T.L.C

Not wasting anytime in this situation, I gave Bertha a call as soon as I made it home considering it was short notice if I planned to see her this weekend.  I didn't want her to make plans before I could get to her.  Considering I was just getting into the swing of the game, I might as well make it work for me.   Luckily for me she didn't have any plans for tonight as of yet and made it oooh so easy for me to be penciled in.  Our hotel experience in another county must've made a bigger impact than I had ever suspected.  We decided to meet up in Southfield for a quick bite to eat, at the Uptown Eatery.  Uptown was quiet and secluded on most nights, but on Friday's the bar invited down one of the local radio stations and turned the music up.  The bar side was usually crowded, and loud while the dining side was still secluded enough for you to have an enjoyable dining experience.  Dinner gave us an opportunity to catch up on the time that had passed, during which she continually attempted to convince me that she tried to find me before we left.  She wanted to exchange numbers so that we could keep in contact after the weekend but by the time she made it to my room we had already checked out.  Although as flattering as the possibility of that thought, given my current state it didn't matter much to me.  We continued to talk and drink.  We drank and laughed until our food arrived.  Dinner for me was simple it was the one thing on any menu that would still be satisfying to my acquired taste.  I ordered the grilled salmon, with steamed vegetables, as she dined on a delicious plate of chicken Alfredo.  We treated each other to a taste of the others plate and continued our enjoyable time.  I was actually having a great time.  What made it even more enjoyable were the looks of envy that I received from the gentlemen passing by.  She was gorgeous and everybody in the place knew it, not to toot my own horn but the women gave her a couple evil eyes as well.  We will call it even for my sake, even though she easily had me beat.  As dinner ended we were left with nothing more to do.  It was close to midnight and neither of us wanted to end the date that had started hours ago.  It was her idea to stop at her house for a sobering cup of coffee, which really wouldn't have done me much good considering I don't touch the stuff.  Luckily for both of us we weren't far from her beautiful home that she shared with another beautiful woman who looked a bit familiar herself.  As we walked in it was easily visible that her roommate wasn't expecting company to be returning with her.  Entering the extremely spacious living room Brittany attempted to cover up all her very visible assets, as she sat naked as naked could be on the luckiest piece of furniture in the house. 

"Oops, sorry Britt didn't see your car outside, didn't know you were home."

"Not a problem, wasn't expecting you to bring home company.  Wish I knew, would've threw on some clothes."

For her to be sitting there naked she wasn't rushing out of sight, as she sat covering herself with a throw pillow and a smile.  I seemed to be the shy one in the situation trying my best to turn away and hide my eyes.  That changed as she never moved at all, I started to ask if she wanted me to step back outside until she could make it to the back of the house, but before the words formed she released the pillow and stood up.  Questioning her roommate as to just who was standing in their living room enjoying the view so much.  Bertha who had made her way to the kitchen by now hollered back to living room,

"You remember Chris from Caribanna, right?"

"Chris?  Which time did you meet him?"

"The last trip, the guy who I kept disappearing with."

"Oh, oh yeah the one with the sleeping roommate.  Yeah I remember him, damn now I see why you kept disappearing.  He looks delicious!"

"Doesn't he, I'm planning on tasting every bit of him."

Now for a second or two I was thrown off, more than just a bit.  Mainly because this entire conversation was happening right in front of me as if I wasn't standing right there.  Not that I minded too much, but I was just surprised that the conversation would be so blatant.  As if the conversation wasn't wild enough as it was, it got worse.

"Well do you plan on sharing him or you calling no dibs?"

Did she just call dibs on me as if I was a bag a chips or something?  No way!  This was funny as hell, they couldn't be serious.

"Well, that's all up to him.  He might not get down like that, hell he might not be able to handle that."

Now they had gone way too far, but I didn't want to jump in their conversation.  Considering it sounded too good to be true anyway, I didn't want to jump in just to have them express they were joking.  Plus I didn't want to blow the chance to get them both by being greedy.  So I continued to sit back and listen to them talk not showing any excitement at the situation unfolding right in front of me.

"Shit, does he talk?  Cause any other nigga would've jumped up and said something by now."

Finally unable to hold it in any longer I threw myself out there. "Well you all seemed to have the situation under control I didn't think you needed my input."

Bertha entered the room as the words oozed out of my mouth, standing next to Brittany they looked at each other, then looked back at me.  Then without warning they turned to each other and did the unthinkable.  I was the third party to the sexiest, longest, wettest kiss I had ever witnessed.  The seconds seemed like hours, and when they finally broke the lip lock they turned back around and looked at me once again.

