Betty, Bill and Richard 23 (Sustaining Basic Needs) Teen bisex M-M-F July, 2020
My name is Richard. Betty and Bill are my friends.
The summer of our fourteenth year, the three of us started with sexual experimentation.
When the summer of our fifteenth year started, we'd all experienced vaginal and anal sex and were experts at oral, masturbation and making out.
The first Friday after school we started with our make-out session, as normal. I felt that I needed to get fucked in the ass.
Bill took care of me, and he always takes pride in his work. After lunch I returned the favor.
Once I had shot my load inside of Bill, he ate Betty's pussy so that each of us three had come.
We spent that weekend apart from each other and with our parents. We seemed to be appreciating our time with them more than we had during the school year.
The second week of the summer we maintained our routine; naked by Bill's pool, making out, feeling each other's bodies and trying to mix up the stuff we knew about sex so that each of us had one orgasm each day, that we didn't get bored, and that we always appreciated each other as real lovers and never a quick way to get off. I think that's why we're still lovers and best friends now that we're seventeen.
Finally the weekend of Pride was upon us. I don't know if any of us had thought about it or even gone past it in a car till that year. It was only April when Betty had convinced us boys that we were bisexual. Getting each other off seemed different than wearing the label "Bi" till that day.
Secretly, the way I felt when I got my ass pounded made me afraid that maybe I was gay and I just loved Betty out of friendship, but I was too scared to think about that, much less share it with another person. The fact that I was coming with Betty most days told me that being bisexual was easiest to live with.
That Friday after we'd lounged and gotten lunch and all three had gotten off, I told Betty and Bill that I wanted to get some money from my bank before Pride.
"What bank?", Bill asked, as if it was any of his business.
"Mayflower.", I answered.
"I want to come with you. I need to take some out of my account." Bill said.
Betty added, "My account's there. I'll come too".
I thought there was something funny about this. "More people should get together for sex and go to the bank."
We cleaned up and got dressed and walked to Mayflower. I took out a hundred; I don't know how much Bill and Betty took out.
Betty's house was closest, so we went there to enjoy the A/C. She got some Advocacy Center flyers from her room, including one about Pride.
"There's bands, but I've never heard of any of them. I think the headliner had a couple of hits in the eighties," Betty said, looking at the flyer.
"I hope it isn't all gay old people", I said.
Bill said, "It shouldn't be that bad. Remember the mix at the Harvey Milk movie? And the kids working on posters."
"What do you want out of it?", asked Betty.
"I thought it was your idea," I responded without thinking, then I thought about it. "Ignore that. I do want to go. It's not just the three of us, is it? Betty, your Mom had sex with you, our dads pounded us, and my parents are swingers. I wonder if half the people in town have someting going on. Imagine the people that wanted to do freaky stuff but are afraid to admit it. I want to see who we already know that goes to Pride."
Bill had something to say, too, "Last year when I learned stuff in the college library I didn't know if we'd be having sex in six weeks or if it would take till we were eighteen. Here we are, not even sixteen yet, and we've done more than I could've imagined. I didn't even think I was bi, and now I'm out to myself and my parents. What I want to get from Pride is, is what we've done everything, or is there more stuff we could be trying. I'm not bored with sex, in fact it's a blast with you two, but I'm afraid of being bored in six months or a year."
I thought about what Bill said. It was a little scary but Pride seemed like a good place to get answers. I just had one more question. "Betty, what do you want to get out of Pride?"
Betty grinned. "Leather and toys." She had our attention. "I did leatherworking in fifth grade and a little in middle school. Soft stuff. A vest with big beads on it that I wore at camp and never again. Can I make a harness for the dildo you made me, Bill? I can't make anything like that, so if I can't learn how to make one I want to buy one."
Bill was as confused as me. "Harness for the dildo?"
Betty looked impatient. "If a girl wants a dick, to fuck her boyfriend or another girl, she needs to take a dildo and wear it like a penis, right? The thing that straps the dildo to the girl is called a harness. I guess some are leather and some are a kind of plastic or rubber. I don't know anything about them, so I want to learn at Pride..."
Betty wasn't finished but Bill interrupted her, "I've never heard of a harness, and I've never heard of a girl fucking a boy."
I wasn't ready for her to continue, either. "With this thing you're talking about, you're saying that you could fuck us in the ass?"
Betty couldn't wait to go on. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. I thought you two would've heard of it already", she took in a breath and continued, "I measured your dicks back in April. We're fifteen years old. In a year, your dicks will be bigger, and in two years they'll be much bigger. The dildos will still be the size of a fiteen year-old's dick. That won't cut it forever. I also don't know if the dildos we have will work with a leather harness."
We all sat quiet for a couple of minutes absorbing this.
Bill finally said, "It sounds like we will have plenty to do at Pride tomorrow."
We all French kissed and got some feels before Bill and I went home for the evening.