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Chapter XXVI – Between a Blonde and a Brunette, I Pick Them Both! (I do not own Love Romances. based on Love Romances , No.102, Marvel , November 1962)

Sometimes one is not enough, one writer once said. If one is talking about women, you bet its truth that one woman is not enough for some men to survive. I am a perfect example of how what I am saying fits.

Molly Cooper and Deborah Syndergaard are the women who my heart proudly beats. Yep, I do have two women for love. I do not see myself as lucky or a boor because of having two ladies, it just happened and my life wouldn’t be good without them. Even if this made me pass for some troubles.

Molly is a nice brunette I met during a party. Right away sparks flew, as she was my kind of woman. Sweet, tender, strong willed, independent. You know, the kind of ‘modern girl’ everybody wants. Because of that, our relationship didn’t blossomed fast, as she wanted us to know each other before getting a more serious kind of commitment to each other.

When that happened, everything has been nice from now on. At bed, she is wonderful, the woman that makes any guy hit the roof during pleasure times. I will admit here she is not the ‘wild girl’, the one who is up for everything. But ones what she does, that isn’t just the trivial, is enough for us to be happy. And that’s enough!

But, as I said it early, having one is not enough… I was quite happy with monogamous life for these last two years, but then there was Deborah, a stunning blonde of the bombshell kind, lusted by many men and known for being a bit ‘outside the box thinker’ at sexual matters. This is the other lady in my life and time to tell her story for you.

Deborah always went to the parties Molly and I were, as we had friends in common, who introduced us to her. Unlike with Molly, my relationship with Deborah got steamier right off the bat. The same week we first met, we were having sex at her place.

She is completely different from Molly in that way. She does almost everything that my main girl doesn’t. When I mean almost everything, you can name one thing and I’ll nod in agreement on how that blonde vixen is.

Then I had the best of both worlds. Molly, the girl next door kind, the girl a man is meant to marry, who cares about your men and does the best to make him happy. Then, there is Deborah, this woman who come from out of nowhere and rocked my world and took over the control of my cock.

And why to have two women? Complicated to explain, but sure I can try to. Both were the two kinds of women that I cherished the most, one completely the antithesis of the other. One who was content to do what she liked the most, rarely venturing on adventurous actions. The other, totally wild and always there when needed to do something outside of the box.

Was like that I kept those two, the hardest part being that I had to not let any learn about the other. I always tried to book my dates with Deborah when the ‘official girl’ was away or trying to do it during the times I should be away (like at work or doing personal stuff). And I tried to keep my cool closer to Deborah while Molly and I were together at parties and stuff.

But I guess you want to know why the hell I am talking about them and not offering you any action for you to fantasize about. Then it’s time for me to tell perhaps the trickiest story of my entire life so far: how Molly and Deborah made me choose between them.

Eventually, word spread out and those malicious tongues ended up making the girls learn about each other. But instead of throwing me out, they decided to pretty much live in some sort of ‘bigamy’ with me. But there was enough pressure for me to decide with whom I had to stay. And the problem was, I could not decide who I should take…

“Mike, you gotta pick. Or Deborah or I?”

“You must decide between Molly and me, Mike! It’s about time to come to decision”

I could not. Molly and Deborah had everything a man wants in a woman. Molly was gentle, kind, sweet, romantic, gorgeous, understanding… Nearly everything you can think about the stereotype of the‘good wife’ she had. Deborah, on the other way, was the complete opposite of this stereotype. She is naughty, wild, carefree, valued her liberty over all, didn’t like to get totally attached to anything. The two things people look in women and I had them all to myself.

The risk of losing one when picking the other wasn’t what I wanted. I feared that, if I picked one, I would miss everything I got from the other one and vice-versa. I had no condition to choose between Molly and Deborah. There wasn’t other solution than having to talk with them and inform my view. I delayed it until I couldn’t, but I found out there wasn’t other answer…

One particular night, I called both girls. And I had to expose my feelings about that issue and to tell them what was my decision about the ordeal.

“Girls. I called you here because I wanted to talk about our issue”

“It was about time, Mike! It’s been four months that you are trying to fool us about that shit!”

“We are eager to know who of us you did chose”

“Actually, that was the subject I was about to talk with you girls. Please, take a seat girls”

“So, who are the one you are going to choose: Molly or me?”

