Bisexual Black Man's Paradise

Wendy gently bent me over, then pushed the dildo deeper into me. Meanwhile, Sandra sucked my cock. Man, I can't tell you how good it felt. Weird, but good. Wendy gripped my hips and fucked my ass with the dildo. I'll be the first to say that it kind of hurt, but also began to feel good after a while. I craved more and told her so. We had fun. So much that I came violently, squirting loads of hot cum into Sandra's mouth. The big black woman drank it all, obeying Wendy's strict instructions. Yeah, it was fun. Afterwards, Wendy regaled me with the sight of some steamy lesbian action between Sandra and herself. Wendy got on all fours and spread her ass while Sandra put on the strap-on dildo. She put her hands on Wendy's wide hips, then pushed the dildo into the big Latin woman's ass. I watched, stroking my cock. Watching two plump beauties fucking each other's brains out turned me on like you would not believe. Wendy squealed as Sandra fucked her, slamming the dildo deep into her asshole. Man, Wendy really loved anal sex. Both giving and receiving. Sandra fucked her until Wendy couldn't take it anymore and begged for mercy, countless orgasms later.

Then, the two of them licked each other's pussies like lesbian lick-downs were going out of style. That's hot!

I continued my sexual escapades with my fellow Woburn Tech students. Once, I had a steamy encounter with a rather unusual faculty member. There was one woman on the faculty whom everyone couldn't stop talking about. Professor Jasmine Saint Hill. A tall, lean and sexy, blonde-haired and blue-eyed lady with an athletic body, big boobs and a big ass. I wanted a piece of her, as did most men on campus and quite a few women. Yet she never got involved with anyone. One day, I ran into her at a Boston bar which catered to gays and bisexuals. I introduced myself. She was happy to meet me. I noticed that she was a lot more relaxed at the bar. Not like the uptight bitch we all knew from campus. We talked for hours. I learned a lot about her. Jasmine Saint Hill was a French expatriate living in America. She was also a very lively dame who seemed to be into me. After many drinks and much flirting, we ended up in a motel near the bar.