Dixie Swingers

When people think of Mississippi, they think of confederate flags, cross burnings and hicks. They don’t think of swingers, but we do exist down here. I know, because I’m one of them. In many ways, I’m your typical Mississippi person. I am not ashamed to admit I’m a redneck. I drive a pickup truck and own a gun. I did graduate high school, but I never went to college. I got married to my high school sweetheart, Joey, when I got pregnant with our daughter, Lynette. Joey got a job working for the utility department and I stayed home with the kid and worked at Wal-Mart on the weekends. We managed to save up a little money and get a small two-bedroom shotgun shack, and settled down into the grind of life.

Most outsiders think that Mississippi is racist as hell, and we are all Klan members down here. It’s not like that, we live in a small town of about 4,000 people, where pretty much everyone knew each other. There wasn’t any open hostility, but the blacks, who were about 40 percent of the population, pretty much stayed in the own section of town. They had black churches and black bars. The only place where people really interacted was at school, where I had plenty of black friends. But, it didn’t really go beyond that. Interracial mixing was discouraged. I heard whispers of white girls, who fooled around with black guys and got pregnant. They were pretty much run out of town by their own families. Yeah, this was the 21st century, but we Mississippians are slow to change. Some people are still mad about losing the Civil War.

My parents were fairly open minded, for people in Mississippi. I never heard them using the n-word and they didn’t mind me having black friends. But my daddy, who was a pickup-driving redneck with a beer belly and cap, made it clear that it wasn’t to go beyond that.  “You can be friends with them, but we don’t mix,” he told me, when I turned 16 and started dating. My dad stood 6ft 4 inches, weighed over 250 pounds and was an intimidating figure. Mom and my sisters were all terrified, when he flew into a rage, and his word was law.

I could never understand why there was so much resistance to interracial dating. Nobody could ever give me a decent answer as to why black people, especially black men, were off limits. Some people that said that God didn’t believe in mixing race, but I had read the Bible and it was never mentioned there. Actually, growing up in Mississippi, people rarely talked about sex. We didn’t get sex education in school, apart from abstinence-only crap which we got in church, and my parents didn’t tell me anything, other than save it for marriage. Of course kids, being hormonal teenagers, experimented and many girls ended up like me, getting pregnant.

Even though Mississippi tried to stay stuck in the past, they couldn’t keep out the Internet and when you went online you could see anything. When Joey was off working and my daughter was sleeping, I would browse the Internet. I had some girlfriends from school I kept up with, and they would send me scandalous stuff, links to porn and even worse, interracial sex. I was shocked at the porn, but intrigued at the interracial stuff. I had only been with Joey, but the black men in the porn videos were huge, some of them must have been up to 10 inches. Were all black men hung like that, I wondered? Was that the reason why there was so much animosity towards black men?

Joey and I had a pretty normal sex life. We tried to do it as much as we could, but in between work and raising a daughter, we barely got around to it once a week. Joey realized we had gotten into a rut and one night, while laying in bed, he made a bold suggestion.

“Why don’t we look into swinging?” he asked cautiously. Like most men, he fantasized about having a threesome with two women. I wasn’t totally against the idea, I had practised french kissing with girls at sleepovers, but I had only been with Joey. I really wanted to see what it was like to be with other men and women, so we decided to kill two birds with one stone.

We went online and started searching. We joined Swing Lifestyle and found out there were actually quite a few swingers in Mississippi. There were a handful of clubs, but they were all in the big cities, which were far away from us. We decided we would have to settle for reaching out to people locally. I joined a group called Dixie Swingers and found out there was a member, about 30 minutes from us, who was throwing a get together. I talked to Joey and he said we should attend. That Saturday night we left our daughter with my mom, got decked out in our best jeans and dress shirts, hopped into Joey’s Chevy truck and followed the navigation directions to the house, which was a few towns over from us. The directions led us to a split-level home in an upscale neighborhood. We guessed where the party was, because there was a bunch of cars parked on the street in front of the home.

We gathered our courage and walked up the pathway past a neatly-trimmed lawn to the front door. We rang the doorbell and it was answered by a bear of a man, who wore a polo shirt and brown slacks. He had white hair and a deep tan.

“Well howdy,” he said jovially. “I’m Trent, you guys must be here for the party.”

