on the TV to make me horny enough to fall in her trap. Then I'd beat her to it. But of all her possible reactions, I wasn't prepared for what happened next.
I watched in awe as Kate slipped out of her business attire and stood before me dressed almost identically to the way I was, but without the nightie. Now I knew the real reason why she'd brought along two garter belts, extra stockings, and enough lingerie for two weeks. She'd intended to have one set on to tease me and enough for another for me to wear when I admitted my desire. But the most amazing thing was when she sat on the bed beside me, took my wilted cock in her hand, and told me, "You know sissy boy, there are ways that we can both enjoy your nasty sissy games. Didn't you learn to share when you were little?"
I hadn't. I'd been an only child and many of my friends from my youth had envied me that. They'd had brothers and sisters that sometimes drove them crazy and I often heard one of them say, "Pat, you're so damn lucky not to have a brother (or sister) that you have to share everything with." I thought that was pretty neat until I'd become friends with Leonard. That's when I learned he'd been sharing things with his big sister for years - mostly her clothing - and that his sister knew and approved. She'd even encouraged the both of us to play dress-up together and hadn't been at all shocked when she learned we were experimenting with sex. I'd envied Leonard having an older sister like Beth and not surprisingly, my ex had resembled Beth in appearance but not in attitude.
"I guess not," I answered. "I didn't have a brother or sister and the only sharing I did was with my friends." I assumed she was talking about sharing clothes or maybe information - like those TV evangelists that always start their sermon with, "I want to share with you today," and then launch into their lecture.
Since the smile on her face was somewhere between the soft, sympathetic one and the wicked, sexy one, I assumed she wanted me to share with her the reasons for my hidden secrets and how they'd started. For the next thirty minutes or so, I recounted how Leonard and I had grown from Little League teammates to high school lesbian lovers.
Leonard and I had gone to different elementary schools but had met playing in the local Little League. In middle school, we'd been put in the same home room and became friends but not close friends. Then a series of circumstances - the kind that seem innocent enough at the time but that have a lasting effect on your life - took place. Leonard's folks moved across town to a different school district and not two months later my folks decided to move to the same subdivision. Suddenly we were the new kids in school, had known each other for years, and lived less than two blocks from each other. That's when we became close friends and I learned about Leonard's secret life.
We were at that age when we were trying to learn as much about sex as possible and willing to try new things. In my estimation, Leonard's big sister Beth was as beautiful as it was possible for a female to be. She couldn't help but notice I had a crush on her and took every opportunity to tease me. There are images of Beth in her sexy little baby-doll nighties that are burned in my soul forever. Then one day she caught Len and me jacking off together, looking at a magazine, and instead of being upset, she'd complimented us on the way we were growing up and becoming men. Then, as she was walking out of Len's room, she told him that it might be more fun if he were to dress up as `Linda' for me.
We were of an age where only a cum or a cold shower - the kind with water so cold it almost freezes in the pipes - could have made our pricks soften, so as soon as Beth was gone, I asked Len about `Linda' and he told me how Beth had been dressing him in her old clothes for years, going back to when he'd still been in diapers. Beth had wanted a little sister and had taken every opportunity to make one of Leonard. Then he dropped the big bomb on me. "If I let her dress me like a baby girl, she'll let me suck her titties."
Beth's tits were something to behold! We hadn't started high school as yet and Beth was close to graduating from our local college. While our female classmates were just beginning to fill out, Beth was there and then some. So I was all ears - and hard dick - as Len told me how it had started with him being a bed-wetter until he was six or seven and how he'd been put in diapers at night, usually by Beth. About the time that Beth's breasts were budding, she'd gotten the urge to treat Len as her baby sister, putting him in one of her old nightgowns and then keeping him in diapers all day, encouraging him to wet them so she could change him. Then she'd simulated breast feeding him and the more he sucked on her nipples, the more she'd enjoyed it. By my calculations, they would have been six and thirteen at the time and that didn't seem too far fetched. But to find out they were still doing the same thing eight years later . . . that was astounding!
