Not only was the hot woman at the bar actually talking to me, she was flirting up a storm. I was doing my best just to keep up. This wasn’t the sort of thing that happened to me every night. But Cait started out by giving her name, and then went even further by spelling it for me.

So I was vexed when someone sat on the other side of me, leaned over me and started talking to Cait. It quickly became apparent that the women knew each other when the intruder introduced herself as Kate — again, it was spelled out for me in an apparent attempt to avoid “Cait confusion.”

I figured Kate was trying to cockblock me for some reason, and I was desperately trying to think of some way to get rid of her.

The two women traded knowing looks. Cait resumed her flirtatious talk, and surprisingly Kate joined in. Soon, they were murmuring promises to me, pressing closer and closer on either side. Hands touched my thighs, and they both leaned in close enough to brush their tits against me.

My cock was an iron bar in my pants. These two women wanted me. I couldn’t believe my luck. They said they wanted to take me back to their place!

I was going to have a threeway with Cait and Kate!

They lived together in a loft a few blocks away. On the way there, my whole body was humming with excitement that skittered up and down my flesh. I wondered giddily if or how much the two women would lez it up when all three of us were rolling around together. Kate was as hot as Cait, and I wouldn’t have minded watching them kiss and finger each other — and maybe even 69.

We entered the loft, and some insecure part of me was still waiting for this to turn out to be a joke. I wasn’t a bad-looking guy, but I’d never gotten action like this before.

Quickly, they led me to their big bed. It looked like a stage, and on it we would enact a long-held fantasy of mine. Two women at the same time. It was the brass ring of sexual activities.

Kate and Cait started peeling off their clothing, while I stared dumbly a moment, watching all that bare skin come into view. It was beautiful and mesmerizing. It was a dream come true, for sure.

One of them giggled and said, “You get naked, too, babe.”

I did so hurriedly. The women, both now nude, came to me and guided me up onto the broad bed. They laid me down on my back, and each lay alongside me.

By turns they kissed me, deep, probing lip-locks with lots of tongue. Desire uncurled in my gut, and warmth flowed through my limbs. They both licked the sides of my throat, and the sensation was fantastic. They moved further down, planting soft, wet kisses on my chest.

Then the women lifted their heads, gazing at each other.

Kate said in a husky voice, “She’s got lovely tits, doesn’t she?”

Cait answered, “I can’t wait to fuck her.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, bro,” Kate warned.

I blinked, confused. I knew well enough that gender wasn’t as strict as it used to be, but what were these women talking about? I was quite certain they both had pussies. If they wanted to refer to themselves otherwise, that was fine with me. But I didn’t have tits. I wasn’t she.

“Uh,” I started to say.

“What’s wrong, girl?” asked Cait.

“Can’t wait for us to start pounding your pussy?” said Kate.

I suddenly sat up and said, “Whoa! I think there’s a misunderstanding here!”

At the same instant, both women reached for my cock. They gripped my shaft and pumped it with expert skill as they made cooing noises.

“There, isn’t that better?” said one.

“She just needs her pussy stroked,” said the other.

Pleasure flowed throughout my body. They wanted to call my cock a pussy? They wanted to call me a girl? I was having less of a problem with that with every passing second, especially considering how well they were manipulating my junk. But what did they want to be called?

“What are you two doing?” I asked in a shaky voice.

“We’re two hot dudes who happen to like doing the same girl at the same time. If that’s not cool with you, it’s all right, of course,” Cait replied.

They waited. But they were still caressing my cock and doing amazing things to it.

It was my cock (or my “pussy”) that finally decided.

“I like it,” I said.

Cait grinned at Kate and said, “I’m going to lick her pussy!” She scrambled down my body.

“I’m licking her next!” Kate said, biting her lip as her partner moved into place between my thighs. I lifted my head and watched Cait wrap her lips around my engorged cockhead. Her tongue swirled, and pleasure rocketed through me. It felt awesome.

If that was what getting my pussy eaten was like, I could more than live with it. Cait worked her way diligently down my hard shaft, swallowing me whole. She sucked me with gusto, flattening her cheeks and creating a firm suction. Her head bobbed up and down, and joy sang along my staff. Finally, she came up for air.