He welcomed us into his beautiful house and showed us around. The living room was filled with a variety of people of different ages. They looked as if they came from all walks of life, there were some preppy-looking couples, a few people who dressed country and even some senior citizens. Trent introduced us to his wife, Candi. She was short, with bleached blonde hair, and huge, fake breasts. She wore a black, lace top, black leggings, and she seemed friendly. They seemed like an odd pair and I wondered what had drawn them together. He was much older than her.

Trent gave us a brief tour of the home, showing the upstairs bedrooms and the backyard pool. As he was talking, he gave a brief history of how he started swinging.

“I went to college in San Francisco, which is Freak City,” he said. “That’s where I got into all of this. When I moved back to Mississippi, I got married and tried to live the vanilla life, but that didn’t satisfy me. I got divorced and then I met Candi. I like to watch her getting fucked.”

I was embarrassed, he was so casual about his sexuality, but I was also turned on by his explicit talk. Trent finished his tour and we found ourselves back in the spacious kitchen, where Candi was filling up an ice bowl.

“Y’all have a nice house,” I said shyly.

“Well, thank you, sugar,” said Candi sweetly. “You have a pretty husband.” She eyed Joey. He was tanned and muscular from his job working on the lines at the utility company. He had a rugged charm about him, and that was what first attracted me. I could see how he drew women in. At first, I felt pangs of jealousy, because some other woman was looking at him with googly eyes, but then I reminded myself we had come to the party to explore our boundaries.

Candi offered us some drinks and then she nestled in a corner with Joey and I. She was very flirtatious, playing with his chest and running her fingers through his hair. Candi also let an arm snake round my waist, so I wasn’t left out. She started to hug both of us and exchange kisses. It was the first time I had been kissed by an adult woman, and it felt different from a man, much softer and sensual. There was also no stubble, which was a pleasant change. She clutched our hands and said, “Let’s take this upstairs.”

She led us to a well-furnished bedroom which featured a four-poster bed. Candi pulled off her top and unhooked her bra. Her fake boobs spilled free and I could see Joey starring at them. I also noticed a huge bulge in his jeans, as Candi pulled off her pants and revealed she had a bald muff. Apparently, she was ready for action. She beckoned me to come to her and we embraced. She kissed me passionately and started tugging at my clothes. My blouse and bra were soon off as she ripped off my jeans and yanked down my cotton panties. I felt her warm mouth against my breasts as she teased my nipples until they were hard. l couldn’t believe I was making out with a beautiful woman, while my husband watched in the corner.

“You got a pretty pussy, sugar,” said Candi huskily. “I want to eat it.”

I nodded silently, enthralled by her touch. She pushed me down on the bed and spread my legs. Before she started working on my pussy, she called over her shoulder to Joey.

“You want to get in on this, stud?” she asked. “My pussy ain’t seen no action.”

Joey didn’t have to be asked twice. He unbuttoned his shirt, pulled off his boxers and jeans. His dick was red and hard. Joey got behind Candi and fucked her doggy style, as she licked my pussy. He had gone down on me a few times, but he was nothing like Candi. She had evidently done this before, and she licked my cunt as if it was second nature. I opened my mouth and tried to scream, but the sound was caught in my throat. All that came out, was a throaty moan. Joey was fucking Candi from behind and I could hear his hips slapping against her ass. I could feel every thrust, because each pump pushed her mouth deeper into my snatch.

I felt the first wave of an orgasm building up in me. I tried to hold it back as long as I could, but Candi was just too good. I clutched the pillows, threw my head back and yelled, “Oh God! I’m coming.” My body shook as it was wracked with a huge orgasm. I fell back on the bed, with my arm covering my face. I rested as Candi and Joey kept fucking. He was pounding her hard while she was urging him on.

“Yeah, stud,” she growled. “Give me that dick.”

Joey kept thrusting away at her pussy. I could hear him grunting and watched his face contort. I knew he was getting close. Candi was right in front of me and I got a good look at her face as she was cumming. She groaned loudly and her eyes rolled back in her head. She clutched the sheets and screamed, “Oh my God! Right there!” Joey slammed hard against her, grabbed some hair and grunted as he shot his load. Candi fell face down on the bed exhausted as, Joey pulled his dripping cock out of her. She rested for a few moments, then got up and started pulling her clothes on.