Over the next few weeks, I got to meet `Linda' and I was amazed at how much, with just a little effort, Leonard could look like a girl. I suppose it was inevitable that I'd want to try it too and with Beth's help I think I made a very pretty girl. I even offered to wear and wet a diaper if Beth would let me suck her tits, but she declined, telling us that we were both getting too old for that and that we'd have to be happy sucking each other.
Big dumb Patty' thought she meant sucking on each other's very padded bras, but Linda' explained what she really meant. "She wants us to try sucking each others dicks," he said, making us both blush at the thought.
That was something that could ruin our reputation at school, but then we didn't have that many friends besides each other. And if it was something that Beth approved of, it couldn't be all that bad. I saw it as the perfect opportunity to talk to Beth like I was an adult and while Linda' busied himself with some chore or other, Patty' went to Beth's room to talk to her. I asked her if she'd meant we should use our mouths on each other and she giggled and told me, "Why not?" I told her that if she thought that was okay, then I'd try it, but wouldn't know how to begin.
"It's simple," she told me. "Come here."
For a moment I thought I was going to get a blowjob from Beth but instead she took my hand, straightened out my middle finger, and then began licking and sucking on it like it was a small cock. I damn near shot off in the panties she'd given me to wear. But a short time later, I told `Linda' that I was ready to try it. And a short time after that, I tasted cum for the first time.
As best I can recall, and to be totally honest, I think the taste of cum almost made me sick. But as I was to later learn, partly from experience and partly from the information Beth shared with me, the taste of cum is an acquired taste and within months I'd acquired it - more accurately, desired it. Over the next few years we tried a number of different scenarios. Sometimes Pat would have sex with his girlfriend Linda' and sometimes Len would have sex with his girlfriend Patty' and sometimes sissies Linda' and Patty' would be make-believe lesbians.
When I'd finished my narration about Patty' and Linda', Kate continued to grin at me; then looked off for a moment before asking, "And you've not been with a man since then?"
I shook my head. "Nope."
Then she looked me in the eye. "Not even Johnny?"
Again I told her, "Nope."
"Have you wanted to?"
She was staring at me, not even blinking for fear of missing some clue that I was lying to her. I didn't lie. "Yeah . . . yeah I have. I don't know if I'd enjoy it less or more than I did back then. But I think about it a lot. Every time you do it for me, I wonder what it would be like to have a grown man in my mouth. Every time I see Johnny naked I wonder what it would be like to put his cock in my mouth and feel it harden and then shoot off. Even back then when Len and I were fooling around I used to taste my cum and thought that sometimes it tasted different than Len's and I've wondered if Johnny's would taste different to me.
"So what are you going to do about it?"
Her question left me speechless. I had no answer because while it had been a fantasy, it was one I'd never intended to act out in any way. In my twenties, I'd felt guilty when I'd masturbated, thinking about sissy `Patty' sucking Len's cock. But I was in my thirties now and comfortable with the knowledge that I'd probably have those thoughts with me all my life. It was one thing to have fond memories and another all together to act them out. So again I answered Kate truthfully. "I hadn't planned to do anything."
"But you said you wanted to."
I shook my head. "There's a difference. I've also wanted to have wild uninhibited sex with every female movie star I've ever seen, but that doesn't mean I intend to do it. So yeah, I've thought about dressing as Patty again and I've thought about sucking cock again, but wearing your clothes just now and watching the guys on TV do it is as close as I've ever come to doing any of it."
"Okay, let me ask you another way then. If we were to meet a guy that was cool with you dressing like that - and cool with us doing things like that movie you were watching, would you do it?"
Part of me wanted to scream, "Hell yes!" and another part of me, the one I'd lived with for so many years, was much more cautious. That was the part that told her, "If that's what you wanted, I'd be okay with it."
She laughed. "Yeah, I'm sure you'd be `okay with it' alright. I saw that look on your face when I slipped in the door and you didn't realize I was here. You're a slut for cock whether you realize it or not. Tell me you weren't thinking about getting your sissy cum sucking face fucked."
