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Being mostly gay, my heterosexual component is relatively slender and it has always been best served when there is a man with whom to share the woman.

My history of bisexual three-or-more-somes got off to an excellent start in California, where I grew up. But New York has been even more bountiful in that respect. Within a month of my arrival my friend Bill, a native New Yorker, invited me to accompany him to the apartment of a married couple for some fun.

Norman and Alice, at that time, were in their mid-forties and seemed a perfectly ordinary and pleasant couple. They liked each other and they both liked men. They both had lovers on the side but often shared their bisexual pals. There never seemed to be any jealousy. After a drink and some preliminary chatting we all repaired to the bedroom and stripped.

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Norman was full-bodied but not fat. His sandy hair was streaked with grey. He had a good thick schlong, of just over average length, and it was bone-hard by the time he was undressed.

Alice was an attractive brunette matron with nice tits and a thick dark bush of pubic hair Her clitoris was her most remarkable physical feature. I've never seen so large a one and it extruded slightly from her cunt As soon as I caught a glimpse of it I knelt down before her and spread the lips. It was literally like a little boy's penis, complete with a corona. I sucked on it and it immediately stiffened. I looked over at Norman, who by that time was fondling Bill's balls, and asked him jokingly if she'd ever fucked him with it.

He answered quite seriously, "Don't think we haven't tried!"

She pulled me up and led me to the bed, suggesting that I eat her for a while. She lay back across the bed and I got on my knees on the floor between her legs and started lapping her.

When I think of how passionately fond I am of eating a man's asshole-- I'd like to cover my entire face with a guy's ass lips-- I can understand how wonderful it must be for a guy who really likes to eat pussy. You really can cover your face with those lips. And there is so much more to a cunt and such a variety of places to explore with your tongue. And to have a cunt like this one, complete with a little prick, was almost (but not quite) enough to make me a committed devotee of cunt-eating.

As I was eating her, my friend Bill positioned himself over her face and started fucking her in the mouth, while Norman lay on the floor with his face under me and drilled his tongue into my ass. Very nice.

He soon transferred his attentions to my dick. The combination of that, while lapping up a quart of pussy juice, and watching Bill's sweet shit hole wink at me as he fucked Alice in the face, all too soon got me going, I had to pull out of the equation lest I squirt too soon. Bill pulled out also and for the same reason.

Seeing Bill's hole reminded me that I'd not yet investigated Norman's. He'd eaten mine, so it was time to return the favor. I parted a plump pair of down-covered buns and discovered not an asshole, but a mouth. In a recent article, a journalist remarked that the mouth of Donald Trump looked as if it had migrated to his face from another part of his anatomy. And that's true. Every time I see Donald's photograph, I think of Norman's asshole. When my lips touched his hole, it opened up and I was able to get my tongue in clear to the tonsils (mine, not his). The atmosphere in there was rather fetid. I pulled away and looked in. I asked if there was a flashlight handy. He told me that there was one in the drawer of the bedside table. I fetched it and shined it in. Sure enough, a turd could be seen edging its way around the bend. But having dined already, I declined dessert.

He loved my attentions and there was no mistaking his urgent wish to get the shit fucked out of him. So as Bill was now fucking Alice's cunt, I climbed on board her husband.

Before long, however, I felt the head of my dick rubbing against his turd. It was sort of scratchy; roughage, I suppose. I didn't mind it. On the contrary, I enjoyed the intimacy; and soon the turd, which seemed to be a stiff, four-inch affair, moved down beside my dick and was threatening to pop out altogether.

For a time during the 1970s I had a friend whose "thing" was precisely this kind of fuck. He loved to be screwed when he was loaded with shit, and as I drove in and out, he would push out and strain down with all the strength of his bowels, so hard it often would hurt me. But I wouldn't let him push my dick out and the shit would squeeze out of his ass around my dick and into my pubic hair and all around my balls. We always had to use a plastic sheet on the bed, for it was messy and we'd both get smeared. The smell, of course, was symphonic, but that's all part of it, and we both loved our sessions together.

But this was not the time for that sort of thing and as my shit-smeared dick was starting to flavor the air, I suggested we retire to the bathroom.

I don't think that Norman was in any degree into things scatological, but when I told him I wanted to see his shit drop out, he cheerfully obliged me. I got down behind him and had him spread his cheeks so that his hole was fully exposed. It opened and his nice brown turd dropped into my hands.

Under other circumstances there would have been uses for it and I rather regretted having to flush it away. But I wiped his beshitted ass with my tongue and that both surprised and excited him. He turned around and shoved his stiff prick into my mouth, fucked it vigorously, and shot his load.