“Sorry to run, but that was great,” she said, as she put on her pants. “I gotta go downstairs and play hostess.” And with that, she disappeared.

We relaxed on the bed for a while. Joey looked over at me with a big grin on his face.

“Thank you for making my dream come true,” he said.

I kissed him, pleased that I could make him happy.  We put our clothes back on and went downstairs to join the party. I was thirsty and headed to the kitchen to get some refreshments. I was struck by a tall, black man, who was standing in the corner chatting with Candi.  He was bald and had a neatly-trimmed moustache. He wore a starched shirt and pressed jeans. The man looked gorgeous. Candi noticed me staring at the guy and introduced us.

“Lonnie, this is Sissy,” Candie said, with a grin. “Sissy and her husband, Joey, are newbies. I need to mingle, so you be nice to her.”

She drifted off, leaving me alone with Lonnie. I was tongue tied in front of him. As a white girl, in Mississippi I had been warned, on the pain of death, to stay away from black men, but here was one right in front of me, in this sexual playground. I had already broken so many taboos, was I going to be able to break the big one?

Fortunately, Lonnie was talkative. He said he owned a trucking company and drove all over the country. He had also been in the Marines and traveled the world.

“It showed me there was a big world outside Mississippi,” he said. “That was when I first hooked up with white women. l realized I liked it and they liked me.”

“What do you mean?” I asked naively.

“There are lot of white women all over the world, who want to fuck black guys,” he said casually. “Even here in Mississippi, believe it or not. That’s why I come to these parties.”

I eyed his crotch and he stared at my nipples, which were straining against the thin fabric of my blouse. The sexual tension was thick in the air. Joey showed up and I grabbed his hand and pulled him aside.

“Joey,” I said. “I want to fuck that black dude and I don’t know how to ask him. Can you do it? I made your fantasy come true.”

Joey grinned slyly. “I noticed you talking to him,” he said. “Actually, I always fantasized about watching you fuck a black guy. Let me see what I can do.”

He went over to Lonnie and they chatted for a while and then both came back over to me. “Okay, let’s do this,” Lonnie said. We found an empty downstairs bedroom and closed the door behind us. Lonnie gently brushed my hair and touched my ass.

“Come here, Sissy,” he said and pulled me too him. His touch was firm, but strong and he kissed me with his full, red lips. They felt so sensuous as they smothered my mouth. I had seen old racist cartoons, where they mocked black people with huge lips. Well, all I can say is, they have no idea what they were talking about. Those huge, luscious lips felt incredible against my small mouth. I wanted to bite them, because they felt so juicy. I began to unbutton my blouse, and take off my pants. Lonnie pulled off his shirt and revealed a muscled, brown chest. I reached out and touched him, fascinated by the contrast of my pale, white hands against his brown skin.

Lonnie bent down and kissed my breasts. Those huge lips felt wonderful sucking on my nipples, as I bent my head back and groaned. Lonnie stepped back from me and pulled off his jeans. He dropped his boxers and I gasped. He had a beautiful cock, which must have been at least eight inches long. It was brown, shiny and had a mushroom head. This was my dream come true, I felt like I was living in a porn movie. Lonnie got behind me and kissed my neck. He pushed me onto the bed and gripped my butt.

“Hey, you want to get in on this, Joey?” he asked. Joey dropped his pants and was stroking himself. He came over to the bed and slipped his cock into my mouth. I swallowed him, just as Lonnie pushed into me. I would have screamed, if my mouth hadn’t been full, but I soon got used to his thick tool moving back and forth in my pussy. He was stretching me out and taking me to places I’d never gone before. I felt Lonnie pound away at my cunt as I sucked Joey’s dick. I had been with Joey since I was 16 and knew his cock better than the back of my hand. Getting him off was easy, except this time, I had the added pleasure of being fucked by a big, black cock. It felt sumptuous!

My tongue teased Joey and licked away at his shaft. I watched his face get red and contort, as he tried to hold back the inevitable. But I was too skillful. I stroked his cock as I sucked and milked his man juice from his balls. Joey pulled out of me and sat back on the bed drained. Lonnie was taking his time, fucking me with slow,deep thrusts. He was bringing me slowly to the peak and every time he thrust into me, he went deeper into my womb. He built up the pace and soon was slamming me hard. I lost control and screamed as one orgasm ripped through me, then another and another. Suddenly, I felt Lonnie groan, tense up against me and shoot hot cum into my cunt. He was fucking me so hard, I lost count of how many times I came. I lay back on the bed and watched the two men gasping for breath. I smiled to myself knowing, I drained both of them. I was still raring to go, but realized the men needed a breather.