As I said earlier, that was EXACTLY what I'd been thinking. So all I could do was blush and nod my head and admit, "Yeah, that's what I was thinking."
"That makes it so simple," she told me, leaning over to give me a passionate kiss that led to us making love for an hour. The last act, as usual, was Kate sitting on my face while I licked my cum from her pussy and she quivered through her last orgasms. Then we'd laid together, cuddled in our lingerie and I had the chance to ask what made what so simple.
"Cock," she answered simply. "We need to find some cock to share. You want it and sometimes I miss having one bigger than yours to fuck. So the answer is simple. We find a cock we can share."
It suddenly dawned on me that I'd spent thirty minutes telling her about my teenage adventures when it had been a cock she'd wanted to share all along. But it hadn't been a wasted thirty minutes by any means. My honesty had brought us closer and inspired her to spend the next hour telling me about her boyfriends and lovers. There were a lot more than I expected and I got the impression there were many more that went unmentioned. By the time she finished, or at least took a break, I knew that if I wanted to keep Kate in my life, I'd have to accept the fact that I couldn't keep her to myself. I also learned - and accepted - that there was a kinky side to Kate that as yet we hadn't explored. In addition, I discovered that Johnny had been one of her ex lovers and that my meeting Kate hadn't been a chance encounter at all . . . .
Calling Johnny an "ex lover" wouldn't be totally correct. When I pressed for details, I learned - as I'd suspected - that Kate had been seeing other men besides me and that while she no longer dated Johnny, she still invited him, as well as a couple of others, over for sex occasionally. It was during one of those trysts that Johnny had told her about me, that he suspected I was bi, and that he'd found some reading material that indicated I might be a sissy at heart.
I knew what Johnny must have uncovered. Hidden - or at least I thought they were - on the top shelf of my bedroom closet were a small stack of magazines with letters from people telling about their sex lives. I'd bought several dozen of them over the years and it had been one of the things that had upset my ex. After she left, I'd gone through the magazines, keeping the ones that had stories about bi guys and cross-dressers, and had dog-eared those stories. As it turned out, Johnny had been the one that was home when the AC repairman had shown up and had gone in my closet where the circuit breaker panel was located and had seen the stack of magazines. Later he'd come back and looked through the books and that was what had inspired him to continue flaunting his nudity; knowing I had bisexual fantasies.
"Does Johnny know you were planning this?" I asked, curious as to how much part he'd played.
"No he doesn't. And he didn't know I was going to use the information he gave me so that I could `just happen' to run into you where you guys stop for a drink after work. He told me you were a decent looking guy, but I still expected you to be . . . I don't know . . . more of a sissy looking guy. Usually you don't seem like a sissy at all, but . . ." She had to laugh as she looked at him dressed in her lingerie, "Looking at you like that in . . . Well let me put it this way. I can tell you're a sissy at heart - even if you don't act the part in public." Then she rolled into me and kissed me before saying, "And I like you that way."
Then she went on to explain her theory, based on experience, that guys with big dicks had even bigger macho egos and that she'd concluded some time back that the perfect guy for her would be a guy that was a sissy at heart, was bi, and could accept her need to have one of those heavy hung macho guys in her bed from time to time. "When Johnny told me about you, and the magazines in your closet, and how you'd marked a lot of stories about guys that dress as women to please their wives, and how he knew you loved looking at his cock, I decided you might be the perfect guy for me." Then she kissed me again and told me, "And I still think so. What do you think?"
I didn't know what to think. Or maybe I had so much to think about that none of it would gel in my mind and create an answer. It was like a complete stranger walking up and handing me a million dollars and asking what I was going to spend it on, like I had this shopping list ready to go and was just waiting on him to show up. In fact, I might have more readily answered the guy with the million dollar check. What I intended to do with all the events of the last hour or so was totally unclear at that moment. So instead of answering her, I began to ask a series of questions just to be sure I had it right in my mind.
