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Earlier in the year, I’d had a tough time meeting women. I was as awkward as hell on dates. Just one of those clumsy guys who never quite got his act together romance-wise.

Then — bam! Summer came along. The weather turned sultry. The skies were an exhilarating blue. The night air was fragrant with blooming flowers. And something happened to me. Out of nowhere I started feeling like a self-confident stud.

I don’t know what hit me. I was still the same ole 20-something with the same ole job. I didn’t get ripped in the gym or win the lottery. That person in the bathroom mirror looked vaguely like the one who used to only get laid once in a blue moon.

But I was somebody else now, or at least an improved version of me. I felt it in my bones. I was charged with energy, with new enthusiasm. I started going out, really hitting the scene — nightclubs and arty coffeehouses. I went to poetry readings and live music shows. I was enjoying myself.

Maybe that was it — me just having a good time, smiling and laughing. But as soon as that started, women began showing up in my life. I had my first bona fide one-night stand with a foxy brunette I met at a rave. She took me back to her place, and we fucked like bunnies all night. I never even learned her last name. Nor did I feel any urge to pester her about seeing her again. That night was just, well, perfect.

After that I really cut loose. I had one casual lover, then two. Then, incredibly, I was seeing a full-on trio of women — all desirable and all into me — with no hassles about exclusivity. Everything was easy and friendly. Sex without any squabbles, without hang-ups.

I could barely believe it was happening to me. But I didn’t let that stop me from reveling in my sudden good luck. I wallowed in pussy, and all that fucking had my soul lit up like a neon sign. It was awesome.

One by one I checked items off my long-simmering sexual to-do list. With my unexpected access to eager and available women, I indulged in my fantasies whenever I could.

Anal sex? Did that. Actually, I did that a lot. Women were a hell of a lot more receptive than they were during my dorky years.

Sex outdoors? Oh, yeah. Fucked on a beach. Fucked in a park. Fucked at a music festival, standing up behind a sound truck.

Sex with a married woman? I didn’t go looking for it, but it happened anyway. Afterward, when she sensed that I was feeling guilty about it, she assured me her husband knew about her little side dishes and approved.

Side dish! I was a fucking side dish! How cool was that?

Over the early summer months, I bedded all sorts of women, jizzing my way through what I would have thought to be a lifetime’s worth of lovers just a short time ago.

But when the season started to wane, an eerie fear crept over me. What if the summer had been some kind of magical period for me? I don’t mean actual sorcery, but maybe something about the conditions of my life and some other unknown factors had conspired to give me the most memorable time of my existence.

The idea that it might go away chilled me in those final torrid days of the season. I would do anything to stop that from happening.

I had one last major item on my dirty checklist. It was maybe the most primal fantasy I’d carried with me: I wanted to have a threeway. Me and two hot chicks fucking in the same bed, with everybody doing everybody else.

By that point, I knew quite a passel of lovely fun females. I could probably recruit two for what I had in mind. But some impulse made me want to go out and try to find a pair from a cold start. To pick up two women I’d never met before and get them to come to bed with me. It would be the ultimate test of my newfound abilities.

I went to an open mic night at a coffee place. The comedy was hit-or-miss, but I zeroed in on a pair of girlfriends at a table. They were laughing and having a good time. After the last comic’s set, I went over and introduced myself.

Did I still have that spark? The ongoing magic of the new me?

The two women sized me up, then told me to join them. My luck appeared to be holding.

I sat with Felice and Sally at their table, and we talked. I believe I was charming and amusing. I felt an attraction coming from both of them, and I wasn’t hiding the fact that they interested me.

Finally, Sally boldly asked, “So, Harlan, which one of us are you hitting on?”

Felice slapped her arm, but Sally’s grin didn’t falter.

Going for it, I replied, “Both of you.”

Then I waited tensely to see if my dream would come true.

Suddenly, they were both smiling broadly, and we got out of there soon afterward.

The women lived together in an apartment. As we headed for one of their bedrooms, stripping off clothes as we walked, I realized they’d probably done this before. Maybe even a lot.

