“Come on,” he said, “I’ll be your wing-man.”
“That’s because you never need a wing-man,” I replied. Six-foot four, thirty-one, clean-cut with black hair and an almost perfect tanned physique, as well as good taste in dark clothes, Nate didn’t need any help with attracting women, or usually getting them into bed — certainly not mine. Keeping them was another issue . . . mostly his I thought.
Me though, I was quieter. I was more about soul, substance — not flash. I dressed well, too, but being several inches shorter at five-ten, reasonably thin but with medium brown hair and a close-trimmed beard that I liked, I just didn’t exude the charisma that Nate did. Somehow he liked having me along anyway though.
“You lost your job,” he continued on the phone.
“Thanks for the reminder,” I interjected, almost ready to click my cell off now.
“If you’d let me finish,” he countered, “you need this, even deserve it. You still need to get out . . . be human.”
Nate could be a real friend. Maybe I had been underestimating him lately.
“Besides,” he finished, “you never know who you’ll find.”
“Okay,” I sighed gratefully, “I’ll go.”
“Meet me outside the Fourth Street Club at six-thirty, before the line gets long,” he said. “You can get yourself there — your subway pass is still good, right?”
“’Til the end of the month,” I replied.
“Maybe it’s time to consider being roommates again,” he suggested. “I got space at my apartment.”
“I don’t know if I could stand the regular pounding,” I sighed, “ . . . coming from your bedroom.”
“See ‘ya there, pal,” he laughed.
I clicked my cell off almost not wanting to meet a woman. While trim and fairly good-looking, I felt quiet and unnoticeable enough as it was. Unemployment just seemed to make me feel even less sexy now.
But Nate had talked me into it, and I was at least a man who kept his promises.
— — — — —
Sure enough, the line outside the club was long as its seven o’clock opening neared. Fortunately, having nothing better to do, I had been in line for over an hour and was near the front, guaranteed to get in when the place opened.
“You’re a lifesaver, pal,” I heard Nate say as he rushed to join me. “I forgot what a bitch parking is around this district.”
“Try the subway next time,” I almost smiled.
“It doesn’t have a ragtop, leather seating, or a stereo that impresses women,” he replied as bouncers started to let the line in while eyeing each of us carefully.
I just smiled and shook my head as we entered to loud, thumping music that was already playing while lights flashed around the otherwise black space.
“Remember, I’m your wing-man this time!” Nate yelled in my ear.
“How ‘bout you just go to work as usual,” I loudly replied in his ear. “Unemployment is even less sexy than getting here on the subway. So I’m not expecting much, okay?”
“Your drinks are on me, buddy,” he assured, “and you are getting a girl! Let me go to work for you this time.”
I just turned and looked at him. “You’re good,” I said.
He just smiled, looking down briefly. “Find a table for four,” he then said, “and I will be there in un momento with drinks, and two ladies!”
We parted, our plan for the moment in place, with me feeling that Nate kind of owed me a lay for tonight now . . . just not by himself.
I found a table along the far side of the increasingly crowded dance floor and sat down. I then turned, noticing a beautiful woman at the next table who was nicely turned out in a classic little black dress. There was something unusual about her though . . . she was completely bald, not even any eyebrows. But her head was very sexy.
Now my habit, or rather hang-up, was I almost never started conversations with women. It was one reason why Nate was Nate, and I was me. But this woman however — I actually wanted to talk to her.
So I found myself getting out of my chair and going over to her table.
“Excuse me,” I basically had to yell, “mind if I join you?”
“Love it!” she replied loudly with a smile. So I sat down.
“You’re very intriguing, especially . . .” I opened, gesturing with a hand around my head, “ . . . the hairstyle.”
“I have Bone Cancer,” she said forthrightly, almost still smiling as she glanced out towards the dance floor. “It’s terminal.”
“I don’t know what to say to that,” I replied, feeling the entire atmosphere suddenly changing in the room, despite the thumping music and flashing lights, “ . . . except I’m sorry.”
