Fierce!
4:48AM on December 10, 2008
 FIERCE!
© 2008 Alley Cat Media
We are not looking but we are always on the lookout.
When I first encountered Ms Bambie, I was with two of my several girlfriends. Ms Booty, my 44-yr old swinger partner had been running with me for nearly a year; 19 yr old Dimplez had been with me for about eighteen months. Both ladies were sexy, thick, and bisexual and that fit right into my program. They became lovers, girlfriends to each other and, simultaneously, girlfriends to me. We formed a triad.
After Ms Bambie entered the picture, Ms Booty was the first to fall. We laid Ms Booty off a few days following a small swinger party composed of bi females and their men that I organized in Moreno Valley, Calif. (That story is recounted in my blog, Swingin Done Right, at www.Rude.com/CalifStyle/blog.) Dimplez fell a few months later (see Ms Bambie and Dimplez: Birthday Booty, at www.Rude.com/MsBambie/blog).
Each wanted to be number one. Unfortunately, only the baddest can be number one and the baddest is, without a doubt, Ms Bambie.
Our baby, Fierce: 44FFF-29-46
Since then, we entertained several candidates but interviewed few. Most were flakes, wannabees and pretenders. Many were simply bi-curious, bi-situational, or they had another agenda.
We went back to the future and discussed a triad with one of my recent ex-girlfriends, Rudes SugarTyTee. SugarTyTee is in a pre-med program that consumes all of her time so, though we chat regularly, a more intimate relationship was off the table.
Then, out of the blue, she called.
My girl Fierce was 18 when we met four years ago at a restaurant in Santa Monica, Calif. I remember her as focused, ambitious and entrepreneurial. Fierce was studying make-up and massage therapy, juggling the course requirements with other classes at a local college. She knew what she wanted and where she was headed. I have met no women of her age who had their heads put on as straight; frankly, I have met few women of any age so situated. Fierce impressed me immediately.
Fierce read recently on one of my social networking sites that I was in a relationship; she wanted to know more about it. Fierce checked in on me periodically, hooking up with me from time to time for booty calls as it suited her. The girl is a complete independent.
Fierce, a bi, thick, sexy, freaky swinger, said she could be interested in Ms Bambie based solely on Ms Bambies photograph. Fierce wanted to meet her. YES!
We missed dates on Monday and Tuesday nights owing to Fierces demanding class schedule (shes studying web design and photo editing).
22 year-old Fierce at a photo shoot in her Hollywood studio
Wednesday night, as Ms Bambie and I lie in bed discussing events of the day, Fierce rang me. She wanted to know if I was in town, at home, awake. Yes to all three. She wanted to come to us; Ms Bambie nodded her assent and it was on.
Fierce didnt mention that she was already en route to us even as she chatted with me on the phone (she had her mind made up, evidently). Thirty minutes later, Fierce was ringing the doorbell.
She was still gorgeous. Fierces smile reached for my mouth and forced a toothy grin from me; she embraced me warmly and kissed me passionately. Fierce pressed her mound into my groin and grinded slowly, deeply, Old School effectively. My stiffness rose to the demand, saying, Lets get the party started.
Fierce followed me up the stairs to the master bedroom and Ms Bambie bounded from our bed to intercept us at the landing. They met, smiled, hugged, and exchanged pleasantries. Fierce undressed quickly and headed for the shower.
The 44-FFFs invaded the shower commandingly, Fierces 46-inch posterior span closing the shower door as she entered. The shower water slid across Fierces skin seductively, bouncing the radiance of her butterscotch flesh tone onto the glass and tile enclosure. Fierces buttocks flexed and dimpled as she crossed the threshold, her musculature straining against her silky, smooth skin.
None of this beauty was lost on Ms Bambie who stole a long, languid peek from around the corner. Ms Bambie achieved an ocular erection and she moistened her nipples with a flick of her tongue.
Fierce emerged from the shower with her golden nephelosphere glowing. Her body was ringed with a moist envelope that made her steamy hot and ultimately delectable to Ms Bambies hungry loins. Ms Bambie pursed her vulva in anticipation.
When I made it into the bedroom, I stepped into the voracious, libidinous longings of Ms Bambie and Fierce. Each had taken one side of the bed leaving a body-sized space between them, presumably for me. I attempted to snuggle in behind Ms Bambie, forcing them to face each other. Fierce demanded that I get between them. Dang. Life is harsh.
With my tactical position compromised, Fierce initiated the assault by latching onto my nipple; she slathered her tongue across my chests expanse, forcing my nipple absolutely perpendicular to my supine form. Blood rushed from my brain south in preparation for extended duty as Fierce reached with her hand to engage my surprised and still-flaccid penis. She stroked firmly yet gently, tickling the penile corona with flat-fingered passes. My mast ballooned into service. Ms Bambies eyes widened and her trademark, 40-teeth smile betrayed her.
Ms Bambie joined the endeavor, licking my spare nipple into surrender. My senses danced a spirited Lindy Hop to Duke Ellingtons The A-Train and I grasped mightily at my resolve. It was a nipple-whipping for which to die just call me Calif-cadaver because Im first in line.
Fierces lips ambled down to my pubis and connected with the first thing swingingwhich happened to be my man-sicle (thanks to Rudes XXL for that moniker). Fierce opened wide and sucked me into her mouth; my manhood found its youth again. She tonsil-tagged my shaft without warning and I skeeted into her stomach. Fierce did not pause, pummeling my missile with her tongue and thrusting my torpedo vigorously into her oral cavity.
Ms Bambie preparing to dine at Fierce's Y
Ms Bambie wrapped her tongue around Fierces lips (the ones on her face, you pervs), kissing her as Fierce planted those special kisses on me (well, on that special part of me, actually). This gave way to them kissing each other intermittently and sharing my man-meat; thrills galore, people. Ms Bambie took her turn at occupying my pipe when Fierce reached up to kiss my mouth. We tongued deeply, wrestling away any residue from her southern exposure. Meanwhile, Ms Bambie pleasured my glans with a loving lip-lashing; again, I skeeted.
I was taking flight when both ladies pulled up and directed me to get behind one of them. It was time clearly for them to attend more to each other. Cool.
Ms Bambie helped me up as I peeled myself from the raging, red sheets and Fierce lied on her back atop them. Ms Bambie wasted no time in prostrating herself into Fierces Y. I knew what time it was (sic): it was pearl polishing time.
Cupping my head on the edge of the custom-made, 32 inner-coiled mattress, I rested on my upper back with my face inserted in Ms Bambies love box. My tongue found its way unerringly into Ms Bambies cum canal, then rowed upstream a tad to a waiting and pleasantly situated clitoris. The clit smiled devilishly at me on my approach. I winked in return. We became great friends in the short term.
The contrast between Ms Bambies rich chocolate and Fierces butterscotch was alluring. The play of hues, one on the other, was at once complim
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