Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2007 07:09:51 -0700 From: Jay roberts 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