“You know,” she said, turning to me, “that’s the first honest reaction I’ve had from a stranger since this whole sleigh ride began for me. I like that.”
“You come alone?” I asked, feeling surprisingly comfortable with this woman.
“That’s my problem,” she said.
“Why a problem?” I smiled.
“Because I came here to find a ménage à trois,” she said openly. “It’s on my To Do list, before I kick the bucket. I just can’t see them having wild sex in Heaven, can you?”
“You might have a point,” I smiled.
“You in?” she asked.
“In?” I queried.
“In my ménage à trois,” she stated, taking my hand. “I was actually looking for a quiet but honest and attractive guy like you.”
Wow. I just shut my brain off before I could talk myself out of it.
“I’m in,” I said.
“You drug and disease free?” she followed up. “Now don’t lie to me. I have cancer, and it would be bad karma for you.”
“I’m clean,” I smiled looking her in the eyes. “Promise. I’m a regular blood donor,” quickly pulling out my wallet and showing her my donor card.
“Great,” she accepted. “Now we just have to find another girl. I want to try that before I think about taking two guys.”
Wow again.
She then rose from the table, taking me by the hand. Sure enough Nate was now coming over with drinks, and of course a woman on each arm. All I could do was shrug, smile and point to my female companion whose name I didn’t even know yet.
He just grinned and nodded, raising a glass toward me as my bald companion continued to pull me by the hand across the crowded dance floor. I decided to let her keep going and not introduce her to Nate. I was about to have my own party tonight for a change, and didn’t really want him muscling in on my action.
“What do you think about her?” my companion now asked. “The redhead,” she gestured with a look towards a young woman with shoulder-length auburn tresses and a nice figure in a strapless burgundy dress, standing off by herself in a corner of the dance floor near the bar, gently swaying with the music. “She looks a little quiet, lonely, yet agreeable. She’d be a good fit with us, don’t you think?”
“I’m not an expert at these things,” I said before I could keep myself from saying such a stupid remark.
“By the end of tonight, we both will be,” my new bald friend assured with a kiss on my lips.
“Why me?” I had to ask stupidly again anyway.
“I’ve been asking myself that question ever since I was told I was going to die in six months,” she replied.
Now I moved in to kiss her. “I am in with you on this,” I said, holding a hand to the side of her face.
“Let’s get her,” my companion replied almost predatorily.
— — — — —
Soon, I was walking down a quieter street in another district, arm in arm with two beautiful women . . . and they actually both preferred the subway over driving. It had all been so utterly simple, as my companion, whose name turned out to be Tracey, just walked up to the redhead, Alicia, with me in tow and said, “Hi, I’m terminal with Bone Cancer. It’s not contagious, but I’m looking to share a ménage à trois with my friend here before I check out for good, and wondered if you’d be interested. We’re both drug and S.T.D. free,” she finished, looking at me as I could only nod in agreement.
To my continued astonishment, Alicia agreed, saying later as we approached Tracey’s apartment, “I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’ve always been curious.”
“Neither have we,” our bald hostess replied. “In fact, my friend and I here—”
“Michael,” I interjected.
“Michael,” she smiled, glancing at me, “just met tonight ourselves. We’re all novices. That’s what’ll make this fun.”
“I-I don’t have protection,” I hesitantly added, spotting a convenience store down the street a ways.
“I didn’t think our guy would,” Tracey replied, patting her handbag. “Got everything we’ll need, including lube and oils, right here.”
We then entered Tracey’s building. “Want to stay healthy ‘til the end,” she said as her excuse for walking right past the elevators.
“Tracey,” I replied as I moved to open the stairway door for her, “I admire you. I just gotta say that.”
“Me, too,” Alicia added.
“Guys,” Tracey said, briefly looking down, “tonight, I want to forget I’m dying . . . for a little while. I want to find friends, maybe a little lovin’, and definitely some memorable sex and orgasms, okay?”