“Well… I have to say that I like you both. You two are the women of my life, I love the way you two are and all the things in between. You, Molly, you are the woman of my dreams, the one who lights up my life, the one I always wanted to marry… and you Deborah, you are the woman I always wanted on bed, the one that I love to sleep with the most, the one I love to be with when doing different things… you two I love and this is a hard choice I have to do”

“Stop fooling and tell us who are the one you chose, Mike!”

“Yeah! Stop acting like a fuck and end this shit. I came here because I think I should be the one”

“Well, I am the one, Molly. Do you listen how he told that he loved to fuck me?”

“But, Deborah, he said he wanted to marry me”

“Girls… please…stop! Okay, here I’ll give you what I think… Well, the truth is… I cannot pick with who I want to be”

“Excuse me?”

“I cannot lie or pretend. I am complexly without any possibility to choose between one of the two. I can’t, I just can’t pick you Molly or you Deborah. I just can’t, period. That’s it”

“What the hell are you talking about, Mike?”

“How you can’t choose between one and the other. You spent four whole months thinking and now you are backing it out of the deal?”
“Wait a minute, girls. I am not backing out of any deal. I just can’t choose between one girl and the other. If I have to choose, I choose to be with you both”

“What do you mean, Mike?”

“I want to have you two, together. The two of you sharing me. I can’t decide who I want, I can’t, it’s impossible for me to decide. The only option I have is to let you share me. I can’t be without any of you, you two complete each other in so many ways”

“I don’t understand. How do you want us to share you?”

“It’s not impossible. We can find a way, but please, I do not want to live without you two. I love you both. Molly, Deborah… I love you the same amount, you two are the women I most care in my whole life besides my mother. Don’t want to leave you. Please understand what I am saying to do”

“Do you mean, you want to keep both of us?”

“Yes. I do. I will understand if you two don’t, it’s your decision. I will understand anything you two decide about our fate”

It wasn’t actually a plea to have them both, but I didn’t want to see any of the girls leave. Maybe that kinda convinced them to decide to go to my option, even if, to them, they expected to be picked as the solo lady.

“Well, I don’t know if this going to work, but I think we can work it to try it out. I love you Mike, and I do not want to leave you”

“Well, Deborah is right. I think this is too much to pass. Myself I am too attached to you and I won’t let you go. And since you can’t leave any of us…”

“So this means that we can make it as a try out?”

“Well, we’ve been sharing you for a while. It doesn’t hurt to make it as official, I guess”

“You don’t know how much this means to me. I would feel bad if I had to choose just one. Forgive me, but it’s how the things has to be to me”

“We aren’t angry with you. We just now have to know how to do this properly. Like how can we both share you, Mike?”

“I have an idea, ladies. But I don’t know if you two will agree with me”

Unzip my trousers and show my cock was all what I could do to show the idea. Deborah and Molly just looked at it, at each other and nodded before they took off her clothes and jumped on me like they missed me for about a year or so. And this is how they began to share me.

It was a very peculiar day. Stuff I never could imagine that would happen were unfolding right in front of my years. The first thing was to see a side of Molly I never could imagine it existed. She fucked me like she never did our entire relationship. Never. She sucked my dick, something she did it rarely, and allowed me to do her ass, a thing that was even rarer than blowjobs. I don’t know what it happened that day, but guess she wanted to show Deborah that she could be up to her game.

Deborah also had some trick on her bag, as she wanted to feel how is to do it like a ‘normal woman’. So I decided to do her only in the missionary position. We never ever had did sex as such, since she hated to do like ‘the others’. But she wanted to show me she could do as good as Molly was and so we did. It was amazing, I have to speak, she could perfectly behave as the ‘model wife’ in bed and Molly could be the ‘slut’ at the bed.

The best thing, however, was when I decided to pick the two at the same time! Gosh, it was like a dream come true, something that, months ago, was nearly impossible for me to get. And there was myself having sex with two women at the same time, the two women I love the most.

It was quite an adventure, myself was curious to see how it would go. And went it out nice, the two women sucked my dick, took turns to fill their holes with my cock. Perhaps the biggest surprise was Molly and Deborah getting it on with each other! Yes, the two women decided to sort it out how they would be if they got it by each other. Nd I have to admit those two seemed to knew they wanted. I was aghast to see how Molly licked pussy and how Deborah loved to please a girl just like she pleased me.

