Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2007 07:09:51 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Bob, Betty and Bi-Sex Part Two" by Jay Roberts   Bi Encounters

I was playing games with Bob's card.  I put it in a drawer, then took it
out and put it on my dresser, finally it landed back in my pocket.  I was
going through an arid sexual period, unusual for me.  My thought kept
returning to the evening I spent with Bob and Betty.  I had never had such
a vivid experience before.  The sex was absolutely mind shattering.  The
cum was the strongest I ever felt.  The intimacy with the two was
affecting; being both emotional and humiliating.  Now the humbling may have
been what made the event so strong in memory.

The smart thing was to chalk everything to experience and destroy the card.
That was what a sane guy would do.  I did the opposite.  Three days later I
called the number.  Bob answered in his confident deep voice.  "Ah sweet
Craig. I knew you would call again, they always do, but you waited three
whole days, you are strong kiddo.  I guess you're hard right now, maybe
waiting for orders, yes?"

I hadn't been prepared for this insolence and almost hung up.  "Just wanted
to say hello."

"Yeah, do you always throw around fucking lies?  Why don't you come out
with it?  You're hungry for more of the Bobbie and Betty brand of sex."

"I would like to see you and Betty."

"Tell you what blondie, we have a guest coming for dinner tonight, why
don't you join us, six for drinks, seven for getting off, Hah.  When you
arrive the foyer will be dark.  Drop your clothes out there and knock on
the door to the apartment.  We'll take it from there."

When I hung up the phone, I realized that my hand was shaking violently and
I could hardly catch my breath.  My cock was pushing out my shorts and
actually hurting from the stiffness.  I resisted relieving myself and took
a long bath and then a nap.

I cabbed over to the three-story white stone near the museum.  As I walked
to the two steps down to the grilled door I realized that I was shaking all
over.  Maybe I should turn around and go home, but the lure of a sexual
adventure made me ring the bell.  Betty's alto voice came through the
speaker clear and loud.  "Is that you Craig baby, doors unlocked, come in
and take the elevator to the third floor."

I alit at the same foyer as previously.  I noted, as I undressed, according
to orders, that mine were the only clothes in the small anteroom.  That
mean the others undressed inside.  I had a crazy idea that I would enter
and I would be the only nude one, but as soon as I tapped on the door, Bob
opened it.  He was naked, his cock was sticking out hard and he had a soft,
sort of silly look on his face.  I guess he had been at his hookah.  He put
his arm around me and kissed my cheek.  "So glad you're here.  I've been
telling Peter, our Swedish cousin about you.  I thought we'd play and drink
a bit before dinner.  I ordered it in from one of New York's best caterers,
it will be here at seven."  While he talked, he massaged my ear lobe.  This
was getting me hot.  My prick wasn't hard, but it was hanging big.

The room was dimmed and a few red lights were on.  Across the room I saw
Betty lying down with a very tall young man stretched out on her.  Bob
slapped the kid's ass and he looked up and smiled.  "I take it that that
heavenly boy is the guest."  He spoke in a strong British accent as many
Swedes do.  He stood up.  Shit, he was about six feet six, very lean, every
muscle showing due to the lack of fat.  He had a big cock surrounded with a
mass of light brown hair, but the rest of him seemed hairless.

He came over to me and put his arms around me.  Whew, this was heavy stuff.
His full lips pressed hotly on my mouth and he got into a strong smooch
until I staggered back from the effect.  He laughed at me and patted my
rump like an old friend.

I wasn't sure how this setup would play out.  I began to see the drift as
Peter lay down on a nearby couch and called me over.  "Pretty Craig, would
you kiss my back.  I love that."

He had acres of back to kiss, smooth, pale white/pink and lean.  I got to
work.  I have never done anything like this before and I enjoyed every
moment, especially because I was having a strong effect on him.  He was
crooning deliciously and I could see from his parted legs that he had a
strong erection.  My kissing travels took me to the gentle rise of his
buttocks.  He wiggled as I kissed the dimple on each side.  I paused now,
not ready to go much further.  He sensed it and turned around.  "Would you
like to munch on my balls now?"

"Okay," I said.  He had a big ball sac with plums inside.  I took each one
separately and sucked and licked.  He was moaning happily.  This was a
whole new world for me.  It is closest I've ever been to gonards.

"Wait!" he called out.  "Stop!  I'm getting close to shooting."

I stopped and he got up, still panting from my ball play.  He turned me on
my back and lifted my legs and put them on his bony hips.  Now I really
like Swedes.  I like their meatballs, their massage etc., but they sure are
pushy.  You just can't say no to them.

I lay on my back with my heels propped on his hips.  This put my ass in an
elevated position.  His big Stockholm sausage was quivering at my tender,
virgin hole.  "Peter, please back your peter off.  I have never been
entered and I hadn't planned it until my first operation for piles."

He threw his head back and laughed uproariously.  He called to Better and
Bob.  "Did you hear that.  Come over kiddies and watch this beauty get
reared and loving it."

"I doubt that," I said in a choked voice.

I could hardly finish the phrase when he stuck the head in and then pushed
hard and in a moment my sphincter was surrounding his cock shaft and the
owner of the sphincter (me) was howling with pain and indignation.

"Shut up, Craig," Bob said.  "In a minute you'll be begging for him to fuck
you hard.  I know you are a natural bottom, you just haven't found your
place in the sexual world."

Peter was grunting and pushing in then pulling out.  Suddenly his position
charged because Betty was licking his asshole.  The position change put his
meat against my prostate.  My head reared up.  "What was that?"

Bob came close to me.  "You feel something you like?"

I could only moan a reply, I was entering the gates of heaven and the
angel's song was my crooning of delight.  "Oh you Swedish shit, stop
fooling around, get to it, fuck me faster and harder."

"Okay you American bitch-boy, you want it, you got it."

He commenced to fuck like a wild man his hoard breathing filling the room.
Suddenly he screeched, "Shit, I can't stop the cum.  Here it comes."  He
threw his head back, screwed his face into a horrible masque and clenched
his eyes shut.  His body began to shake, almost like a seizure, then it
began like an enema to my poop hole.  The searing hot spooge became a
switch for me to start my orgasm.  With a loud shout I began to pour my own
sperm on my chin and chest.  Bob and Betty clapped their hands with glee.
Remarking how cute I was when I came.

Poor Peter slid out and slid to the floor exhausted, I lay on the couch
with heaving breaths.

The telephone rang, the catering truck was downstairs.  Bob told them to
come up and then laughed as we scrambled to get into our clothes.

Two waiters arrived and set up the table.  The menu was superb.  They told
Betty what was in the various plate covers and then they left.  "Should we
eat in the nude?"  Betty asked, "Everyone was quiet a moment, then we
chorused "Why not?"

So we were back in the buff.  ":Careful," Bob said, don't drop anything hot
on your fundamentals, we may need them later.  But as the meal wore on, we
all realized they we were tired and in an hour the party ended.

As I said goodbye to the "twins" at the foyer door, Bob asked me if I am
going to lure any boys into sex now that I learned the other side of the
equation.

Betty answered for me, "Craig's going to lure them, then do them.  Will
they be surprised."

Peter called from across the room, "Once fucked, always looking for it
again.  Just call here and we will put you out of your misery."

I vowed never to sae Bob or Betty or Peter again, but what I found out
about myself that night changed the way I experienced sex.


End

But one of them wanted to see him and that is in Part three