I washed my face, rinsed my mouth, and carefully soap-and-watered my dick. I wanted to fuck his wife, and for that, a dick has to be scrupulously clean. I've seen porn movies where a dick is pulled out of a girl's asshole and then shoved right into her cunt-- a very bad idea. Did you ever ask yourself why most people, when they wipe their ass, always reach around and do it from behind? I've always found it more convenient to pull my balls aside and reach in under them from the front. I learned to do that in my teens when I had a problem with a fissure and wiping was less painful that way. But the reason we all learn to do it the other way is because it's always the mother who teaches the child to wipe and women have to wipe that way. To do it from the front risks dragging fecal material into the cunt, it being so close to their asshole.

Norm and I returned to the bedroom to find Bill and Alice still at it. I don't think they even missed us. As I had not yet had my turn in her cunt, I told them to break it up. She whispered something in Bill's ear as he pulled out of her. He smiled, rolled her over on her side, and shoved his cock up her ass as I slipped mine into her pussy.

Unwilling to be left out, Norman positioned himself over her face and, as his ass was directly in front of me, I sucked his hole as he fucked her in the mouth. That was enough to put us all over the hump and in quick order we all climaxed, she more than once. We called it an evening after that. I saw them several times afterwards. The next time I went over alone and a third time, with another friend.

The last time, however, was again with Bill. He knew another bisexual couple and Norm and Alice knew several. We all got together in Bill's Riverside Drive apartment one evening. There were bodies strewn all over the floor.

One pair, in particular, interested me. The guy was very good looking and so was she. They were both in their late 20s, that is to say, about my age at the time (this was back in 1958).

She was very aggressive, crawling through and over the tangle of bodies looking for a cock not in use or a cunt (I saw her lapping more than one), and she wasn't always very considerate. She was all elbows and knees and you never knew when you'd yet one in the eye or the throat. He, meanwhile, seemed very passive, staying mostly to himself. As it turned out, her aggressiveness and his passivity were the key to their relationship.

I liked his looks and threaded my way through the bodies and positioned myself between his legs. He seemed glad for the attention and, holding my head in his hands, fucked me in the mouth.

Our pairing soon caught the attention of his girl friend, and she came over to join us. I continued to suck on him as they smooched. Soon, however, she tired of it, being more restless and with a shorter attention span (I think by that time she'd sampled every dick and cunt in the room). She decided she wanted to be fucked, so I climbed on her.

But he moved up to our head level so that I could continue to suck him. We both came very quickly. I don't think she did. One of the drawbacks of fucking women is that so often one can't be sure if they've climaxed. A whole lot of the time I think they fake it. It always makes me wonder what I'm doing wrong.

He had to take a piss and so did I. We went to the john together. I wasn't about to let his go to waste and as he started to piss I leaned over and took it in my mouth. It didn't even cut off his flow. He simply turned toward me and continued to piss.

I was rather embarrassed when she appeared in the door of the bathroom while I was still gulping it down. She stood leaning against the door frame, stark naked, smoking a cigarette, and looking at us with a kind of smirking smile.

When he'd squeezed out the last squirt and pulled out, she asked me with a certain sarcastic edge in her voice if I were still thirsty. I wasn't-- not for hers. I'd never before had a woman's piss, my libido never having required it. But she had put me on the spot and, feeling that good manners required me to oblige her, I said, "Sure I can always use some more. A piss is a piss is a piss, after all. (I'm not so democratic when it comes to shit.)

You can imagine my surprise when, instead of offering me her own, the nasty slut called into the living room, "Hey, you guys, we've got a piss drinker in here, if anybody needs to take a leak."

She did it just to humiliate me and it made me wonder what her poor boy friend was made to suffer; he was obviously her subordinate.

Well, a couple of the guys came in and pissed down my throat. Some of the gals came in to watch. I should have been grateful to her for all the free piss, I suppose, but playing the flunkie is definitely not my thing. I drink piss and eat shit to rejoice in it, not because I want to be humiliated. The only times I've felt degraded by the things I do is when the

That was the last time I saw Norm and Alice and more than a dozen years passed before I was to have another bisexual encounter.

Editor's Note: Excerpted from Lewd, Boyd McDonald's 12th volume of true sex histories.

Author Profile:  Boyd McDonald

Born in 1925 in South Dakota, Boyd McDonald entered Harvard as a high-school dropout after serving in the army in World War II. Jobs with Time, IBM, and several Wall Street firms preceded Boyd's career as a chronicler of gay sex. He was the founder and editor of Straight to Hell (alternatively the Manhattan Review of Cocksucking), and later published a number of anthologies of true sex histories. Boyd died in September 1993, two months after completing his final book, Scum.