And this is how Molly and Deborah began to share me for good. We have some sort of schedule where we know the days and times where one stays with me and also the times where we can be the three of us together. Why choose if you can pick both?
Chapter XXVI – Between a Blonde and a Brunette, I Pick Them Both! (based on Love Romances , No.102, Marvel , November 1962)

Sometimes one is not enough, one writer once said. If one is talking about women, you bet its truth that one woman is not enough for some men to survive. I am a perfect example of how what I am saying fits.

Molly Cooper and Deborah Syndergaard are the women who my heart proudly beats. Yep, I do have two women for love. I do not see myself as lucky or a boor because of having two ladies, it just happened and my life wouldn’t be good without them. Even if this made me pass for some troubles.

Molly is a nice brunette I met during a party. Right away sparks flew, as she was my kind of woman. Sweet, tender, strong willed, independent. You know, the kind of ‘modern girl’ everybody wants. Because of that, our relationship didn’t blossomed fast, as she wanted us to know each other before getting a more serious kind of commitment to each other.

When that happened, everything has been nice from now on. At bed, she is wonderful, the woman that makes any guy hit the roof during pleasure times. I will admit here she is not the ‘wild girl’, the one who is up for everything. But ones what she does, that isn’t just the trivial, is enough for us to be happy. And that’s enough!

But, as I said it early, having one is not enough… I was quite happy with monogamous life for these last two years, but then there was Deborah, a stunning blonde of the bombshell kind, lusted by many men and known for being a bit ‘outside the box thinker’ at sexual matters. This is the other lady in my life and time to tell her story for you.

Deborah always went to the parties Molly and I were, as we had friends in common, who introduced us to her. Unlike with Molly, my relationship with Deborah got steamier right off the bat. The same week we first met, we were having sex at her place.

She is completely different from Molly in that way. She does almost everything that my main girl doesn’t. When I mean almost everything, you can name one thing and I’ll nod in agreement on how that blonde vixen is.

Then I had the best of both worlds. Molly, the girl next door kind, the girl a man is meant to marry, who cares about your men and does the best to make him happy. Then, there is Deborah, this woman who come from out of nowhere and rocked my world and took over the control of my cock.

And why to have two women? Complicated to explain, but sure I can try to. Both were the two kinds of women that I cherished the most, one completely the antithesis of the other. One who was content to do what she liked the most, rarely venturing on adventurous actions. The other, totally wild and always there when needed to do something outside of the box.

Was like that I kept those two, the hardest part being that I had to not let any learn about the other. I always tried to book my dates with Deborah when the ‘official girl’ was away or trying to do it during the times I should be away (like at work or doing personal stuff). And I tried to keep my cool closer to Deborah while Molly and I were together at parties and stuff.

But I guess you want to know why the hell I am talking about them and not offering you any action for you to fantasize about. Then it’s time for me to tell perhaps the trickiest story of my entire life so far: how Molly and Deborah made me choose between them.

Eventually, word spread out and those malicious tongues ended up making the girls learn about each other. But instead of throwing me out, they decided to pretty much live in some sort of ‘bigamy’ with me. But there was enough pressure for me to decide with whom I had to stay. And the problem was, I could not decide who I should take…

“Mike, you gotta pick. Or Deborah or I?”

“You must decide between Molly and me, Mike! It’s about time to come to decision”

I could not. Molly and Deborah had everything a man wants in a woman. Molly was gentle, kind, sweet, romantic, gorgeous, understanding… Nearly everything you can think about the stereotype of the‘good wife’ she had. Deborah, on the other way, was the complete opposite of this stereotype. She is naughty, wild, carefree, valued her liberty over all, didn’t like to get totally attached to anything. The two things people look in women and I had them all to myself.

The risk of losing one when picking the other wasn’t what I wanted. I feared that, if I picked one, I would miss everything I got from the other one and vice-versa. I had no condition to choose between Molly and Deborah. There wasn’t other solution than having to talk with them and inform my view. I delayed it until I couldn’t, but I found out there wasn’t other answer…

One particular night, I called both girls. And I had to expose my feelings about that issue and to tell them what was my decision about the ordeal.

“Girls. I called you here because I wanted to talk about our issue”

“It was about time, Mike! It’s been four months that you are trying to fool us about that shit!”

“We are eager to know who of us you did chose”

“Actually, that was the subject I was about to talk with you girls. Please, take a seat girls”

“So, who are the one you are going to choose: Molly or me?”