“We’re gonna make it a night to enjoy, right Alicia?” I smiled.
“You got it,” our redhead agreed, “both of you.”
“I knew I picked the right partners here!” Tracey smiled as we almost raced up a couple flights of stairs, not letting her fall behind though.
No sooner were all three of us inside the door of Tracey’s apartment, than the two women and I embraced, starting to share passionate kisses as our hands probed along each other’s backs for ways to begin removing clothing.
I just let myself go now, not hesitating to remove a strap of Tracey’s little black dress off her right shoulder as Alicia proceeded to remove the left strap. Tracey moved a hand to unzip Alicia’s burgundy strapless dress, causing it to fall to the floor as the redhead then stepped out of it, revealing her unrestrained, slightly hanging breasts with their pale nipples and her red satin panties which hinted at her orange-furred crotch beneath.
“Oooo, she looks good enough to eat, doesn’t she, Michael?” Tracey enthused, now dressed only in a white strapless bra and panties herself. Before I could agree though, “We need to be undressing our guy,” our bald-headed hostess decided. “To the couch for him!”
I just put my hands around each lady’s bared back and allowed myself to be escorted over to a plush brown couch, and sat down on it. I managed to unclasp Tracey’s bra with one hand, allowing it to fall away, revealing her more modest breasts with dark and protruding nipples, before I sat back and allowed both the bald and the redhead to unbutton and peel away my grey sport jacket and black shirt. Both almost nude females then attacked my grey slacks, unzipping them and peeling both the slacks and my black boxers away.
“God it’s been a while since I’ve had good cock,” Alicia sighed as she gazed for the first time at my not insubstantial flaccid manhood.
“Then you take him first,” Tracey offered as both women dropped to their knees on the carpet, beginning to admire my already stirring circumcised cock more closely.
“Naw, Trace,” the redhead replied as both of them now fondled my cock and ballsac between them, while peeling my pants the rest of the way down my partly spread legs, “this is your party. You take him and cum first.”
“Since I’ll be wearing condoms,” I added, “why not ‘double-bag’ me? I’ll last longer . . . maybe long enough for both of you.”
“We want you to feel something, too, Mike,” Tracey smiled as she took a first appreciative suck on my penis. “We want you to feel us.”
Tracey then moved herself up my body, drawing me into a deep kiss as Alicia went to work on my manhood, aggressively sucking it deeply into her mouth.
“Ladies . . .” I sighed deeply, throwing my head back in utter bliss as both women went to work on priming me. Tracey was now kissing and kneading my lightly haired chest while Alicia’s red head bobbed over my crotch. I rubbed them both with profound appreciation as they feasted themselves upon me.
“Tracey gets fucked first!” the redhead then called, swiftly moving over onto her before our bald hostess could react. “Let’s prime her.”
“Awww, guys,” Tracey now sighed as Alicia and I rolled her onto her back against the couch, removing her white panties and beginning to kiss and probe her body between us.
“You’re good,” I briefly admired to the redhead working next to me as she didn’t hesitate beginning to nurse and suck at Tracey’s left breast.
“It’s what I like being done to me. This is fun,” Alicia replied between kissing and tonguing the swelling dark nipple in front of her. I gave the redhead an appreciative rub down her bare back, slipping my hand under her red panties, prying and sweeping them down off her hips before giving her a probing feel with my fingers down her asscrack, causing Alicia to quiver and break out in gooseflesh, while I turned to resume feasting at Tracey’s succulent right breast and nipple.
“How good do you suck cunt?” Alicia then boldly asked me as Tracey sighed beneath us both.
“You wanna try?” I innocently offered. The redhead then slipped herself down Tracey’s abdomen, trailing licks and kisses all the way, while I moved up to embrace our hostess’ shoulders and bald head, kissing her deeply once more as I angled her body to lie flat on the couch now.
