Matt pulls back from our man-to-man kiss, a little breathless. “Okay, okay," he mutters. "Not a shitty kisser,” as he had joked, in his nervousness, that I might be.
We've just done this as part of a deal we made with Kaitlyn and Brenda, with whom Matt and I hope to be hooking up here at the county fair. They were jovially insisting that we pay them real money for sexual favors, and as they were telling us how much they'd charge us for each kiss, Matt made the mistake of asking how much to watch them kiss each other.
The answer was more money than we had on us. But the ladies proposed a trade, pooling their cash and offering us six hundred dollars for them to first watch us kiss each other. With which we could buy back the lesbian kiss Matt so desperately wanted to see, plus a few additional enjoyments.
“Worth it?” I ask Matt, a little breathless myself. My own answer would be "Hell yes!" We've sucked each other off plenty of times since he introduced me to Bi action back in high school, but blowjobs are as far as he has ever let things progress, and I've been trying to figure out how to unlock the deeper Bisexuality I believe he has within him. I don't think I've yet found the master key, but getting him to make out with another man for the first time is progress. Especially since that man is me.
“Yes," he admits. "But don't expect to add it to our repertoire unless you want to pay me six hundred every time.”
“Oh my God, Mattie," I flirt with a fake-gay voice. "Does that mean you’ll be my kissing whore now?”
“Maybe I shouldn't rule it out, Joey," he banters back in a near falsetto. "I do still have to pay for the new seats for the 'Stang.” He's been restoring an old muscle car, pouring in a fair bit of money, though less than a new one would cost.
Impressed with our performance, Kaitlyn and Brenda congratulate us on a good show, and throw us each a bonus twenty for rubbing each other's cocks towards the end of our smooch. In return, they start kissing each other for us, which will earn them four hundred back.
We don't bother counting the seconds, but it goes on for a lot longer than Matt's and my kiss. Both women seem to be pretty passionate about it. Especially Brenda, who reaches under Kaitlyn's top and squeezes, extracting a helpless whimper from Kaitlyn. "Okay, that wasn't so bad," Kaitlyn quietly admits.
"I'll say," Brenda softly concurs. I see her cast a brief, wistful glance at her friend as we pair up boy-girl again. Brenda and Kaitlyn are best friends, but it sure seems to me that Brenda would like more than that from Kaitlyn. It's not clear that Kaitlyn feels the same way, though. Or is she repressing her true desires?
Matt and I stuff bills in the girls' blouses, in exchange for more kisses, as we start walking back to our cars. So far, they've told us only what they're charging per kiss, while hinting that the prices may escalate with the action. We're still not sure how much pleasure our money can buy here.
He asks, “So what exactly are your other ... um, rates ... ladies?”
"If it's ten for a kiss," suggests Brenda, "I think forty for a boob feel."
"That's for one tit!" laughs Kaitlyn. "Sixty for both boobs."
"Now, let's talk blowjobs," says Brenda luridly. "If Joe's 'shitty' ones cost a hundred, we'd better charge more than that." Matt had joked earlier that he and I had just traded BJs in the parking lot. Which was not true, but we had done so the night before. As part of the banter, he had suggested mine weren't very good. Also not true.
"Two hundred?"
"Two-fifty if they want us to swallow."
"That's fair. How much for them to go down on us?" asks Kaitlyn.
"Store credit! Minus one-hundred."
"I'm good with that. And then, for the real ride of the night ... the fare for a screw better be at least three hundred."
"Up the butt is five hundred, though," chuckles Brenda, not appearing completely unwilling. I keep liking her even more.
"C'mon," interjects Matt. "Three hundred for a screw? I can get a screw at the hardware store for fifty cents."
"Fine, Matt," scoffs Kaitlyn. "You go get yourself a fifty-cent screw and tell us how it feels up your pee-hole."
"All right, point taken," Matt says. "Let's see here ... three kisses, maybe just one boob ... gotta save money somewhere ... a blowjob ... with swallowing, can't cheap out there ... beaver-munch credit, and a slow screw. Minus what you paid us for kissing ... damn, we're still out a couple hundred each!'
"I'd say you're getting off cheap!" exclaims Brenda.
"Well, as long as we're getting off with you two. Compared to Joe's hundred-dollar blowjobs, that's still a fine deal."
Matt drives Kaitlyn to his place in his car, while Brenda and I follow in hers. "Don't worry, Joe," she flirts as we drive, running her finger along the bulge of my shorts, "I think you might find my blowjob to be worth two hundred." She gulps exaggeratedly. "Fifty." Oh God.
"So do you always charge like this?" I murmur, mesmerized by this bold cutie.
"No, Joe. You might be special," she says, throwing back my earlier line with a grin as we stop at a red light, making out for a few seconds. I throw a ten-spot at her.
As we start off again, I ask, "So have you and Kaitlyn ever kissed before?"
