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I should be doing work right now but how can you work when your mind is elsewhere. On the surface, I'm your typical heterosexual male. Ordinary in most respects, except for the mere fact that I had an incredible bisexual experience that I can't shake from my head. This is the true story of that occasion.
It was my birthday and my friends and I had all agreed to meet at a local watering hole. A simple place where the decor was terrible but everybody knew everybody and the service was on a first name basis. The prospect of turning 27 wasn't a particularly attractive thing, but unlike many of the women I know, I wasn't dreading it. The gray had slowly started to make it's way into my hair but in all other respects, I was in the same great shape I was in highschool. I had tried to maintain my athletic stature and hoped that all agreed that my 6 foot, 200 lbs frame wasn't too far off.
When my friends and I arrived, the place was crammed with the usual Friday night crowd, a combination of after-work drinks that had continued too long and the hard- core drinkers starting their evening ritual. Seats were hard to come by for the crowd we had in tow so the one table we could snatch was overflowed with people and caused many of our mob to bump into neighboring tables. At one of these tables was a couple.
The guy was dressed in all black. I later learned both he and his companion were waiters at a nearby restaurant and were there for a social drink. The girl was tall, you could even notice her height while she was sitting. Not model material but definitely attractive. Her red hair and thin features were just the characteristics that would usually grab my attention. Her long hair fell to the middle of her back and although she had modest b-sized breasts, her true asset was a fantastic ass that you couldn't pinch an inch on. Add to that the fact that both were French-Canadian, and the scene was set for something good to happen. Although not fluent, I speak fairly decent French due to my fathers influence on my upbringing.
A good looking girl will always grab the attention of the guys I hang out with. I'm no slouch when it comes to meeting new people either. The funny thing was that I had no intention of starting anything. I had only recently put the final nail in the coffin of a relationship that had trailed on for way too long. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration not only of my passing year in age, but the start of a new phase in my life. Little did I know how ironically true that would be.
The language was the key. While the other guys all tried to make small talk, half of what they said wasn't understood, just as the couple's French dialect was poorly understood. I got to be translator, and for convenience, I ended up sitting at the end of the table to allow for the communication. I found out their names were Philip and Natalie. Philip was gay, not a problem, but it took him out of the equation nicely.
People were very good to me that night and every time I made a motion to the bar, a glass of beer appeared before me, ending the need to move. While generous, it caused me to get progressively more drunk. Not so bad on your birthday, but I didn't realize how bad I was till I finally made a trip to the men's room and found balance a challenge. As the night progressed, I found the music getting louder and louder, making it more difficult to hear anybody and everytime I tried to hear the vocalizations of our new friends, I had to get progressively closer to hear properly. This worked to my advantage because I got to be face to face with Natalie. She smelled great and I could tell a mutual attraction was there. Or at least, it appeared to my beer-goggled eyes that she was into me.
Jump ahead a couple of hours, I find my friends fading fast and all that remain are Philip, Natalie, myself and a couple of stragglers that have decided to talk amongst themselves. For now, it's just me and my new friends, and we decided to find more fun at another bar. I suggest one up the street and they both agree. I may be no Casanova but I can tell that Philip is tired and wants to go home but that Natalie seems to think she needs more time to seal the deal. Little does she know I'd jump her right there if she wanted me to, but I'll go along with the show if it makes her feel like she's accomplished her goal.
When we get to the next bar, Philip is tired, but he compensated by being eccentric. He was all over the place, talking to everybody and attempting to dance with the entire crowd. Although annoying, it gave me a chance to get a little closer to Natalie. It wasn't long till I was necking in a corner with her.
Move ahead a little bit more and it's closing time. Everybody is shuffling out under the ugly lights. The moment of truth arrives, what are we going to do. I'm a little too drunk to be thinking entirely straight, so I let my friends make the call. I see Natalie and Philip talking, but I'm not sure what they're saying. They decide we should all go to Philip's place, being the closest and because both my and Natalie's places are a little out of the city and we both had cars downtown. It's odd that I didn't think this was odd at the time, but looking back, it seems like they had something planned.