My cock stood out stiff and throbbing as we all tumbled naked onto the bed. I was surrounded by gorgeous female flesh. I grabbed for a tit; I groped the sweet swell of an ass cheek. Sally nibbled my shoulder, while Felice pasted her mouth to mine, her tongue wriggling between my lips.

They both grabbed my cock at the same time, and their touch was like heaven. When they leaned across my body and kissed each other full on the mouth, I knew all the pieces were in place. Our encounter would be the hot, mad culmination of my oversexed summer. A glorious three-way fuck!

I turned and sucked on Sally’s tit. Her nipple stood up hard, and I licked it, making her squeal with pleasure. I nibbled the pinkish bud, and she liked that even more. Meanwhile, Felice was playing with my balls, sending streams of delight through my overcharged being.

I felt totally alive, electric with the possibilities. Even with all the sex I’d had during the past crazy months that moment felt fresh and wild. I tingled all over, my nerves buzzing with joy.

Turning again, I found Felice’s spread legs and saw her pussy gleamed with wetness. I put my shoulders to her smooth inner thighs and lowered my head. I inhaled her delectable scent, then trailed my tongue up her slippery groove to sample her nectar.

Sally stroked my back and whispered hotly, “Yeah! Her pussy tastes good! I know!”

I ate Felice all the harder, drilling my tongue deep. Her clit pulsed as I teased it. Her thighs started closing rhythmically over my shoulders. She was moaning in time to my movements. Her juice flowed as she came.

Sally pulled my face up and hungrily licked her girlfriend’s sauce off my chin and lips. Everything felt soft and beautiful, like a dream. But there was a fine sexual hardness to it all, as well — a throbbing urgency. And that would be my cock.

But I went down on Sally next, noticing the subtle differences in flavor between the two gushing gals. Sally grabbed my hair by the roots when she climaxed, which I didn’t mind at all, and she ground her sweet honeypot hard against my face.

Afterward, it was Felice’s turn to lick my face clean.

Together, the two women shoved me not too gently onto my back on the mattress. The look of predatory desire on their pretty faces might have daunted another man. But I was wired into this scenario, fully committed and having the time of my life. It had already outstripped any fantasy I’d had.

On my back, I lifted my head and watched as their mouths closed over my swollen cockhead. The sight and sensation took me to a new plane of pleasure. Their tongues danced like fairies over my knob. They both licked up my dribbling pre-come. Their tongues also met around my crown. Two women French-kissing each other, with my cock thrust between them. Fantastic!

In a daze I felt them take turns going down on me. They were both accomplished cocksuckers. They each swallowed me to the base of my shaft, while the other licked my balls. They also did me harmonica-style, running their open mouths up and down the sides of my veiny staff at the same time.

I drifted on a sea of unreal bliss. I was on the brink of coming, but instead of surrendering to my final eruption, I held off and basked in the heightened pleasure.

Finally, though, Sally moaned, “I need to ride this fucking cock!”

I gazed at them through half-lidded eyes. Sally climbed onto me, fitted my dick to her wet entrance and lowered herself. I put my hands on her hips as she started to buck on my boner. She came down hard, taking every inch of me. I thrust upward, spearing her core.

Felice reached around from behind and groped her friend’s bouncing tits, tweaking the nipples hard. Sally’s cries rose and rose as she rode me harder and faster.

When she came, she almost took me with her. But Felice got her off me and jumped eagerly into her place. She bounced on me with an animalistic urgency. I held on to her tits, while Sally leaned in from the side to kiss her hard, snarling lovely obscenities between smooches.

Felice’s climax tore through her like a visible storm, and she growled with pleasure. Then she climbed off me, and I somehow got up onto my knees. I needed to shoot my load; I’d been on the brink too long.

But who to come inside?

As I pondered that thought, the women lay down on their backs. They looked up at me — their faces glazed with lust and sweat. The air was hot, and the whole room smelled of sex.

“Come on our faces,” Felice said.

“Shoot your jizz over our mouths,” Sally ordered.

With a cry in my throat, I pulled at my cock and blasted their faces. They eagerly swallowed what they could of my cream, and I knew the glow of this fantastic summer would keep me warm well into the winter.