Now it was Kate’s turn to blow me — or eat me, whichever way they wanted to name it. Whatever, she was just as talented a cocksucker as her roommate. She took me all the way on her first plunge, deep-throating me until her chin was against my balls.

Cait now assumed the cheerleading role.

“Yeah, man, get your tongue deep in that sweet cunt! She tastes like nectar!”

I tasted like nectar? Why not?

I rose up through the stages of excitement and arousal. Each new plateau was glorious. I savored the pleasures. However freaky some aspects of the scene might be, I still had my cock in these ladies’ eager mouths that night. That was a milestone for me, a key episode in my sexual history.

Cait watched her friend closely, and when Kate finally raised her head from her work, I wondered if the two of them would kiss. I remembered wanting to see them perform lesbian acts.

But if they kissed while inhabiting their male identities, would that mean I’d be seeing two guys kiss? Would that turn a woman on? Would that turn me on?

Borders had blurred. Everything felt… fluid.

Kate said to me, “Can I fuck you now, babe? Are you ready for me?”

All I could do was nod, even though I wasn’t 100 percent sure.

I was still lying on my back. Kate climbed up on me, took my cock in hand and readied to lower herself onto me. She dropped her pussy onto my staff.

Her slick interior gripped me, and pleasure radiated from my cock to every extremity. Kate rode up and down, her knees flexing.

Were these two wild women going to break out strap-ons and actually want to fuck me at some point? How far did they take this act? I wasn’t even sure I wouldn’t let them do that. Everything was in a wonderfully sexual whirl.

Cait straddled my face, and I eagerly stuck my tongue up into her streaming pussy. If anyone there tasted like nectar, it was her. I ate her hard while she ground down on me, telling me over and over how much she liked fucking my face with her cock.

Kate was bouncing wildly on me. By the way her body stiffened, she seemed to be on the brink of orgasm. Suddenly, her pussy clenched, and I heard her yowl. Her climax set me off, too. I went over the edge, spraying come up into her.

“I’m shooting my spunk into her!” Kate screamed.

At that moment, Cait pushed past the crest. She came hard, flooding my mouth with tasty pussy juice.

I was in a rapture of afterglow as the two women climbed off me. They snuggled against me on either side, and the moment felt warm, almost tender. I felt content in a whole new way.

“We’re glad you wanted to play,” one of them murmured. She didn’t call me “babe” this time.

I was curious about what they called play, but I was hesitant to ask. Still, I’d enjoyed the blurred gender lines.

“Uh … how far do you two take this?”

They both kissed me.

“As far as you want,” said Cait.

I still had the image of strap-ons in my head.

In a shaky voice, I asked, “Would, um, you actually fuck me — like, with toys?”

“Oh, we could do that,” Kate said

“We would love to do that,” added Cait.

I asked, “Would you both wear fake cocks?”

“They’d be real to us,” said Cait.

“And after a while they’d be real for you, too,” remarked her friend.

My dick was stirring, and they were both aware of my new excitation. My pulse quickened, and my skin tingled.

“Would you fuck me from both ends?” I asked, my voice quivering.

“One cock in your mouth, one in your ass,” said Kate. “We call that the spit-roast.”

A moan escaped my lips. This was so alien to me; I’d never had desires like this before. I felt the need to say, “I’m not gay.”

They giggled in unison, and Cait said, “Neither are we, babe.”

Babe. Yes. I was the girl again, just like that. I told them to go put on their cocks.

When they had, I reached out from the bed and fondled those two plastic shafts, pretending they were the real deal. I called Cait and Kate “dudes” and “guys.” I told them to fuck me — fuck me hard!

I’d never had anything up my ass before, but I learned the joys of anal penetration that night.

After a time, they were tag-teaming my ass. They kept up a steady spiel of dirty talk, never failing to refer to me as female. I liked it. I liked it so much that I came while one of them was fucking me.

That, of course, wasn’t our only night together. I returned again and again, eventually wearing makeup and lingerie for them. They said I was the best lay they’d ever had. I was proud. I saw a great deal of Cait and Kate. And I was always the girl.