Philips place was in a rough looking building, in a rough part of town, but the inside was very modern. It was a typical bachelor pad, kitchen and living room in one, and a separate bedroom. He was very gracious and offered the bed for Natalie and myself, as long as we "cleaned up anything afterward." Very nice of him, I thought.
Philip grabbed the couch and finally, Natalie and I could have a little privacy to have some fun.
The door had barely closed when Natalie's hands were grasped around my shirt bottom and was being pulled up over my head. I followed suit with tore off her lacy, button-up shirt. She had been wearing a black full length skirt all night and this was when her true beauty made itself apparent. I yanked down the skirt and twisted her around, so I was giving her a solid hug from behind while I could nibble on her neck. >From this position, I looked down to see the greatest ass I'd ever seen, each lobe being framed on either side of a black silk thong. She moved forward toward the bed, diving face first onto the sheets, and pulling me along for the ride. As I kissed along her back, I moved down her spine to the top of the crease of her ass and slowly slipped the thong down and off. Then in one quick motion, flipped her over and dove head first into a shaved snatch that smelled like musty baby powder.
Now I may love sex, but eating out a girl is my true passion. There's nothing quite as good as having your face buried in pussy, while your hands are wrapped around back and pulling on a fine ass. But I digress.
This was having its desired effect and Natalie was softly moaning and starting to twitch convulsively. Orgasm one down... more to go I hoped. She grabbed me by the hair and yanked me up alongside her. It was now her turn, she said, and with this she grabbed my cock and began giving me the most amazing blowjob I had ever gotten.
But as I mentioned, I love eating pussy. I spend hours in the gym, not for the health and looks benefits, although they can't hurt either. I do it for times like this, when I can easily grab and twist her without breaking a sweat. With this movement, we're now in a 69 position, with her beautiful mound right above my head. Again, I dove in and began circling her clit with my jutting tongue. Up and down one minute, and side to side the next, trying to determine which elicited the best moans. I love 69, it gives you the benefit of a blowjob and allows your hands to be free to explore and caress every nook and cranny. I guess it was this sensory overload that allowed Philip to slip in without my noticing.
As I was sucking Natalie's juices down my anxious throat, I saw a cock coming toward my head. Startling at first, especially because I hadn't seen or heard anything till this point. But Natalie had my head pinned between my thighs, and although I could have easily lifted her, the alcohol had numbed my objections, and I wanted to see what would happen. I eased off her pussy only to be replaced by Philip's hard 6 inch cock, which slid easily into the moist slit I had just previously been attached to. "I thought this guy was gay" was the only impulse in my noggin at the time, but this quickly faded. My mind had expanded a great deal during my university days and now I don't group according to society's narrow concepts of sexuality. Philip's cock easily slid in and out and didn't seem to startle Natalie at all.
It might have been the booze or the adrenaline, I don't know why, but I went with it. I kept jutting out my tongue to time my clit stimulations with Philip's cock penetrations. Occasionally his balls would graze my tongue, and I loved it.
I was so aroused by this and I could feel my balls tense, and my cock begin to twitch in Natalie's mouth. I reached up and held on to cock right above my head, just at the base. And with one motion, pulled it into my mouth as Phillip thrusted. This put him over the edge and on the next thrust, he cummed into my mouth. I had never tasted cock, let alone another mans cum, so this all was deeply erotic and sent me over the edge, and I came all over the lips and face of Natalie, who tried to pull away but couldn't in time and got the facial shower.
All three of us were stunned by what had happened and we quietly collapsed in a pile on the bed. The alcohol took over and we all passed out, without a word being exchanged. I was a little spooked in the morning, and took off before the other two had woken, which is a move I deeply regret. Without a way to get a hold of them later, I lost track of them and never had a recurrence of the event the has severely changed my outlook on sex.
If you're out there in Canada or elsewhere around the world, I'd love to hear from you. You may know Philip and Natalie, or are people like them. Regardless, I'd love to hear what you thought of this true account. Email thefunktion@hotmail.com Cheers