“Ohh GAAWWDD,” Tracey moaned as her body strained beneath us, one leg rising and almost gripping itself over the top of the couch while the redhead skilfully sucked and fingered the bald woman’s hairless sex, burying her nose into Tracey’s mound, as Tracey gripped and kissed me fiercely. Our receiver's body was soon quaking, her nipples becoming rock-hard as she was seized by her first orgasm of the evening.
“Okay, she’s ready,” Alicia finally noted, emerging from between Tracey’s upturned legs with her mouth and chin dripping wet. “Let me prime you again and slip your condom on . . . just one though,” she smiled.
Tracey was practically tearing up with joy, laying sprawled on the couch recovering her breath from her climax as I moved my body above our bald hostess to mount myself into her, while Alicia managed to angle her head under me and fellatio my cock back to full erection. It was wonderfully erotic, having to hold myself poised there above the sofa, able to only gaze at one nude woman spreading herself wide before me while another sucked and fondled my loins from underneath.
Finally satisfied with my erection, Alicia then positioned my hips closer between Tracey’s splayed legs. The redhead’s hands had now sheathed my cock snugly in a red translucent and ridged condom, as I felt those same hands guide my prepared manhood and hips towards Tracey’s still sopping cuntlips under me.
There it was . . . even through the latex. That feeling of a woman’s welcoming, even grasping tight vaginal maw as I slid myself forward into Tracey. I began thrusting steadily into her, trying to pace myself, before rising up off my fuckmate on my arms, admiring her bald beauty again.
“Don’t go anywhere,” I invited to Alicia though, feeling her moving off to one side on the carpet.
“I’ve just never seen two other people fuck before,” the redhead admired, kneeling next to us.
“Hold me as he fucks me,” Tracey invited to our companion. I now helped Tracey rise up with one arm while maintaining my stroking rhythm into her as Alicia moved onto the couch and Tracey relaxed her upper body against the redhead. Alicia took Tracey’s bald head and shoulders into a passionate embrace from behind against the redhead’s pale breasts. The women kissed each other hard as I embraced my free left arm around Alicia’s freckled shoulders, kissing and sucking my way from her warm, reddened ear down her neck, feeling her kissing Tracey deeply in turn. We three now seemed to move as one, gently writhing together against one another — hands grasping and kneading flesh and skin beneath them, as tongues probed and mouths kissed and sucked.
Feeling not very close to orgasm myself at the moment, I picked up my pace into Tracey beneath me, my loins beginning to gently slap against hers, causing her to moan and her left hand to appreciatively massage and grip my right asscheek.
“Make her cum, Michael,” Alicia said as we both focused on the bald woman I was gently pummelling with my pelvis.
Alicia and I continued embracing Tracey front and back as I maintained my rhythmic thrusting into her. “Ohh God,” Tracey soon moaned as Alicia cradled her against her breasts, “Ohhh God . . . I’m cumming.”
“Not yet. Hold it,” I gently urged as I fucked her hard.
“Build it, Trace,” the redhead encouraged as well.
“I’m good! I’m good! I’m good! GAAAWWWD I AM SOOOO GOOOOOOOOODD!” our bald companion cried out as her body shook in ecstatic orgasm, her legs and arms wrapping themselves hard around my torso as I strained to continue moving myself into her. Alicia and I rocked Tracey between us, holding her tightly as our recipient broke down in tears.
“It’s okay,” I gently assured, holding both Tracey and Alicia close.
“You guys,” Tracey sniffed, “ . . . you’re so good to me for this.”
“Hey, we’re havin’ fun, too,” the redhead softly encouraged.
“Alicia, it’s your turn to be fucked now,” Tracey said, trying to recover herself. “And you cum in her, okay, Michael?”
“Well,” I sighed, “as best as I tried to hold it, I prematurely came with you. It just kind of happened so quick, I didn’t get a chance to enjoy it.”
“That I can fix,” the redhead now assured, moving from behind Tracey.
“Female fuckpile on Michael!” Tracey gleefully called out.
“Gals,” I sighed with a huge smile as they now pushed me back against the couch, “you’re too good!”