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Earlier in the year, I’d had a tough time meeting women. I was as awkward as hell on dates. Just one of those clumsy guys who never quite got his act together romance-wise.

Then — bam! Summer came along. The weather turned sultry. The skies were an exhilarating blue. The night air was fragrant with blooming flowers. And something happened to me. Out of nowhere I started feeling like a self-confident stud.

I don’t know what hit me. I was still the same ole 20-something with the same ole job. I didn’t get ripped in the gym or win the lottery. That person in the bathroom mirror looked vaguely like the one who used to only get laid once in a blue moon.

But I was somebody else now, or at least an improved version of me. I felt it in my bones. I was charged with energy, with new enthusiasm. I started going out, really hitting the scene — nightclubs and arty coffeehouses. I went to poetry readings and live music shows. I was enjoying myself.

Maybe that was it — me just having a good time, smiling and laughing. But as soon as that started, women began showing up in my life. I had my first bona fide one-night stand with a foxy brunette I met at a rave. She took me back to her place, and we fucked like bunnies all night. I never even learned her last name. Nor did I feel any urge to pester her about seeing her again. That night was just, well, perfect.

After that I really cut loose. I had one casual lover, then two. Then, incredibly, I was seeing a full-on trio of women — all desirable and all into me — with no hassles about exclusivity. Everything was easy and friendly. Sex without any squabbles, without hang-ups.

I could barely believe it was happening to me. But I didn’t let that stop me from reveling in my sudden good luck. I wallowed in pussy, and all that fucking had my soul lit up like a neon sign. It was awesome.

One by one I checked items off my long-simmering sexual to-do list. With my unexpected access to eager and available women, I indulged in my fantasies whenever I could.

Anal sex? Did that. Actually, I did that a lot. Women were a hell of a lot more receptive than they were during my dorky years.

Sex outdoors? Oh, yeah. Fucked on a beach. Fucked in a park. Fucked at a music festival, standing up behind a sound truck.

Sex with a married woman? I didn’t go looking for it, but it happened anyway. Afterward, when she sensed that I was feeling guilty about it, she assured me her husband knew about her little side dishes and approved.

Side dish! I was a fucking side dish! How cool was that?

Over the early summer months, I bedded all sorts of women, jizzing my way through what I would have thought to be a lifetime’s worth of lovers just a short time ago.

But when the season started to wane, an eerie fear crept over me. What if the summer had been some kind of magical period for me? I don’t mean actual sorcery, but maybe something about the conditions of my life and some other unknown factors had conspired to give me the most memorable time of my existence.

The idea that it might go away chilled me in those final torrid days of the season. I would do anything to stop that from happening.

I had one last major item on my dirty checklist. It was maybe the most primal fantasy I’d carried with me: I wanted to have a threeway. Me and two hot chicks fucking in the same bed, with everybody doing everybody else.

By that point, I knew quite a passel of lovely fun females. I could probably recruit two for what I had in mind. But some impulse made me want to go out and try to find a pair from a cold start. To pick up two women I’d never met before and get them to come to bed with me. It would be the ultimate test of my newfound abilities.

I went to an open mic night at a coffee place. The comedy was hit-or-miss, but I zeroed in on a pair of girlfriends at a table. They were laughing and having a good time. After the last comic’s set, I went over and introduced myself.

Did I still have that spark? The ongoing magic of the new me?

The two women sized me up, then told me to join them. My luck appeared to be holding.

I sat with Felice and Sally at their table, and we talked. I believe I was charming and amusing. I felt an attraction coming from both of them, and I wasn’t hiding the fact that they interested me.

Finally, Sally boldly asked, “So, Harlan, which one of us are you hitting on?”

Felice slapped her arm, but Sally’s grin didn’t falter.

Going for it, I replied, “Both of you.”

Then I waited tensely to see if my dream would come true.

Suddenly, they were both smiling broadly, and we got out of there soon afterward.

The women lived together in an apartment. As we headed for one of their bedrooms, stripping off clothes as we walked, I realized they’d probably done this before. Maybe even a lot.