Lonnie got up, and pulled on his pants. “Thanks,” he said. “That was awesome. Let’s stay in touch.”

We stayed at the party a few more hours and watched people fuck and suck. Candi found me again and asked if I had played with Lonnie. I said I had.

“He’s good, isn’t he?” she said. “Be careful, you can get hooked on that black dick. Hell, if I wasn’t married to Trent, I’d be banging down his door.”

We both giggled like women who had been let into a secret sorority that worshipped BBC. Joey and I were getting tired, we left and drove home discussing our wild night. We started going out to parties regularly and hooking up with bisexual women on Swing Lifestyle. I saw Lonnie at parties and always made a beeline for him. He was real popular with the ladies and I had to get there quick or end up taking a number. Lonnie discovered my profile on Swing Lifestyle and we stayed in touch that way too.

Unfortunately, things didn’t get better between me and Joey. He enjoyed the party lifestyle a little too much. He started going out drinking with his buddies and I learned he hooked up with some of the women we had met, without me. He would often be gone on weekend benders and I would never see him at all, leaving me to raise our daughter practically by myself. Eventually, he moved in with one of his buddies and said he wanted to live the single life. I was devastated and cried myself to sleep for a few weeks. This wasn’t supposed to happen to high-school sweethearts. I really shouldn’t have been surprised. Mississippi might be the buckle of the Bible Belt, but we also have a very high divorce rate too. All those shot-gun weddings don’t lead to marital bliss.

I suddenly realized that I could now do whatever I wanted. I thought about Lonnie and remembered the way it felt fucking him. It was so good, that I dreamed of him when I was having sex with Joey. Now that I was single, I could do like Candi said, and have Lonnie anytime I wanted. I emailed him and asked for his number. We talked on the phone for a few minutes and I asked him if he could come over. Even though it was the 21st century, we had to keep it on the downlow. He came over to my house around midnight, when all my neighbors were asleep. Lynette was also out cold too. He parked his truck down the street and sneaked to my door. I met him wearing a bra and panties and quickly let him in. He kissed me and I dragged him to my bedroom. We had known each other for a while, so we both realized what we wanted. My undies were off in a flash and he was soon naked too. I stood there and admired his glistening body.  I lay back on the bed and watched him hover over me. His mouth devoured my breasts, and he traced his tongue down my body, stopping at my pussy. He got between my legs and sucked on my clit. His tongue thrust into my dripping cunt as his thumbs tweaked my clitoris. His pussy-eating skills were almost as good as Candi’s, and I had multiple orgasms, before I gushed on his face. But Lonnie wasn’t finished, that was the entree, I wanted the main course -- his dick. He climbed on top of me and pinned my legs behind my head. He sank his cock deep into my pussy and I had to bite my hand to stifle a scream. We had fucked before, but never this deeply and intimately. Lonnie pumped his prick into me again and again, until my pussy throbbed with another orgasm. I was climaxing again and I barely noticed when he grunted and shot his load.

We lay there listening to the crickets chirping in the steamy night, as the fan hummed in the background.  I laid my hand over his taut stomach tenderly.

“I want you to spend the night ...” I said.

“ … but you don’t want your neighbors to see me,” he answered. “I understand.”

We made love twice more and Lonnie left at 2 a.m. I felt abandoned in the big bed and all alone. I wanted to do more than fuck, I wanted to wake up next to him. Lonnie and I now see each other regularly. He comes over at night and sometimes we hook up at motels on the outskirts of town, where no one can see us. We’ve even taken pictures of our naked bodies lying together, which looks ever so erotic. I use them to get me off, when he is gone.  It’s not perfect, but it’s the best I can do right now. I don’t know how to tell my family that I prefer black men.  Until then, I will keep my affair on the downlow. Maybe one day I’ll have the courage to tell the world I love BBC.