"You don't mind me dressing like this?"
"At home or with me, I'd love it. We'll have to see about having you dress up and go out like that."
That was no help. I was trying to clarify my thoughts and she threw in me dressing completely as a woman and going out in public. None of my thoughts or fantasies had included that until that moment. I decided to put that prospect aside for later discussion and asked the big one on my mind. "You want to continue seeing Johnny and you want me to join you?"
"Why not?" she countered. "You know you want to. Johnny knows you want to. I'd love to watch you. And Johnny isn't as straight as he likes to act. He was seeing me on the side when he was still married to Arlene and he told me about Arlene catching him with some guy in the neighborhood and spending the weekend with her parents. I know Johnny loves having his cock sucked and I don't think he cares who does it. I think you're a natural born cocksucker and the two of you should be taking advantage of that."
I wondered if it was possible to be a, "Natural Born Cocksucker" as she intimated. Beth, Len's sister, had said much the same thing when she'd watched me mouth her brother. Maybe I was carrying some sort of latent gene liked we'd studied about in biology when we'd covered genetics. Maybe I'd gotten the `cocksucker' gene from somewhere in my family tree. I had to wonder, if that was true, which of my male forefathers had been the cocksucker? Surely not my dad - but then, what did I know about his private life? My mom had made mention that he'd been quite a wild character before she came along and straightened him out. Was that how she'd meant the word "straightened?" I might have given that more thought but Kate said, "Oh wow!" and I turned to see what she was talking about.
There was a new movie started and a big titted (weren't they all) blonde was trying to suck two massive cocks at once. Both cocks had heads the size of a lemon and somehow the blonde got them both in her mouth at once. It was a feat worthy of Kate's awe and mine too.
She let me watch for a moment, then asked, "Think you could suck two like that?"
Sheepishly, I told her, "I don't know if I could suck one that big."
"There's a way to find out - if you're not too chicken shit to try it."
I thought she must be talking about Johnny again and with all the information she'd given me, he'd been in the back or front or side of my mind almost constantly. Even as we'd talked about other things, I'd kept coming back to Johnny and how I was going to face him back home and somehow let him know I knew he knew I wanted him to fuck my face with that beautiful cock of his.
"Yeah, if you're okay with it, I'm going to figure a way to do it."
"I already know a way. Get dressed but leave the lingerie on and let's go downstairs."
I knew she didn't mean to the casino. She'd shown no interest in gambling at all. But our hotel had one of the nicer buffets and she'd mentioned how hungry she was, so I assumed she meant she want us to go eat. Boy was I surprised when we got off the elevator and she steered me past the casino AND the restaurant and right out the front door.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see," she told me curtly, letting me know that there wasn't any sense in pursuing that.
"Will I be okay dressed like this?"
"Be better if we had a skirt and blouse on you," she said as the taxi pulled up. "But without makeup and a wig and heels, you're better off like that."
What I knew about Vegas was where the airport, the strip, and downtown were in relation to each other and could recognize a few of the street names. On the other hand, Kate seemed to know that town almost like a native, telling the driver exactly where to go and that made the cab driver look us both over more closely and smile.
"What kind of place is this?" I asked after paying the cabbie and he drove off.
"The kind you've been looking for," she answered without answering. "You've heard that saying they have here about, `What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas,' haven't you?"
When I nodded, she went on, "Well, this is one of the places where it happens."
I followed her to the door where two doormen, who judging by their size and physique were NOT there just to open doors, let us in. There was a sign just inside the door, illuminated as the place seemed very dim, saying that single men paid a twenty dollar cover charge, while unescorted ladies and couples got in free. That made me assume it was a strip club and when I spotted a near naked waitress and a stage to one side with a bare assed woman just leaving, I was sure I was right. Why Kate would want to go to a strip club, and why it was important for me to leave the lingerie on was beyond me, but I was following her lead.