“We’re just all too good with each other, right?” Tracey proposed.
“Right!” Alicia and I agreed as both the redhead and Tracey positioned themselves in front of me again, unsheathing and fellating my flagging cock back to life. The sensation of two feminine mouths and tongues working each side of my cockshaft and head as their hands worked over the rest of my gently haired crotch and abdomen just drove me wild.
“God, Tracey,” I sighed deeply. “I want this in Heaven. Could you put in a word for us all when you get there.”
“You got it!” Tracey assured in between licks of my reviving penis. “Mike,” she then paused, “and Alicia . . . thanks for facing this with me, even joking about it. I need that.”
The redhead and I moved to embrace Tracey again as I slid off the sofa, holding her quietly for a moment as I wrapped my legs around Tracey, pressing my cock against her side. I could have body-fucked her right like that, even felt like it, causing a second orgasm to begin gently swelling within my loins.
“Uh oh,” Tracey now sniffed, “I can feel Mike’s cock starting to throb against me. He’s even humping me some.”
“Guilty,” I laughed, kissing her and allowing myself to hump my penis against her side even harder.
“Give it to Alicia,” Tracey reminded me however.
“Mike,” the redhead then said, sitting back on the carpet, “can I trust you?”
“Yes,” I said. “Why?”
“You wanna fuck me raw?” she then invited leaning further back on the carpet and spreading her legs, exposing her orange haired pussy. “I’m on a pill . . . to regulate my periods, as much as hoping to get fucked.”
“You can trust me, Alicia,” I assured. “I’m a blood donor, and I intend to keep donating.”
“Well, you can trust me, too then,” she said, lying all the way back now. “Come on in. Servicing both of you has made me sooo horny.”
“Alicia,” I sighed, “I owe you.” I then moved over the splayed redhead, allowing Tracey this time to position and guide my naked cock into our friend as I plunged it forward into my second cunt of the evening.
“You don’t mind if I really fuck her, do you, Tracey?” I asked out of a feeling of politeness.
“I would expect nothing less,” our bald companion assured, “and like Alicia, I wanna see it. So fuck her good!”
“Aaalllright!” I enthused as I laid myself down upon the redhead and her luscious, ample breasts with their pale nipples, taking her into my embrace as her arms and legs wrapped themselves around my body and I began to fuck her with abandon.
“Go, Mike! Go Allie!” Tracey cheered, now moving to embrace my back from on top. “Ride! Fuck each other!”
Once again, we were all humping together, this time on the carpet.
I pounded myself into Alicia’s body as sweat poured among the three of us. Ohh, the feeling of my cock against her slick, warm, tight vaginal walls was heaven itself — one I didn’t want to leave. This redhead now moved to kiss me, even claim me as a lover. With Tracey riding herself against my back, I was conflicted about Alicia’s kiss, but I decided to accept it, kissing her back hard.
Now my cock was surging within her, my second orgasm rising.
“I wanna cum,” I gasped against Alicia.
“Cum,” she invited.
I just released my brakes, exploding myself into her body as jets of my thick cum spewed into her cuntal recesses. God what a release. Tracey continued to lay atop both Alicia and I, grinding her body against my back.
“Did . . . Did you cum?” I asked the redhead I was embedded within as I now lay panting on top of her.
“I want you both to make me cum,” she sighed. “Stuff my cunt with fingers from each of you.”
Tracey and I then laid ourselves either side of Alicia as we then each took a hand, inserting a couple fingers into the opened blossom of her welcoming vaginal lips amid the warm, wet ooze of my semen and Alicia’s vaginal fluids that was dribbling from them. Tracey and I began to jointly pump our fingers together into the redhead’s womanhood as we moved against her to share three-way kisses and tongues. We all moaned as Alicia’s orgasm now surged within her, her body writhing between ours. Tracey and I finger-fucked Alicia all the harder now, pinning our redheaded lover’s body to the carpet as she began climaxing, her legs and arms straining beneath the two of us as her cuntal muscles spasmed, forcefully ejecting her juices past our fingers that remained embedded and probing within her. Tracey and I maintained our fast-paced manual stroking into Alicia’s pulsating vaginal maw, orgasm after orgasm surging through her amid her guttural cries until she begged us to stop.
