The Mammoth Book of Threesomes and Moresomes

The Mammoth Book of Threesomes and Moresomes by Linda Alvarez Read Free Book Online

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Authors: Linda Alvarez
Tags: Romance
Pierre is the one in the middle.”
    The one in the middle this time was named Mark, however, not Pierre. I had found Mark myself – a rare circumstance. Boyfriend typically used his male sexual socialization to full advantage, plus his uncanny gaydar infallibly told him which fellow in the room might be most open to frank, affable erotic suggestion. Boyfriend was charmingly friendly and direct, asking, “Do you want to fuck?” as easily as most guys would say, “Hey, how about we grab a beer?” Of us two, he was invariably the more comfortable cruiser, and usually the most successful at bringing boys home. This did not always mean gay men; in fact, though Boyfriend was quite open to fucking gay men, being more or less a gay man himself, he was just as interested in bi men and even straight men.
    I believe the proper term for Mark would be “bi-curious”, and Boyfriend liked those, too. In fact, I never saw a reasonably cute man Boyfriend didn’t like, though admittedly it helped if he had a foreskin. (Mark was not endowed with one of these, but he had many other charms.) Lucky me, it made for many erotic adventures of the kind I’d always dreamed of but had yet to achieve, my past boyfriends always too straight, my girlfriends too lesbian. Just coming off ten years of dykeitude, already a few months of bisexual adventures with Boyfriend had me well fucked and newly intrigued by the permutations available to bisexual boys and girls.
    So I had gone out and found Mark, hoping to score as well as we did with some of Boyfriend’s acquisitions. Well, actually, I didn’t find him; Janice did, but she owed me one after the night I’d fucked one of the other guys she brought to our party. She showed up with this guy, having obviously hinted that he’d get sex – then she pretty much vanished. Well, I wasn’t going to let him just sit there looking uncomfortable – how unhostesslike is that? – but the guy could have been a lot more fun. If Janice was going to show up now with a hot young stud and then bitch about me snagging him, words would be said about her conduct on the previous evening. But she didn’t bitch at all. I can’t imagine anyone feeling bitchy around Mark. He had an angelic demeanour, a gorgeous cock and, what’s more, he shared the wealth.
    See, we were taking a class about making movies, so we decided to get together on the weekend and make one for practice. Six women, all from the class, and Mark, who tagged along with Janice because he thought it sounded like a good time. God knows where she met this long, tall, twenty-something drink of water, with his sweet face – and did I mention his cock was perfect? – but Janice prowled many streets. Unlike some of her finds, Mark was a keeper. He wound up fucking each of us in turn, never coming, giving each woman his complete focus, a tall, young, adorable sex toy of a man.
    Now, I’ve pulled a couple of trains in my time – nothing that set any records, but hot just the same. There’s something about taking on all comers (so to speak) – maybe because it’s the classic slut fantasy, the one so many women are ashamed to have, or maybe it’s because when you fuck four or five or ten people, if you warm up at all, you get really warm. And I was raised to be a nice and compassionate person – it’s sad to see someone moping on the sidelines, like the only little kid in the class not invited to the popular kid’s birthday party. I’ve always figured that if you exercise some judgment in choosing people to socialize with, there should be no great problem with fucking them later in the evening, if it comes to that.
    Still, there’s something special about a guy who can fuck one after the other, never flagging, never letting one woman feel he liked the last one better or he’s looking forward to the next. This man was not just thinking about baseball. He was truly sweet, truly present with each, which I knew because I was saving myself for last,

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