The Luckiest Man in the World

Most brothers envy me. They think I have the perfect set up. You see I have a girlfriend who is bisexual and lets me be with other women. I think it's the ideal relationship because I don’t think monogamy is natural. Men are biologically driven to be with as many women as possible. We want to spread our seed with as many females as we can to ensure the survival of our line. 

I majored in anthropology, so I have studied this. The caveman didn’t just have sex with one partner, he mated with several women in case his primary mate and offspring died. Monogamy is a social construct cooked up by the church to try to bottle up human sexuality and clarify paternal lines. The church realized that having men screwing a bunch of women would create a lot of unwanted children with no fathers, so they enforced monogamy.

Of course human society has always got around this. The patriarchs and kings in the bible were polygamists and also had concubines. The clergy have generally looked the other ways while royalty kept harems. Most royal marriages were political unions, not for love, so it was accepted that both parties could have lovers. Even queens could get away with it, as long as they were discreet. And regular people also had their way around monogamy. Prostitution was accepted in ancient cultures as a way of controlling the male sex drive.

Monogamy was not the rule of law in precolonial Africa. Much of Africa and the Middle East still practices polygamy. Monogamy was just more bullshit heaped on Africa by Western imperialism. Monogamy has also never been well practiced in the United States. White men pretended to be good church going folk, but got to have their way with female slaves and housemaids. Black slave families were broken up because the men were often loaned out to different plantations and forced to mate with other female slaves.

In modern times, monogamy has proven to be a dismal failure. People like to point the finger at black men having babies all over the place, but its not just brothers. White men are also screwing around and having kids out of wedlock. Can you say John Edwards or Strom Thurmond? White men just have the money to cover it up. The women are either paid off to keep the kids under wraps or have abortions. In some cases, men wed their mistresses and become serial monogamists like Kelsey Grammer. Either way, it's not one man one wife. And it's not just the men. Just watch Maury Povich’s god-awful talk show and you’ll realize that a lot of women lie about fidelity. Studies of DNA testing labs show about one in three men is raising a child that is biologically not his.

That’s why I have decided to be open about it.  I am a boho, a black bohemian, anyway. I wear natural dreads, have tattoos and smoke pot. I decided long ago that monogamy was not for me. The few times I tried it was a disaster. I usually ended up cheating on the sisters, which lead to screaming matches, thrown plates and a keyed car. It was compounded by the fact that sisters seem to be able to sniff out when you are taken. The minute you settled down with one, the others would come out of the woodwork and start throwing pussy at you. Eventually I would get bored and take them up on their offer.

When I got married, I was determined to be faithful, but I felt like a caged lion. My sexuality felt like it was on lock down and I was glad when we eventually divorced after a year of misery.

I prefer sisters, I just love their strength, those thick thighs and juicy booties, there ain’t nothing like it. After months of being single I had tried online dating and things went well until I mentioned that I didn’t believe in monogamy and then sisters would disappear faster than an unlocked car in a bad neighborhood. I figured that consensual non monogamy was the way to go and I decided to explore polyamorous relationships.  Fortunately, there are all kinds of resources on the Internet to find like-minded people. I was in a Facebook group called Grown and Sexy Black Folks, which was full of freaky sisters. Brothers often complain that sisters are not open minded, but there were lots of sexual adventurous sisters in that group who talked about threesomes, anal sex and experiences with other women. I discovered Keisha, an artist who lived close to me. I sent her a private message and we started chatting.

Keisha turned out to be a boho like me. She displayed her work in a gallery in Santa Monica and told me she had done some nude modeling in the past. She had also backpacked across Europe and been on a trip to the motherland. She was kind enough to send me some tasteful nudes of her. She was a caramel-colored sister with a curvaceous figure. She had thick thighs, heavy breasts and a large booty, just like I liked them. With her big Afro, she looked like an African Earth mother. Keisha said that she also didn’t like labels. She described herself as sexually fluid and had relationships with both men and women. She went with the flow.

We decided to meet at a local club for drinks after work. I arrived first and got a place at the bar. Keisha showed up looking like a vision in an African print dress, sandals and a head tie. Having talked online and cam for several weeks, we were as thick as thieves. It was supposed to be an initial meet and greet, but we were both drawn to each other. The air was thick with sexual tension.

Keisha leaned close to me and whispered, “Who are fooling, let’s get out here.”