"Once. When we were still in school. And a little drunk."
"Did you do anything else? Or want to?"
"No. I've always wanted to, but she won't even let me bring up what happened. I'm shocked that she went for it tonight. Maybe she's getting more open-minded."
"So's Matt," I muse. Hmm, maybe we have some leverage here. "Do you think she would do something with you tonight - I mean, more than kissing - if he and I did too?"
"Huh! That's an intriguing thought. She's always complaining how guys want to see women together but refuse to do anything with each other. I think it's partly her excuse to avoid trying anything with a girl, but partly that she really wants to see guys together. No one's ever called her bluff before, Joe. Are you seriously suggesting this? You guys wouldn't actually ... ?" she asks as we pull up in front of Matt's. "Would you?"
"Hell, we just sucked each other last night," I taunt as we get out of the car. We walk inside holding hands, Brenda staring at me, mouth and eyes agape.
< = = = = = = = = >
Brenda leads Kaitlyn to Matt's bathroom so they can confer quietly. It goes on for several minutes.
"What do you think they're talking about in there?" he wonders.
"Given the kissing trade we did, maybe they want to up the ante."
"They do not," he scoffs.
"I might have made a suggestion," I tell him with a grin. His eyes open wide and a grin spreads across his face.
The women come into the living room, holding hands.
"You boys ever see two women do anything together?" asks Kaitlyn as they pull off each other's blouses and turn to face us.
"Um, I haven't been so lucky," admits Matt, "but by some miracle, 'Ladies' Man' here has. Twice, right Joe?"
I nod, humbly.
"For a cool thousand, we'll kiss again. And ... " says Brenda, now pausing for dramatic effect. "... we'll suck each other's tits." She's bouncing slightly on her heels and betraying some excitement at this prospect.
"Damn, you drive a hard bargain. Will you take a check?"
"No," says Kaitlyn firmly. Smiling, she suggests, "but if you don't have that kind of high-roller cash, we're willing to offer you a fair trade. You say you sucked each other in the car, and we're calling your bluff. You two suck each other's cocks right now, and we'll call it even with the boob sucking. Ten seconds each, just like before. And you two have to go first again."
Tits for tools is hardly a like-for-like trade, we know, but we instantly understand the economics and strip off our clothes off for the ladies, who reply with cheers and wolf-whistles. They doff their bras and shorts in turn, leaving just their underwear on.
Matt kneels before me, pretending to be nervous. "Gee, Joe, I don't know if I can do this ..."
He's bullshitting, of course. "Just suck it," I demand with fake dominance, thrusting my hips forward so that my cockhead touches his lips, and then I slap his cheek with it. Unfazed, he opens his mouth to whisper "Hell, yes," and summarily takes me all the way in. No licking, no tentative tasting, just swallowing me to the back of his throat.
"Fuuuck," I groan with pleasure as he flicks his tongue on the underside of my shaft, then slowly bobs. I think I hear the girls each echo the same word.
"Uh, I think that's more than ten seconds," Brenda points out after a few strokes, and at least twice that much time.
Kaitlyn seems unable to speak, her fingers busy inside her pink panties. "Oh my God," she finally utters, breathing heavily as she finally withdraws them.
"All right, my turn. Give me your cock," I gamely encourage Matt as I get on my knees and he stands up, sausage in hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I spy Brenda grabbing Kaitlyn's hand to lick the cunt juice off her fingers, and I hear her hum, "Mmm."
Can we keep escalating this? I wonder. At this rate, if we're to see the women go down on each other - which I think Brenda desperately wants, but Kaitlyn may not go for - Matt and I would have to fuck. And I highly doubt he would go for that, even to watch women munch cunt.
"Yeah, suck it, dude," Matt encourages as I lick around his glans and then swallow him, running my lips up and down his length. I've started stroking myself while sucking him.
"Oh ... damn," gasps Kaitlyn after what is again a lot more than ten seconds, finally kneeling next to me and taking over Matt's manhood.
Brenda kneels behind me and kisses the back of my neck, reaching around to stroke me slowly. "That was really amazing, Joe. We're proud of you both."
Then she leans in to whisper in Kaitlyn's ear, "Time for our end of the deal."
Kaitlyn removes her mouth from Matt's rod and tentatively turns her head towards Brenda. "Okay," she says, somewhat reluctantly. "We did agree to this. Are you sure you're ready, Brends?"
"Oh, I'm ready, babe," she says with much greater confidence. She cradles Kaitlyn's face in her hands, gives her an impossibly sexy, loving kiss, then sucks on her ear, and neck, and works her way down to her breasts. She lets out an enthusiastic "Mmm! Gawd!" as she takes one of Kaitlyn's firm nipples in her mouth, then the other, squeezing each breast with her hand as she sucks it.
"Oh, that feels so good!" gasps Kaitlyn, a bit short of breath.
