I’m bisexual. My boyfriend knew this even before we ever dated.

We went to college together, and things were liberal enough at our school that I could be seen with a man or woman on my arm at parties or other social functions. But sleeping with girls was not a college phase for me; the attraction has persisted all these years later. I love cock, but I also love pussy.

Max, my boyfriend, had no problem with this. He’s completely straight but doesn’t mind getting some strange every now and then. We dated for a long time but saw other people, not sharing details. He’d go off fishing with some buddies, and if he got laid, which he probably did, I didn’t care, because I was spending my time tasting the cunt-juice of some sweet, young thing.

When we finally decided to move in together, I made it clear that I was not going to stop seeing other women. Max is the only man I sleep with now, which makes him happy, and he’s told me that he doesn’t see other women (he sweetly says that I’m all he can handle). Max and I don’t have threesomes; the women I date aren’t interested in men, and besides, I wouldn’t want to share them.

Over the years I’ve had my share of one-night stands and short affairs with ladies, but for the past year I’ve been head over heels in love with Tallulah. Now, I’m six feet tall in bare feet, but Tallulah is hardly over five feet. She is dark, while I am Nordically blonde and pale. She’s also about half my age. I picked her up in a lesbian bar one night and went back to her place, which was full of cats and needlework. I brushed the cats from the bed and stripped that little waif buck-naked, and then sucked on her eraser-hard nips for a long time. This made her quite wet, so I then buried my face in her sweet snatch and dined like a goddess.

I was open with Tallulah, telling her I had a live-in boyfriend and I wasn’t going to leave him. She was cool with it, and I don’t expect fidelity from her. We only see each other every other week or so, as Max and I live way out in the suburbs and she’s got a little studio apartment in the city. Max makes it easier for me, though. Every other month or so, he’ll go on some manly vacation with his buddies, allowing Tallulah and I to spend a blissful week together.

Last winter, Max and his friends went up north to go ice-fishing, an activity that sounds completely dumb to me. The night before he left, he gave me a very thorough fucking. I sucked his meaty cock until it was straining at the seams, and then he slipped it into my clutching pussy. When I’m with Max, I tend to be submissive and very feminine. When I’m with women, I tend to be dominant and butch. Anyway, he fucked me hard, flipped me over, and fucked me some more, doggy-style. Since he wouldn’t be getting any pussy for a week, he wanted to make sure he got his fill.

After that round, I headed to the shower. Max soon joined me and fucked me from behind with his rejuvenated dick. When he was close to climaxing again, I dropped to my knees and blew him so I could swallow his come. It would be the last taste of him I’d have for a while and I savored his flavor. I’d have Tallulah to taste, of course, but Max has his own special qualities.

Max went north, and Tallulah and I flew south. We went to a beach that has a large lesbian community, where we rented a cozy bungalow. The beach was clothing-optional, so as soon as we arrived and unpacked, Tallulah and I headed to the sandy shore and stripped to the buff. We splashed around in the water like seals and couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We lay out for a while to get some sun, and then horniness overtook us.

We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Once inside the house, I lifted Tallulah onto the kitchen counter and tasted the salt that still remained on her skin from the ocean. I pulled off her top (the town itself is not clothing-optional) and worshiped her breasts, which are shaped like champagne glasses. I’ve already mentioned those nipples — I dream about them — and I closed my eyes and sucked and nearly went into a hypnotic state.

Tallulah was enjoying the moment, too. She had her legs wrapped around my waist and her fingers running through my hair. Both of us were aroused, and the perfume of our musk mixed with the aroma of the beach to create a smell that should be made into a candle. Tallulah managed to pull me off her tits and said with a smile, “Let me.”

I stood and stripped, and then took her hand and went into the living room, where there was an old leather sofa that felt as soft as butter. We plopped down on it, and she somehow managed to land face-first in my cunt. I wound my fingers in her hair, as if holding on to something in preparation for a tornado, and let my sweet girlfriend lick my wet sex. She knows how I like it — little kisses around the labia, taking forever and a day to get to my poor, waiting clit. Then, just when I think I’m going to go out of my mind, she sucks hard on my button. The intensity made my body jerk, nearly knocking both of us onto the floor, but Tallulah held on and kept her mouth connected to my cunt as I came.

I was up on her, one orgasm to zero, so I remedied that by positioning her on her knees and slipping two fingers into her hot hole. I slapped her ass a bit with my free hand because I love to see my red palm prints on her butt cheeks, and then I licked her asshole while I finger-banged her snatch. This girl loves anilingus, and I was happy to give it to her. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers like a vise as I swabbed her anus with my tongue. I kept up the action, knowing I was driving her closer and closer to a monstrous orgasm. When her climax hit, her shrill cries were like the sweetest music to me. Watching her tiny body undulate with ecstasy made my heart flutter. It was a beautiful sight, and I felt so fulfilled, knowing I was able to bring such incredible joy to her.

Once we’d each caught our breath, it was time for a shower before we finally made it to the bedroom. Temporarily sated, we took a nap as we cuddled together. I awakened to find Tallulah sucking my nipples and idly playing with my pubic hair. I let her do this for a while before I encouraged her to slide her digits into my pussy. She did so, finger-fucking me while continuing to mouth my tit. By the time I came, she’d left a dark purple hickey on my right breast.

It was now time to bring out the big guns. I hopped up naked and went to my suitcase, where I pulled out a strap-on dildo that Tallulah refers to as “Big Bertha.” Upon seeing it, she clapped her hands and cried in delight, “Oooh, it’s Big Bertha time!”

“It sure is,” I said, affixing the contraption to my hips. The dildo itself is fairly large, maybe the equivalent of an eight-inch cock, which is pretty big for A) a tiny girl like Tallulah, and B) a girl who’s never had a real cock inside her. But after several go-rounds with Bertha, Tallulah gleefully takes every inch of the toy.

“She managed to latch onto my left nipple, sucking it fiercely.”

First, she got on her knees on the bed and started sucking me. Tallulah does this not because she’s interested in sucking cock, but because she knows the image is so striking to me. We once videotaped ourselves, and the part that I found most arresting — and masturbate the most to when I’m alone — is when she sucks that plastic dick. I take an imperiously imperious stance, and she is in total supplication, sucking Big Bertha as if her life depended on it. And that night was no different. The sight of her swallowing my dick deep gives me an illicit thrill that rocks me to my core.

After Big Bertha was all slick, Tallulah did a 180 and presented her perky ass to me. I lined up the toy with her pussy and sank in slowly. I gave her an inch at a time, pressing forward until she moaned with abandon and Big Bertha was in her up to the hilt. Then I started fucking her, gradually building up speed until I was giving her the kind of pounding that Max gives me. On this occasion, Tallulah came quickly with her fists gripping the bedsheets as she cried out.

Though she was thrilled with her orgasm, Tallulah wanted more. She pulled off my dick and rolled over, pointing her toes to the ceiling and begging me for my cock. I climbed aboard and began fucking her again. She reared up and managed to latch onto my left nipple this time, sucking it fiercely as I gave it to her hard. She climaxed again, reduced to trembling in my arms, and then licked her own nectar off of Big Bertha. We were pretty worn out after that and went to sleep without any supper. But it was the start of a terrific week of sex.

After the vacation was over, we flew back home. I put Tallulah in a taxi, kissed her good-bye, and got it my own cab. Max would be waiting for me at home, and I knew he would give me a good fucking. I was thinking I might like him to fuck me in the ass this time.

I truly have the best of both worlds: a hot guy with a hard cock and a sexy chick who lets me bang her all night long. I’m truly blessed.

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