I followed Keisha’s VW Beetle back to her apartment complex. She led me into her place which was tastefully decorated with African art and smelled of incense. Once inside we fell on each other. Our hands roamed over each other curious at what lay underneath those clothes. She cupped my bulge, and I felt her heavy breasts. She shrugged off her dress and revealed she was wearing a black bra and thong panties. Her bra seemed to be working overtime restraining her ample bosom and she quickly unhooked it to let her girls run free. I gasped as she stood there wearing just a thong. Her boobs looked spectacular in their natural element. She slipped off the thong and revealed a neatly-trimmed patch of pubic hair.

“I don’t like the bald look,” she said as I admired her naked body. “I think grown women should have some hair down there.”

I quickly pulled off my shirt, dropped my pants and was naked. I don’t wear underwear, so Keisha was free to admire my eight-inch erection,

Her eyes opened wide and said, “Oh, I am going to enjoy that.”

She stepped closer to me and stroked my cock. My hands went straight for her boobs and started massaging them and playing with her nipples.

“Ooh, my nipples are really sensitive,” she said. “You’re making me wet.”

She led me to her bed and had me sit down on the edge. She knelt between my legs, grasped my cock and slowly inched her mouth over it. I gasped as I felt her wet mouth envelop me.  She covered my groin with light kisses and even dipped her tongue into my navel. She finally returned to my cock and began bobbing her head up and down at the same time making a twisting motion with her hand. I didn’t take long before I started to feel that burning pressure in my groin and I felt cum spurting uncontrollably out of my dick. Keisha eased her head back and watched as the cum coated her hands and spattered her breasts.

Keisha looked pleased with herself, “I love watching a man cum and lose control like that,’ she said. “It makes me feel so powerful.”

She got up from her knees and sat on the bed, spreading her legs.

“Now eat me,” she said.

After the orgasm she had just given me, I felt obliged to return the favor. I got between her legs and inhaled her musky womanly smell. I licked around the edge of her pussy which was already moist. I spread her lips apart and got a look at her pink inner cunt, which contrasted against her dark skin. I noticed the hood of her pussy was pierced. This girl was very adventurous.

I lapped her soaking cunt and drank in her juices. Then I concentrated my efforts on her clit gently stabbing it with my tongue.

“Oh yes,” she whispered. “Right there, don’t stop.”

I kept tonguing her clit, eventually took the whole thing in my mouth and sucked it hard. That did it for her. She reared forward, jammed my face into her crotch and yelped as she came.

She lay back on the bed, panting for breath. I lay next to her my face wet from saliva, sweat and pussy juice.

Keisha rolled over and looked at me. “Well, I am glad that’s over and done with,” she said.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “Didn’t you enjoy it?”

“I sure did, but you never know if a brother is going to be packing or know how to use the equipment,” she said. “I hate all that dishonesty and lying that goes on in the early stages. I’d rather get to know early on if we are sexually compatible.”

“So how did I do?” I asked.

“You passed the test with flying colors,” she said with a grin. She reached for my cock and quickly brought it to life. Keisha laid back on the bed and stretched her legs wide open. ‘

“Now I want you to fuck me,” she said seductively.

I quickly got between her legs and sank my shaft into her still wet pussy. Her velvet folds gripped my cock and gave me a welcoming hug. I thrust deep into her snatch and watched her head roll back,mouth open wide.

“Oh shit, you’re in so deep,” she said.

Her legs clasped around my hips in a vice-like lock. I slammed away at her pussy, each thrust bringing her closer to that moment. I watched her face screw up and try to hold back, but she eventually let go as the warmth of an orgasm spread through her body.

She clawed my back and shrieked “I am coming,” as she thrust her hips towards me.  Then she tensed up and relaxed. She lay her head against my chest and listened to my heart racing. After a short rest we continued to fuck like crazy throughout the night. I ended up spending the whole weekend at her place and we barely left the apartment. Keisha briefly stepped out to buy me a toothbrush and get us In and Out Burger and then it was back to sex. We did it doggy style, reverse cowgirl and up against the wall. When I was tired and needed a break, she whipped out a vibrator and pleasured herself. She also asked me to jerk off for her because thought the idea of men stroking their cocks to orgasm was sexy.

We continued seeing each other about once a week enjoying our bodies. And when weren’t naked we went to poetry readings, smoked pot and watched independent movies and documentaries. Keisha opened up to me about her history with bisexuality. She said she had experimented with both boys and girls in college.