"Mmm-hmm," replies Brenda, coming back up for air and another kiss. "Now you try it."
Kaitlyn gingerly reaches out to Brenda's chest, tentatively cupping a breast, then squeezing, then pinching a nipple.
"Yes!" hisses Brenda, throwing her head back. "Suck my tits, baby!"
Kaitlyn does so, letting out some happy hums herself as she explores boobly pleasure for the first time. Then she abruptly stands up, clearly flushed and excited. "Come on, Matt, take me to bed." They disappear into his bedroom, leaving Brenda and me with the fold-out couch in his living room.
< = = = = = = = = >
Brenda and I lie next to each other on the couch, enjoying a lovely kiss and an exquisite feel of her tits. "That's both boobs, Joe!" she teases. "Sixty, please!"
I stand up to grab a stack of cash off the end table and cascade some bills across her nearly-nude body. Now standing in front of her, I dangle more money above my very erect penis, inches from her head. She rolls closer, smiling up at me and giving my cock a lick. I drop a few more bills, which she rubs across her tits, giggling.
She starts sucking my pecker - quite expertly and pleasurably - but as I drop one final hundie on her, she suggests I earn myself some "store credit" for what's yet to come. We switch positions, and I eagerly dive into her pussy, which is tangy and musky and succulent, all the wonderful things that pussies always are. I run my hands up her back, then around to her boobs, which are round and supple and rubbery at their peaky points, all the wonderful things that boobs always are.
I sense Brenda's body tremoring and stiffening, accompanied by escalating and then diminishing moans, in what might at least be a minor climax. Kissing me, and briefly swirling her tongue in my mouth, she has us switch so she can straddle me. sinking my manhood into her tender, wet, warm womanhood. God, I'd almost forgotten how good that feels! The last two women I've had sexual contact with, for differing reasons, had me observe a no-penis-in-the-vagina rule, so it's nice to enjoy full-menu sex again. And I do enjoy the hell out of it, doing some of my best butt-caressing and boob-sucking and hands-through-hair-running while we rock together.
Not seeming to mind that my face is covered in her fluids, Brenda pulls my head up and kisses me intensely, her lips and tongue focused not only on my mouth but on licking her own juices from my saturated face. I pull her cowgirl hips tighter against mine, her clit grinding against me, and she quickly reaches a bigger climax than before, her sweaty body collapsing onto me while I continue to thrust, convulsing my cream into her not long afterward.
After both of our breathing slows, Brenda gazes into my eyes and says, "I hope it isn't too early to ask, Joe, but I really like you, and I would like to see you again. And not just for sex. Or," she giggles, "for money. I'm going to be out of town next weekend, but after that, can we get together?"
"Of course! I'd love that." Damn, this girl actually likes me!? Enough that she's asking me out on a second date before we're done with the first? How rare.
"And by the way, Kaitlyn might well keep Matt's money, but yours is no good with me. You helped me get something tonight that's worth a lot more to me."
Oh, I think I know what that is. "You mean what happened between you and Kaitlyn?"
"Yes. Believe it or not, I've never been with a woman before, but I think I want to. Preferably her. And I'm hoping that broke down some of her resistance." Oh God, I'm thinking, and she's going to keep me in the loop as she explores her bisexuality? What could be better?
There might be one hitch, of course. "But do you think she wants that?"
"That is the big question, Joe. I need to try it with or without her, but I'd sure like it to be with her."
Brenda shifts her weight, her cunt ejecting my shrunken, gooey prick. She kneels in front of me and gently licks me again. "Why have I never even tasted a man after sex before? The combination of juices tastes amazing." After a couple more licks, she looks up and smirks. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I would like the taste of pussy."
"I think you might be bisexual, just like me." That's not something I would not normally admit on the first date. My last girlfriend dumped me precisely for being bisexual, so I'm all too aware how that can scare them off. But with Brenda, it seems safe.
"Wait. So tonight wasn't Matt's and your first time sucking each other?"
"Well, it was the first time today," I concede with a grin. "Maybe you thought I was kidding, but we really did suck each other last night. Cum and everything."
"Oh!" A smile creeps across Brenda's face. "So unlike a lot of guys, I suppose you like the combination of male and female juices too?"
"Damn right I do!" Playfully, I push her back onto the carpet, my head falling between her legs. "I just hope my cum hasn't all leaked out yet!" I start cleaning up her sopping twat, squeezing her boobs with my hands, and she squeals with pleasure. After a couple of minutes, my prick long since re-hardened, she switches us around into a sixty-nine so that we can both taste each other - on each other - at the same time.
Wow. Could I actually have found a girl who likes me? And who will have full vaginal sex with me? And who actually likes sixty-nine? And is going to give me a front-row seat to her own bisexual explorations? And might help me open Matt up a bit more too? Could this be too good to be true?