"So can we taste you?"

"Damn straight!"

They moved simultaneously towards me smiles across their faces as they made their way to me.  Each took a side starting on my neck and working their way down to my clothes, unbuttoning my Polo shirt then pulling it up and over my outstretched arms.  Each of them ran their tongues across my chest.   I was in awe of the situation.  At the same time Bertha unbuckled my belt, Brittany unzipped my pants.  There was nothing on earth sexier at that moment than four hands working on undressing me.  Falling back into the plushness of the couch I had nothing more to do, but enjoy the part of life I had yet to experience.  I was living every man's fantasy, and it was getting better by the second.  As their journey led them from the valley of my chest to the mountains of my manhood.  Two sets of lips, two wet tongues, and two heads bobbing.  What could be better?  It was as if their mouths were fighting over who could get me the deepest.  My eyes rolled up from the pleasure, I couldn't believe the amount of pleasure I was enjoying.  Closing my eyes then reopening them to make sure that I wasn't dreaming.  Yep, I was still here and it was still happening.  Their fighting stopped just long enough to indulge in each others lips, sitting back and watching their form of art still in a bit of disbelief that I was this lucky was amazing.  Let me clarify:  If it's true that women are hands down the most beautiful thing on earth, then two of them enjoying each other has to be some type of art form.  As I excused myself  from between the two of them, Bertha pushed Brittany back on the couch and continued my own private show.  Dipping her face between Britt's beautiful thighs, I had to move in closer to enjoy the view.  It was almost enough for me to be out the game already, as Bertha poked her ass up in perfect position she looked up at me as if I should know exactly what to do with what she was working with.  I maintained my composure and moved to the other end of the couch, noticing the look of ecstasy plastered across Britt's face.  My intent moved from enjoyment to determination, I was determined to make Bertha's face mimic that of Brittany's.  As I entered the warmth of Bertha's palace she released a muffled moan of pleasure, which made her bury her face even deeper in Brittany's wetness.  Slowly placing, and then replacing myself deep into her love her reactions had the domino affect on Brittany, and in turn on me.  I couldn't help but enjoy every stroke, as I clinched her cheeks spreading them apart ensuring she felt all that I had to offer.  With a smile as big as a kid in a candy store with a ten dollar bill, I continued this motion for what seemed like hours.  Bertha through her enjoyment managed to utter the words "You gotta try this dick, bitch!"  If that was a letter of recommendation it was even better.  Sliding from beneath Bertha, as I continued my precise stokes Brittany moved closer to enjoy the view of me sliding in and out repeatedly.

"You are so right I do need to get some of that dick!  So do you have enough to go around Christopher?"

I slowed my pace, turned to look at the beauty on the side of me and explained that I had enough for both of them to cum again and again.  She smiled and then told me to prove it!  Sliding away from the unbelievable enjoyment that was in front of me, turning towards her I grabbed her arm and gently pulled her towards the bar stool across the room.  Bertha politely expressed the fact that she didn't want to be left out.  As she attempted to stand, legs shaking she nearly collapsed back down to the couch.  With a slight chuckle we continued to our destination, she hopped up on the stool facing the bar, as I stood behind her she inched back to the edge of the seat.  Giving just enough room for me to slide up and as deep as possible,

"Damn get it daddy!  Give it to me!"

Grabbing her waist to hold her steady, I stroked her repeatedly.  As soaked as she was I was surprised that I wasn't constantly slipping out.  Bertha intent not to be left out made her way over, and walked behind the bar.  Leaning over the bar, giving Brittany the wettest, sexiest kiss I had the opportunity to behold.  Still moaning from the pleasure she was receiving while keeping the kiss going was enough to make me explode all at once.  I removed myself from her depths and stumbled back from my excitement.  Lucky for me it was as if they didn't miss a beat without my participation.  Sitting back and enjoying the view was enough to keep me satisfied, but I wasn't holding up my end of the bargain so back into the mix I went.  For the next couple hours I worked as if I had a plant job and had mandatory overtime, showing the stamina of a long distance runner.  Helping each of them to cum over and over again, until I couldn't take it anymore, with so much enjoyment my body needed its rest.  I thought I would collect my things and make my way home, but it wasn't what happened.  I was asked to enjoy, the rest of the night with them as well as the entire morning.