“I tried dating and sleeping with guys at first, but didn’t care for it. I found most men to be selfish lovers,” she said. “I tried women and enjoyed them. But then realized that I missed men. I miss their strength and sometimes I just want a big, warm dick inside me. Using a dildo or a strap on just isn’t the same.”

She also said that she often got bored with the same partner and liked variety. I admitted I had the same problem and that was why I wanted to try an open relationship. After a month of hot sex, Keisha began to hunger for a woman’s touch and asked me if it was okay to look for a female partner. I said I was fine with it, as long she included me.

Now here is my advice to brothers trying to set up a threesome. Let the woman do all the work. They run the game in a menage a trois. Most single, bisexual women will respond better to the overtures of a female, than a creepy dude trying to pressure his woman into a threesome.

Keisha got online and started sending out messages on Adult Friend Finder, FetLife and adult Facebook pages. It's harder than you think. The single bisexual female seems to be a rarity in the lifestyle. They call them unicorns for a reason. I guess the few single ones that do exist get snapped up quickly or have their pick of men and couples.

Finally, after weeks of sending out feelers Keisha got an email from Ladonna, a teacher and single mother who lived in Ontario. We looked at her profile. She was a short-light skinned sister with long braids. She had a pear-shaped figure will small breasts and a wide, firm ass. Keisha sent her an email in return and we soon moved over to chatting on Skype.

Ladonna told us that she had just gotten divorced and was not looking for anything serious. She had been married to a man for several years, but now wanted to explore her bisexuality.

“My husband was a church man and he wasn’t about to share me with anyone, man or woman,” she explained.

Apparently she had been with women when she was in college and was eager to try that again. Keisha and Ladonna were apparently quite smitten with each other and the Skype sessions soon got heated. First they started with compliments about each other’s clothes and hair and it escalated from there. Soon they were stripping on cam. And eventually they started to jerk off in front of each other. Meanwhile, I just stayed in the background content to watch Keisha’s beautiful naked body writhing in passion as she masturbated.

After weeks of online sex, Ladonna said her ex was getting the kids for the weekend and she could come down and see us. That night Keisha made spaghetti and meatballs in honor of our guest while I went out and bought a bouquet of flowers. When Ladonna arrived, she was surprised at the meal prepared in her honor and taken back by the roses.

“This is all for me?” she said surprised. “I am so used to catering to my kids, that it's nice to have someone take care of me for a change.”

“We wanted to make you feel special,” I said. “You are our guest for the weekend.”

After dinner, I put on some jazz music and we sat around and shared a joint. I had noticed that the women had begun to eye each other lustily and they started kissing each other sensually. They stood in the middle of the living room and caressed each others bodies as jazz wafted in the background. Keisha started to tug at Ladonna’s blouse and soon had it over her head. She unhooked Ladonna’s bra and freed her small breasts. Keisha began to nuzzle and suck on Ladonna’s boobs until her nipples stood up. Then Keisha unbuckled Ladonna’s jeans and peeled them off. Ladonna was wearing red boys shorts that showed off her plump butt and thick thighs. Keisha knelt in front of Ladonna and pulled off the boy shorts, revealing a strip of black pubic hair. Keisha reverently kissed Ladonna’s pussy and lapped the edges. Ladonna cradled Keisha head as she ate her pussy.

“That’s it baby, eat my pussy good,” Ladonna whispered.

Keisha had blown me numerous times and I knew she had a skilled tongue. Ladonna started to feel the effects of Keisha’s expert licking. Her eyes were closed tightly shut as she threw her head back and opened her mouth to let out a silent scream.

“Oh god,” she uttered, and gripped Keisha’s Afro. “I am cumming.”

Her legs began to shake and she grabbed her breast as an orgasm ripped through her body.

Keisha stood up shrugged off her clothes and sat naked on the couch. She pulled Ladonna to her and said, “Now, you do me.”

“It’s been a while since I did this, but I think I remember my way around a pussy,” Ladonna said nervously.  She knelt between Keisha’s legs and kissed her muff. She planted her mouth on Keisha’s slit and stuck her tongue deep into her pussy.

“Mmm,” Keisha said as Ladonna’s tongue explored her vag. “That feels so good.”