My cock stood out stiff and throbbing as we all tumbled naked onto the bed. I was surrounded by gorgeous female flesh. I grabbed for a tit; I groped the sweet swell of an ass cheek. Sally nibbled my shoulder, while Felice pasted her mouth to mine, her tongue wriggling between my lips.

They both grabbed my cock at the same time, and their touch was like heaven. When they leaned across my body and kissed each other full on the mouth, I knew all the pieces were in place. Our encounter would be the hot, mad culmination of my oversexed summer. A glorious three-way fuck!

I turned and sucked on Sally’s tit. Her nipple stood up hard, and I licked it, making her squeal with pleasure. I nibbled the pinkish bud, and she liked that even more. Meanwhile, Felice was playing with my balls, sending streams of delight through my overcharged being.

I felt totally alive, electric with the possibilities. Even with all the sex I’d had during the past crazy months that moment felt fresh and wild. I tingled all over, my nerves buzzing with joy.

Turning again, I found Felice’s spread legs and saw her pussy gleamed with wetness. I put my shoulders to her smooth inner thighs and lowered my head. I inhaled her delectable scent, then trailed my tongue up her slippery groove to sample her nectar.

Sally stroked my back and whispered hotly, “Yeah! Her pussy tastes good! I know!”

I ate Felice all the harder, drilling my tongue deep. Her clit pulsed as I teased it. Her thighs started closing rhythmically over my shoulders. She was moaning in time to my movements. Her juice flowed as she came.

Sally pulled my face up and hungrily licked her girlfriend’s sauce off my chin and lips. Everything felt soft and beautiful, like a dream. But there was a fine sexual hardness to it all, as well — a throbbing urgency. And that would be my cock.

But I went down on Sally next, noticing the subtle differences in flavor between the two gushing gals. Sally grabbed my hair by the roots when she climaxed, which I didn’t mind at all, and she ground her sweet honeypot hard against my face.

Afterward, it was Felice’s turn to lick my face clean.

Together, the two women shoved me not too gently onto my back on the mattress. The look of predatory desire on their pretty faces might have daunted another man. But I was wired into this scenario, fully committed and having the time of my life. It had already outstripped any fantasy I’d had.

On my back, I lifted my head and watched as their mouths closed over my swollen cockhead. The sight and sensation took me to a new plane of pleasure. Their tongues danced like fairies over my knob. They both licked up my dribbling pre-come. Their tongues also met around my crown. Two women French-kissing each other, with my cock thrust between them. Fantastic!

In a daze I felt them take turns going down on me. They were both accomplished cocksuckers. They each swallowed me to the base of my shaft, while the other licked my balls. They also did me harmonica-style, running their open mouths up and down the sides of my veiny staff at the same time.

I drifted on a sea of unreal bliss. I was on the brink of coming, but instead of surrendering to my final eruption, I held off and basked in the heightened pleasure.

Finally, though, Sally moaned, “I need to ride this fucking cock!”

I gazed at them through half-lidded eyes. Sally climbed onto me, fitted my dick to her wet entrance and lowered herself. I put my hands on her hips as she started to buck on my boner. She came down hard, taking every inch of me. I thrust upward, spearing her core.

Felice reached around from behind and groped her friend’s bouncing tits, tweaking the nipples hard. Sally’s cries rose and rose as she rode me harder and faster.

When she came, she almost took me with her. But Felice got her off me and jumped eagerly into her place. She bounced on me with an animalistic urgency. I held on to her tits, while Sally leaned in from the side to kiss her hard, snarling lovely obscenities between smooches.

Felice’s climax tore through her like a visible storm, and she growled with pleasure. Then she climbed off me, and I somehow got up onto my knees. I needed to shoot my load; I’d been on the brink too long.

But who to come inside?

As I pondered that thought, the women lay down on their backs. They looked up at me — their faces glazed with lust and sweat. The air was hot, and the whole room smelled of sex.

“Come on our faces,” Felice said.

“Shoot your jizz over our mouths,” Sally ordered.

With a cry in my throat, I pulled at my cock and blasted their faces. They eagerly swallowed what they could of my cream, and I knew the glow of this fantastic summer would keep me warm well into the winter.

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