“Do it, baby, do it! Show ’er what you been holdin’ back! Show it to her!” Brazil pressed me.

That woman was crazy, but it all worked. Andrea tightened up and let loose right before I did. Brazil held onto my back for dear life and sucked my earlobe.

Andrea moaned, “Oooh, Terrance, Terrance, Terrance!”

She sounded like she was crying, as if I had broken something inside of her. I felt heat pouring through my body like the condom had popped. So I became nervous and couldn’t wait to pull out to make sure the rubber was still on and in one piece. All the while, Brazil continued to kiss my back and grind my ass like a gay man.

I pulled back from her and said, “Hold on, hold on,” so I could withdraw from Andrea and check the condom.

I pulled out and looked down, and it was still in one piece.

Whew! That was close! I told myself. I didn’t need any more complications with Andrea. Although I had missed the sex, I didn’t quite know where we were headed. Getting her pregnant again without more direction would have been insane.

Brazil finally slid from my back and joined Andrea in bed for a cuddle.

“Are you okay, baby?” she asked her. Andrea looked exhausted and sweated out. Her wet hair was a mess all over her head. I hadn’t even noticed how much I was sweating until I looked down at my chest. With Brazil riding me like she did, three lustful bodies had definitely built up too much heat. No wonder I felt such a strong heat flash.

“I’m okay,” Andrea told her lady friend between breaths. She was still trying to suck up enough air to recuperate.

I looked down at the two of them naked in bed, and I realized that the only thing I had going for me in romance over the caring, gentle touch of a woman was a big, bad dick. My dick meant everything. And if a girl didn’t want one, then what else did she want from a man; his wallet? Well, they had gotten both.

I actually sat there and thought about that. A good dick and money was all every woman wanted, then they could all crawl up and hug each other for love and support. I sat there and thought about all kinds of crazy shit like that. What if I got both of those women pregnant at the same time? Could that actually happen? Could my sperm be strong enough to impregnate two women with one big nut? Could I fuck every set of girlfriends in America? Could they all be turned out for the right dick and the right dollar? Like Rachel had told me, they all had to fuck somebody, unless they weren’t fucking at all.

Brazil finally broke me out of my daze when she asked me, “What in the world are you thinking about?”

I guess she could read the confusion on my face.