Ladonna had remembered her old skills because she spread Keisha’s lips and attacked her clit. She took Keisha’s clit in her mouth and sucked it like it was an orange. The apartment was filled with the sounds of  smooth jazz music, wet slurping noises and Keisha’s high-pitched yelps. The yelps turned into deep growls as Keisha got closer to her climax. She let out a loud moan, grabbed Ladonna’s braids and gushed all over her face.

“Wow,” she said, gasping for breath. “Now I remember why I like having women eat my pussy.”

The naked women suddenly looked up at me. I had been smoking a joint and patiently watching the show.

“Did you like that, babe?” Keisha said. “I know that’s what you men all dream about.”

I didn’t say anything because she already knew the answer. My rock hard dick was the testimony.  

“I think he needs some attention,” she said, giggling at Ladonna.

The two beautiful women walked over to me and smothered my face with their breasts. I opened my mouth and tried to capture their nipples. Keisha got between my knees and unzipped my pants. Ladonna knelt beside me and fed me a boob. I couldn’t see what was going on but I felt that Keisha had freed my cock and slipped me into her mouth.

“Ladonna, you need to get down here,” Keisha said. “Kevin has a beautiful cock.”

Ladonna pulled her boob out of my mouth and joined Keisha at my groin. She stroked my cock.

“You are right girl, that is a wonderful piece of man meat,” Ladonna said.

The sisters each settled on a side of my dick and began to lick the edge. They switched positions and Keisha slid her mouth up and down my dick, while Ladonna sucked gently on my balls. The sight and sensation of two naked women pleasuring me was an incredible turn on.  I believe in the equality of the sexes, but I can’t deny that the idea of two women sharing oral duties on my dick was a huge boost to my ego.

My body started to react to all that female attention and I started to feel a growing pressure building up in my groin. I tried mightily to hold back the orgasm as long as I could, but I couldn’t stop it and I exploded over the women. Cum spurted out of my dick coating their faces and breasts with warm jizz. The ladies let me take a breather while they cleaned up. When they returned, they each had mischievous looks on their faces.

“Come on brother, your work isn’t done yet,” said Keisha.

She pulled me up and led me to the bedroom. I laid down on the bed and Keisha mounted me.  Ladonna sat on my face with her body pointed towards Keisha so they could kiss as they both rode me. I was smothered by two beautiful sisters who were using me as their personal sex toy. Since Ladonna ass was covering my face, I couldn’t see what was going on. I just felt Keisha thrusting her wet pussy against me, while my tongue licked away inside Ladonna's kitty. My muffled groans were drowned out by the women’s panting and purring. Their breath began to get quicker as they got closer to their peaks.

Keisha came first. She started whimpering and thrusting harder against my cock. I heard her yell loudly as she released a gushing orgasm on my dick. Ladonna was close behind her and she covered my face with a burst of lady cum. Covered in feminine juice, I also pumped a load of hot cum into Keisha’s sopping pussy. The women climbed off me and we all lay there covered in sticky bodily fluids, but too tired to move. Keisha slipped into the bathroom and came back with wet towels to clean us up.

During all that frenzied love making we hadn’t realized it had gotten dark aside. We all got beneath the covers and snuggled together tired from our efforts. The next day I woke up with a raging erection, despite the last night's events. Keisha and I often liked to kick off the morning with a wake up fuck, so I roused her and got her on all fours. Ladonna woke up groggily, saw what we were doing and decided to join in. She positioned herself in front of Keisha so she could have her cunt lapped. I pounded away on Keisha’s thick ass and watched her pleasuring Ladonna until she came. It was a great way to start the morning.

Afterwards, I made the ladies scrambled eggs and hash browns as they showered and got ready for the day. We could have easily spent the day in bed screwing, but we decided to go down to Santa Monica and wander along the beach. I spent the day holding hands with my two Nubian queens enjoying the California sunshine. I felt like one of my African ancestors with two wives, except in my harem the women got to play with each other.

The weekend went by too quickly as we enjoyed each other’s bodies and treasured our closeness. We were both disappointed when Ladonna said she had to return home and pick up her kids. But we continue to see her occasionally. That gives Keisha and I time to enjoy each other, and when we want to switch things up we invite Ladonna over. It’s the perfect set up. I am a happy man and not going anywhere.

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