I was confused when Kate went to the booth near the door where you paid the cover charge since I assume we wouldn't have to pay, but she never opened her purse, just got a little table sign from the lady behind the counter. Then we let a guy, wearing what looked to me like an athletic cup held in place by some string, lead us to a table near the stage. The guy had a tattoo of a single, long-stemmed rose on one ass cheek and that was all. The little strings around his waist and down the crack of his ass hid none of the rest of it and when Kate patted that bare ass as he was about to walk off, he smiled and winked at her.
Then the next act came on the stage and to my surprise, it was a guy. "Is this a men's club or a women's club or what?" I asked Kate as the music came up. "Both," she hollered, making me wish we hadn't sat so close to the stage and speakers. I think she said either sex club' but all I heard for sure was the sex club' part. Then I discovered what the table sign was for.
It was one of those plastic signs like some fast-food restaurants give you when you order your food and then go to a table. However in our case, or I should say in this place, what it signified was your sexual interest or more precisely, what we were looking for. Instead of a hundred different numbers, there were just a few possible combinations of colors and letters. The sign that Kate had picked up let everyone know we were bisexual and looking for a man. Kate explained that later, but by then it wasn't necessary. Almost from the moment she put the sign in the middle of the table, men started coming by the table to introduce themselves, like they were asking her to dance.
I tried to pay attention to what Kate said to each of them, but it was very hard to hear over the music and to tell the truth, I was fascinated by the guy on stage. By the time he was finished with his act, all he had on was a smile and a hard-on that stuck up and out like a wall-mounted flagpole. I turned back to Kate just in time to hear her tell a man to join us. At the same time, Mr. Athletic Cup brought us some drinks that the new guy at the table had ordered us and Kate gave Mr. Athletic Cup our table sign. An indication to me that she'd found what she wanted.
Almost the first words out of Kate's mouth, when I could hear her without the music blaring, was to introduce me to Kevin and tell me he was passive bi' and would be going back to the hotel with us. I knew what bi' meant and I was absolutely sure why he was going back to the hotel with us. But I wasn't sure what passive bi' meant and with my ears still ringing slightly, wondered if she'd said something about him passing by' instead.
Within a few minutes, Kate and Kevin were ready to go, but I was enthralled with the next act that had come on stage. It was a man and woman together and they did everything but suck and fuck right there. Kevin told me that if it was much later, and the crowd got into it - meaning throwing money on the stage - they would have. As it was, the guy had a string of pre-cum hanging off the head of his cock when the act ended. I sympathized with the guy and wondered how many times he'd have to perform between now and whenever much later was and he could finally finish what he had to start and stop each time.
In the cab, with the driver listening and trying his best to pretend he wasn't, Kate monopolized the conversation, telling Kevin that I was her sissy boyfriend, that I was wearing lingerie, and that I'd sucked cock in my teens, but not since and wanted one desperately. Kevin reminded her that he was passively bi and when I asked for an explanation, Kate told me that meant that he didn't mind getting his cock sucked by a man, but didn't reciprocate. "Don't worry," she added. "I'll suck your sissy clitty for you as much as you like." By then, the cabbie was all but biting his lip to keep from grinning at us and when we got out and I paid him, he winked at me and told me to, "Have fun sissy!"
"Sweetie - Put your nightie back on," Kate commanded as soon as we were in the room. I'd left it hanging on the back of the bathroom door and went in there to get out of my street clothes and into the nightgown. I thought I was prompt, but perhaps, nervousness caused me to take more time than I thought. When I came out of the bathroom, Kate was down to her panties, garter-belt and stockings, and had just finished removing the last of Kevin's clothes. "Just in time," she commented, smiling in my direction.
I wasn't sure how she meant that. Kevin was getting hard, but no where near as hard as the too male dancers that had looked like they'd been desperate to get their rocks off. And Kevin was bigger than me in the cock department, but not as big as I imagined Johnny would be or the two we'd been looking at on the TV that had initiated all this.
