MALE/FEMALE, NOT CHOOSY
When it comes to sex, I am not all that choosy as to whether I am with a guy or another woman doing things that excite us both. My first was with my college roommate, and she was lovely, and my last was yesterday and he was just okay compared to her. Honestly, I have had more "okay" guys than gals. The women seem to be a higher class of sex partners than their male counterparts. I still like dick, but I lean toward pussy a good part of the time. A good fuck is wonderful, but an average pussy eating is better than an average lay with a uninspiring fellow.
Let's be clear. I really like sex. Even a dull fuck is better than reading in your own bed wishing you had someone to help you warm the sheets. But overall, I guess my bi-ness leans more to the fem side than the XY side of the equation. Like I said, my first was with Carey. Not my first female, but my first sexual encounter of any kind, unless you count those nights I was by myself with only my talented finger to keep me amused. We were young, horny, and home alone and the sexual juices were flowing as freely as stolen looks at a school picnic.
Carey is five eight with auburn hair and a sweet kissable mouth that smiles almost constantly. She weighs 116 luscious pounds with more in her bra than I have on my whole upper body and she shows it proudly. They caught my attention early on and I couldn't stop looking at them, even though I had some of my own. Mine are about half the size of hers, and mine barely fit a training bra. She has nice dollar-sized areola and nipples as big as thimbles. I have nickel-sized areola and raisin sized nipples, more like a boy of twelve.
Carey's eyes are so green they look like emeralds that shine. People notice her eyes first, then her chest. Even before we discovered sex, I had wanted to taste those lovely nipples since I first saw them in the shower and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. It was like I had seen one of the seven wonders of the world and I wanted them between my lips and on my tongue.
I hadn't given her pussy a thought until I saw it that night we were edging closer to physical action and we undressed and compared female equipment. We were chatting about guys, but that shifted to just sex overall, and we both realized we were just an arm's length away from the possibility of some very hot sexual girl-on-girl physical activity. That's when my philosophy began to take shape: if it breathes, has sexual parts, and can be seduced, then go for it, it may just lead to a memorable orgasm or two that you can masturbate to later.
She was horny, wet, and so inclined, so we got naked and creative and it led to some very memorable oral pleasure that lasted far into the night. We moved to the "lets-see- it" stage and once I actually saw it up close I was hooked. It was beautiful, although I had seen one before but not up close, except my own, and that wasn't really up close. Once I saw hers, it had me. And after that night, I do believe the old adage: No one eats pussy like another lady. Her tongue was so far into me that I didn't hear the other roommate come in until she joined the fray. It became a wonderful three-way pussy eating party right on my bed.
"Why didn't you two tell me you liked to eat pussy?" Nancy said.
"Because we didn't know," we both replied at the same time. We smiled.
"But we are glad to find out," I said. "It takes care of those lonely nights waiting for the knight in shining armor."
"Especially when the armor is not all that shiny," Carey said. "Move over and spread those lovely legs of yours."
"With pleasure," Nancy said. She got naked as quickly as she could, and was at Carey's pussy before I had a chance to get down on the bed. She began tonguing those sweet, wet lips as I began kissing her mouth and sucking her nipples.
Nancy is especially petite, less than 100 pounds, but what she's got is well put together. Her breasts are on the small side, but I wouldn't call them petite. They are perfectly shaped and firm, just about a mouthful. She has brown eyes, as dark as chocolate and just as delicious. Her hair is as dark as her eyes and long, over her shoulders. She wears skirts that are so short her panties show about half the time. Even as a woman, I still found myself looking carefully, hoping to see a little panty as she bent over. I guess this is the definition of a bisexual, because I got as much pleasure from watching her as any guy does.
That afternoon she came in on us and caught us in bed and dining on one another, she undressed and climbed in with us and completed a female daisy chain of tongues and fingers and lips on lips. We built a triangle that put each mouth on a pussy and we established a genuine sisterhood right there in our dorm room.
It was the first time I really knew for sure I was bi, although my fascination with good boobs and short dresses was a good indication and had been active for years. However, after spending the night in bed with two women there was no doubt. The taste of pussy is perhaps my favorite dessert, even over raspberry cheesecake.
We repeated the action many times over the years, but when I was out with a man named James I told him shamelessly I was bi. He was the type of man, I guessed, who would not be put off by that, and as it happens, I was right.
"Well, I have always said, 'A bi woman is a good woman to know," he said. "A person who doesn't limit herself is a person I want to meet," he added. "What is it about a woman you find most appealing?"
"I like good tits and puffy, wet labia," I said.
"Me too," he said. "We like the same kind of woman, you and me.
We went to his condo and he gave me a martini and we chatted for a while, then he asked if I was ready for the night. "I may not be as good as your lady friends," he said.
"I like a man who knows his limitations," I said. His condo was decorated like a man had hired a decorator. "I like what you done to the place," I said.
"I hired the best designer in town," he said honestly.
"I like what 'she' has done with it," I said.
"Perceptive. And what do you like, when it's guy/girl?" he asked.
