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I had never been to a lesbian party before, but I would go anywhere with her.
I lay on my bed, my face buried in the pillow as I used my hands to spread my asscheeks. Jeannie’s strapon was heavily lubed as it glided in and out of my asshole. I squeaked when she gave me a hard smack on the ass.
“Who’s bitch are you?”
“Yours, Jeannie.” I uttered as I focused on my breathing.
There was a knock on my bedroom door and I looked up in panic.
“Just one minute!” I screamed at Sheila.
“Are you guys ready to go!? What are you doing in there!?”
“Take it out,” I said, “Take it out.”
Jeannie rolled her eyes and removed the large strapon from my asshole. She held it out as I turned around and said ,”Kiss it.”
“What!?”
“Kiss it or I tell Sheila to come in.”
“Okay!” I leaned down and kissed the strapon. She giggled and lightly slapped it against my face before taking it off of her. I pulled my pants too but I needed help. The ones Jeannie had chosen were too tight. Once Jeannie buttoned her jeans she called out to Sheila, “Come in!”
Sheila barged in, barely needing the permission. She looked at both of us, I was panting and tucking in my shirt. Jeannie had a shit eating grin on her face. Sheila looked amazing as usual. She wore a tight leather skirt around her waist that had just a sliver of ass hanging out. Her top was anything but sensible and she had glitter all over her tits as well as her face. Her makeup was done immaculately.
“Finally! Are we ready? Ohmygosh! Bestie, you look so cute!”
I looked down at my own outfit. I was wearing pants so tight that my bulge, as little as it was, was visible. Jeannie had put me in a mesh top and then there was the crown jewel of the whole piece.
“Do I really have to wear this?” I asked, pulling at the choker on my neck. On it was the words Jeannie in a dangling ornament.
“‘Course you do.” Jeannie said, spanking me, “Everyone needs to know who’s bitch you are.”
“Hold on!” Sheila said, escaping to her room only to return with a thin black choker, “Now we’re matching! Isn’t this fun?”
I was the only guy at the party. It was fun enough, but I was always so awkward at these things. I was definitely an outcast although some people were polite enough to me. Sheila was ripping shots this way and that way. They had told me not to drink as I would be the designated driver. I saw Sheila and Jeannie sitting on the sofas. Jeannie beckoned to me to sit on her lap.
“Ugh, I’m jealous of you bestie.”
“You are?”
“Yeah,” her words were slurring, “I’ve always wanted to hook up with a girl. I always thought they’d be so sweet and… their skin is so soft.”
Jeannie let out a confident chuckle, “Yeah, we’re pretty great.”
“They’d probably know how to eat me out, unlike Mr. Big Dick.”
She said it with the slightest hint of condescension in her voice. Could there be trouble in paradise with her and Braden? Jeannie must have sensed it too.
“It’s so loud in here,” Jeannie said, “It sounds like you’re saying something really important. I know one of the tenants is on vacation, let’s go talk in their room.”
Sheila nodded. Jeannie got up and pulled me by my hand and Sheila by the hand upstairs to the room. Jeannie was right. It was much quieter here.
“So, tell me all about it, sweetheart.” Jeannie sat on the bed and snapped her fingers for me to sit next to her. Sheila sat on the other side of me so I was sandwiched between these two gorgeous ladies.
“No,” Sheila said, “It’s just that I’m so jealous of you two. And I’m so proud of you, bestie. I know you’ve had trouble filling that ‘man’ role. Trying and failing to be alpha. Its been tough to watch you as your friend but I’m glad you’ve found yourself in this relationship.”
“Th-thanks, Sheila. But what are you talking about?”
“I think that’s what’s so great about all these new labels is there’s a place for everyone! And now, you, you know, get to explore this label as a he/him lesbian.”
“Lesbian?!” I asked, “I’m not a lesbian. I’m a guy.”
“I know,” Sheila said, “I said that. A he/him lesbian.”
“Wait… I’m… I consider myself straight.”