“Well… I have to say that I like you both. You two are the women of my life, I love the way you two are and all the things in between. You, Molly, you are the woman of my dreams, the one who lights up my life, the one I always wanted to marry… and you Deborah, you are the woman I always wanted on bed, the one that I love to sleep with the most, the one I love to be with when doing different things… you two I love and this is a hard choice I have to do”

“Stop fooling and tell us who are the one you chose, Mike!”

“Yeah! Stop acting like a fuck and end this shit. I came here because I think I should be the one”

“Well, I am the one, Molly. Do you listen how he told that he loved to fuck me?”

“But, Deborah, he said he wanted to marry me”

“Girls… please…stop! Okay, here I’ll give you what I think… Well, the truth is… I cannot pick with who I want to be”

“Excuse me?”

“I cannot lie or pretend. I am complexly without any possibility to choose between one of the two. I can’t, I just can’t pick you Molly or you Deborah. I just can’t, period. That’s it”

“What the hell are you talking about, Mike?”

“How you can’t choose between one and the other. You spent four whole months thinking and now you are backing it out of the deal?”
“Wait a minute, girls. I am not backing out of any deal. I just can’t choose between one girl and the other. If I have to choose, I choose to be with you both”

“What do you mean, Mike?”

“I want to have you two, together. The two of you sharing me. I can’t decide who I want, I can’t, it’s impossible for me to decide. The only option I have is to let you share me. I can’t be without any of you, you two complete each other in so many ways”

“I don’t understand. How do you want us to share you?”

“It’s not impossible. We can find a way, but please, I do not want to live without you two. I love you both. Molly, Deborah… I love you the same amount, you two are the women I most care in my whole life besides my mother. Don’t want to leave you. Please understand what I am saying to do”

“Do you mean, you want to keep both of us?”

“Yes. I do. I will understand if you two don’t, it’s your decision. I will understand anything you two decide about our fate”

It wasn’t actually a plea to have them both, but I didn’t want to see any of the girls leave. Maybe that kinda convinced them to decide to go to my option, even if, to them, they expected to be picked as the solo lady.

“Well, I don’t know if this going to work, but I think we can work it to try it out. I love you Mike, and I do not want to leave you”

“Well, Deborah is right. I think this is too much to pass. Myself I am too attached to you and I won’t let you go. And since you can’t leave any of us…”

“So this means that we can make it as a try out?”

“Well, we’ve been sharing you for a while. It doesn’t hurt to make it as official, I guess”

“You don’t know how much this means to me. I would feel bad if I had to choose just one. Forgive me, but it’s how the things has to be to me”

“We aren’t angry with you. We just now have to know how to do this properly. Like how can we both share you, Mike?”

“I have an idea, ladies. But I don’t know if you two will agree with me”

Unzip my trousers and show my cock was all what I could do to show the idea. Deborah and Molly just looked at it, at each other and nodded before they took off her clothes and jumped on me like they missed me for about a year or so. And this is how they began to share me.

It was a very peculiar day. Stuff I never could imagine that would happen were unfolding right in front of my years. The first thing was to see a side of Molly I never could imagine it existed. She fucked me like she never did our entire relationship. Never. She sucked my dick, something she did it rarely, and allowed me to do her ass, a thing that was even rarer than blowjobs. I don’t know what it happened that day, but guess she wanted to show Deborah that she could be up to her game.

Deborah also had some trick on her bag, as she wanted to feel how is to do it like a ‘normal woman’. So I decided to do her only in the missionary position. We never ever had did sex as such, since she hated to do like ‘the others’. But she wanted to show me she could do as good as Molly was and so we did. It was amazing, I have to speak, she could perfectly behave as the ‘model wife’ in bed and Molly could be the ‘slut’ at the bed.

The best thing, however, was when I decided to pick the two at the same time! Gosh, it was like a dream come true, something that, months ago, was nearly impossible for me to get. And there was myself having sex with two women at the same time, the two women I love the most.

It was quite an adventure, myself was curious to see how it would go. And went it out nice, the two women sucked my dick, took turns to fill their holes with my cock. Perhaps the biggest surprise was Molly and Deborah getting it on with each other! Yes, the two women decided to sort it out how they would be if they got it by each other. Nd I have to admit those two seemed to knew they wanted. I was aghast to see how Molly licked pussy and how Deborah loved to please a girl just like she pleased me.

And this is how Molly and Deborah began to share me for good. We have some sort of schedule where we know the days and times where one stays with me and also the times where we can be the three of us together. Why choose if you can pick both?
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