We three then lay spent on the carpet, catching our breaths — our bodies drenched in sweat and the aroma of sex hanging thickly in the air among us. I just buried my face against the side of Alicia’s head and hair, inhaling her sultry, womanly bouquet, kissing her ear in gratitude and causing her to shudder once more.
I felt Tracey extend a hand across Alicia’s abdomen to gratefully caress my slickened right flank and hip. “Do you guys have to go tonight?” our bald hostess asked.
“No,” I breathed. “I’d like to stay.”
Alicia just turned to give Tracey a slow, probing, simmering kiss as her response.
I turned to wrap myself from the side around Alicia and Tracey’s embracing bodies and join in their rekindling sexual passion, but I realized it was their moment this time as Alicia simply moved on top of Tracey, dominantly spreading Tracey’s legs with hers as she began to quietly rub their sopping mounds together, tribadally fucking her as they kissed.
“Michael,” the redhead asked as she steadily thrust herself upon the woman beneath her, “would you provide me the cock to fuck Tracey with?”
I then moved to kneel behind both pairs of spread feminine legs and flexing, hungry pussies as they moved against each other. I teased Alicia’s pair of wet, flowering cuntlips with my cockhead first, before brushing it against Tracey’s pussylips underneath as each woman moaned in response.
“Please fuck me,” Tracey quietly but urgently asked. “I can’t conceive anyway now. Just fuck me, both of you.”
I then loaned Alicia my penis as I inserted it, raw, into Tracey while the redhead laid on top of her, making deep, passionate love as their bodies moved together. I grabbed a couch pillow, placing it under Tracey’s gently gyrating hips to gain deeper penetration into her, while I pressed my gently haired pubis against and almost into Alicia’s equally grasping maw, its soft flesh reaching for even the root of my cock as I worked my manhood against both pussies. Having each already spent ourselves in earlier orgasms, this was lovemaking all three of us could now sustain . . . slowly, steadily . . . for some time. Pleasuring one another had become meaningful, even profound, as the two women and I continued to copulate together in that dimly lit living room.
This would be more than just a one-night stand among us now.
Alicia decided to keep her apartment across town, but continued to visit and stay overnight frequently. But once I confessed my employment status to Tracey, she decided that I would be immediately cancelling my own apartment lease and moving in with her.
“It’s not like it’s a forever commitment,” she shrugged the very next morning as we all three shared breakfast around her small dining table, still in the nude.
“You know,” I said, “and forgive me, Alicia, but Tracey . . . I honestly might not mind if it was. This is unlike anything I’ve ever known.”
“I don’t know if you quite want to be doing that, Mike,” our bald companion cautioned. “I’ve got a few more things on my bucket list yet before I kick it . . . including fucking a black man — you may not want to be around for that — and taking two guys at the same time. I would like you around for that though, as well as helping me pick the second guy to do it with.”
— — — — —
I can’t tell you how Tracey’s fucking with the black stud she picked went, as she asked Alicia to host me that night instead. I could easily imagine it though . . . his dark, muscular flesh pressed against her almost ghostly white body, his massive ebony manhood plunging deep past her silky pink pussylips as they sucked and gripped the pistoning invader hard, refusing to let go . . .
“Mike?” Alicia said, pausing from sucking my cock as we lay on her bed. “You distracted?”
“H-How could you tell?” I wondered.
“That you’re still looking out the window might be one giveaway,” my redheaded companion said warmly, still pumping my saliva-slickened cock with her hand to maintain my erection. “It’s about Trace, isn’t it?”
“She deserves her dream of fucking a black stud,” I noted, with surprisingly mixed feelings.