"How would you like us to begin?" Kevin asked Kate, then smiled at me. He was more than happy to let her run the whole show and had already figured out that I didn't have much say in what happened.
"Lay down on the bed," she told him. "At an angle so we have more room. You and I are going to sixty-nine and the sissy is going to get between your legs and suck you with me."
Our room had a single King-sized bed and Kevin moved to lay on it with his head on a pillow on one side and his feet pointed diagonally across at the other end. Then he spread his legs so that I could crawl between them, moving slowing on my elbows until my head hovered over his cock and full, hanging balls. By then, Kate had straddled his upper torso and eased back to bring her pussy to his lips, giving a brief gasp as his tongue touched her for the first time. I moved my head to one side to give her access to his cock, but she did the same, using one hand to grasp the base and point it at my face.
"Ladies first," I whispered.
She shook her head. "Not this time. I can get all of these I want. This one is for you. Sissies first."
I was as close to another man's cock as I'd been in twenty years and I wasn't about to argue. First I took it in my hand as she had done, marveling at the feel of another man's cock and how much bigger around his was than mine. When I jacked mine, my thumb and finger tips overlapped, but not with Kevin's. He wasn't quite fully hard yet; still there was a gap between them instead of an overlap. I stroked Kevin several times, each time my lips getting closer. I paused about six inches away to admire the swollen head one more time, and then I let my lips close over it, sucking it into my mouth and taking as much as I could without gagging. Then I slowly drew back, letting it slide out until my lips met at the tip, like I was kissing it. Remembering the things that had given Leonard pleasure, I licked the entire length of the underside, beginning at his balls and finishing with a double lick of the head. Then I sucked it again, this time using my tongue to tickle the underside as it slid in, and then out, of my mouth. That was a trick I'd learned from the woman I'd dated a few times before meeting my ex-wife and one my ex had never bothered to learn.
Then I don't remember what all I did, but it must have been a pretty good show. A few minutes later, Kate stopped me, telling me she wanted a turn and just before she put it in her mouth, she smiled at me and said, "Either you're lying to me about not having done this more, or you really and truly are a natural."
After a minute or two, she lifted off and told me, "I'm going to fuck him now and you're going to lick us both clean when we're done. Do a good job and you can expect to do it all the time back home."
That was six months ago and obviously, I did a good job - that night and each night that week with Kate in Vegas. Back home, Kate, Johnny, and I all live together now. Each of us has our own bedroom, but I don't think there's been a single night in the last six months when everyone was by themselves in their own room for a full night. The queen sized bed in my room had to be replaced with a king-sized bed as that is the usual meeting place for all three of us. While Johnny isn't the cock hound that I am, he does suck a pretty mean dick when he decides to and continues to run around the house in the nude, giving me access to his beautiful prick any time and place I want - he's always willing to feed me a load of jism.
As to Kate, she's in heaven! Between my tongue and Johnny's big cock, she's got it made and when the urge hits, she brings home a guy or gal to spend the night with her in her bedroom. Sometimes she'll share and even when she doesn't, if she's with a guy she'll come to my bedroom as soon as the guy has finished fucking her, and push Johnny to one side so that I can eat her lover's cum out of her.
And it's only going to get better. You see, she's been teaching me a lot about going out as `Patty' and becoming one of her girlfriends and has also agreed to be my wife. Well . . . really I agreed to be her husband since she asked me. What she's planning is a wedding in a few months in Vegas again and she wants to wear one of her business suits and I'm supposed to wear a simple wedding dress. Johnny is going with us to be her best man, and Jenny Marie, a young cross-dresser we've recently met over the internet just may go with us as my maid of honor. That depends a lot on this weekend. Jenny Marie is going to be spending a few days with us in diapers. Kate isn't sure how much she'll enjoy that, but if it turns out okay, she may be putting me back in diapers again soon too. She says she thinks I'll take to diapers as naturally as I took to sucking cocks and she may be right.
She's been right about everything else and I sure do love it when she calls me a `Natural Born Cocksucker' to everyone we meet.
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