The two women both exchanged a heavy eye roll and I looked at my partner Jeannie for reassurance.
“Bitch, you’re a dyke’s girlfriend,” Jeannie said and they both erupted into laughter.
I thought getting a girlfriend would make me look more like a man in Sheila’s eyes but instead it seemed to have the reverse effect. Sheila placed her hand on my knee, “She tells me you’re a great girlfriend.”
` “He is,” Jeannie placed her hand on my other knee, their hands were crossing each other so their faces were close by.
“I bet you’re a good owner,” Said Sheila to Jeannie.
Jeannie looked at me, and Sheila tracked her eyes. They both looked at me expecting an answer.
“Uhm, she’s great!”
Sheila said “aww” like she saw a puppy. Sheila and my girlfriend stared into each other’s eyes and Sheila said.
“Your girlfriend is pretty great, isn’t she?”
Jeannie said, “Your bestie’s pretty great too.”
I watched, astounded at what was happening. They both leaned into each other and kissed. Their lips met and when I looked down, Sheila was rubbing my thigh.
Jeannie giggled and pulled Sheila’s face closer in, kissing her deeper.
They both fell back, taking me with them and laid down on the bed. Sheila and Jeannie climbed over me and started kissing more aggressively.
“Hold on,” Jeannie said breathlessly, “I’ll get the strap on. You stay right here.”
Jeannie went to the restroom, leaving Sheila alone with me.
“Is this… okay?” I asked her.
Sheila tilted her head up, “What do you mean?”
“I mean… you and I are about to have a threesome. And you’re in a relationship. Is this okay?”
Sheila finally stopped looking confused. She placed her hand on her heart and the other on my knee and said, “Oh, sweetie. It’s not a big deal. Mr. Big Dick says girls don’t count”
I smiled. Holy shit. Holy shit I was going to hook up with Sheila. I was going to be in a threesome. Sure, it was because she saw me as so little of a man that I was actually a safe option to hook up with, but I would take it.
Jeannie came out in nothing but a strap. She looked soo sexy with her little petite tits pointing right at me. She had her hands on her hips and pointed to Sheila, “All fours now.”
Sheila did it and I did it out of instinct. We both giggled as our asses were up in the air. And we looked at each other. I was going to do it. I was going to kiss her. I leaned in. She leaned as well. I felt Jeannie pull on my hair.
“Nuh uh. Sorry. Nothing for you.”
She pulled me away from Sheila until I was standing up.
“Who’s bitch are you?” She asked.
“Ahh!” I said, because of the hair pulling.
“Who’s. Bitch. Are. You?” She asked, each time spanking me in the ass.
“Yours, Jeannie!”
“That’s right. And Jeannie’s girl doesn’t fuck other bitches.”
I watched as she jumped on. Sheila looked back at me with a pitying look as Jeannie started pulling her pants down.
“Awww, sorry bestie. I thought for sure this would be my first threesome… of the year.”
I wanted to say something but was interrupted by Jeannie snapping at me. She pointed at the corner.
“Nose in the corner. I don’t want you looking at another girl’s body.”
I could only see Jeannie’s ass as she slowly fed Sheila the cock. Sheila’s voice cracked as she made shuttered breaths.
I kicked myself. I placed my nose in the corner and for the next hour at the party Jeannie and Sheila made love behind me. My dick bursting against the panties jeannie made me wear.
“I’M YOUR BITCH TOO TONIGHT!” Sheila screamed.
After a while, they were a sweaty heated mess. Jeannie told me to get them some water so I went down to the party and came back.
They were under the covers, I could not see Sheila’s breasts and I handed them both the waters.
“Thanks bestie. Being with a girl was awesome. You want to sleep in the bed with us?”
“Y-yeah!”
“Here,” Jeannie said, “I don’t want your clit getting hard at Sheila’s body. Sleep at the foot like a doggy.”
I nodded and crawled in. I smelled the intense feet of two well fucked women, and I closed my eyes, and tried to sleep with a raging erection.
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