Schooling And Learning, Part I free porn video

“The bush leaguer’s here, I see.” Phil smirked until I retorted, “Yep, hilt-deep in more bush than Michael Jordan.”

“Liar as well as a piker.”

“The word is spiker, as in what I do to your…oh, never mind. You’re too young.”

Phil had taken an instant dislike to me our first day in the lab, and I soon returned it with interest. He was cocky, smart, and attractive, but knowing him long left you feeling that there was something vital missing at his core. He treated me like a low-grade threat our first two years, but recently he had gotten downright vicious.

Suddenly the reason walked up to us.

“Lovely as ever, Dr. Chang,” he said.

“Simply stunning,” I added.

“As I told you earlier, I am simply Lucy now. Consider it a privilege of defending and use it wisely.” She smiled stunningly, and my heart raced as my belly churned. I glanced over at Phil and saw a goofy look on his face that would have been charming if he weren’t so eaten up with himself.

I gladly returned to look at her evening dress, a shapely black satin construction that fell from a bit above her nipples down to her knees, and the scarf she had draped over her shoulders. She looked up into my eyes with obvious amusement and something else I wanted to read as reciprocated desire, though I wasn’t stupid or brave enough to think it was a desire to requite the love for her that I had fallen headfirst into during my second week in her lab.

She had taken each of the new guys and gals to lunch individually to get to know us better, and we had hit it off immediately. In the course of an hour, she went from a prosaic if attractive middle-aged Chinese woman to an intensely desirable, deeply cultured woman with a wry and dry sense of humor. I did my best to avoid following her around like a puppy, but she doubtless sensed my attraction to her and seemed, alas, quite amused by the thought of it.

Phil and I each hit on a small but pregnant possibility and were allowed to run the necessary experiments. We often glared at each other late at night or early in the morning in the labs and often made digs at each other’s expense, but our ugly looks didn’t cause the evil eye for our experiments and we wrapped up our work at much the same time. We defended the same week and immediately gave short talks noticed by few at a conference that would have been a choice target for terrorists eager to kill off half the field. We were now being treated to a congratulatory dinner—together, of course, just the three of us, because Fate is a sick and twisted bitch with a cruel, cruel sense of humor, or else some other woman had a sense of humor as sharp as a knife edge.

“Shall we have a drink?” she asked.

We nodded and she took each of us by the arm, leading us while acting as if being led to a bar with a dark table in one corner. We had an hour until our reservations and the bar was mostly empty and quiet, only some music playing, and after she ordered for each of us she cocked her head and listened. “What is that?”

I listened and was in luck. “Bill Evans.” She pursed her lips in pleased surprise as Phil glared daggers at me, which together made me add, “I think it’s ‘The Peacocks.’ From his last album. Then he died.”

“Oh dear,” Lucy said with a moue.

Phil somehow snatched a draw from his imminent defeat and said with a competitive cast to his brow, “But that was what he wanted, wasn’t it?”

A little surprised he knew anything outside his own ass, I replied, “He was a mess, yeah, drugs and disease, and then his brother died and he just seems to have given up.”

“Hard to hear that in the music,” Lucy said quietly. “It goes its own gracious way.”

Phil opened his only tin of potted Chinese culture and said, “But the way that he expressed was not the real way.”

Lucy blinked in surprise but not, I suspected, pleasure, and I replied to help him onto his own face, “I learned from the Old Master that the way that cannot be expressed is the real way, but if that is what the Old Master meant, then why did he write 5,000 words to say it?”

Phil glowered in confusion, and Lucy patted his arm. “It’s baby poetry. I think I learned it in fourth grade.”

I managed not to laugh at the stiletto she had stuck between his ribs, mostly because the stiletto’s second edge was equally sharp and could easily slice me to the quick as well, and I thanked my lucky stars I had checked a few books out of the library a few months before to follow up some comments Lucy had made.

For the next hour, we continued to spar like peacocks for her delectation, and by the time it came time for our reservation we had each had two drinks. I was feeling benevolent even towards Phil, while he seemed to have swallowed his embarrassment and was almost strutting. Lucy took our arms as we stood on each side of her, her coiffed hair at the height of our shoulders. I had glanced down as her breast settled in the crook of my arm, and I continued looking. As the black fabric of her dress was intricately patterned, it was only from the top that I could see her erect nipple pushed urgently against the front. Beyond it, her right breast showed its own nipple erect in silhouette against Phil’s arm.

We walked to a smaller bank of elevators, Lucy having seen the crowds that usually took the main elevators, that skipped the room floors and went to the restaurant on the top floor. It was still early and the hotel seemed fairly empty, so we had an elevator all to ourselves. We stood there subjected to a mediocre string quartet playing…ZZ Top?!? I shook my head and caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye again of her beguiling breast and gave myself over to the beauty of the sight. I heard Lucy chuckle; I looked up and followed her gaze straight ahead, and she smiled in the reflective metal of the elevator door at, I realized, both of us staring at her breasts. When her eyes had caught both of ours, she winked and blew a kiss. Suddenly the lights went out, the crappy rip-off of crappy muzak died, and she shivered in the deafening silence of our pitch-black cave.

“Let me check…” I started.

She tightened her arm and whispered, “No, stay.” She seemed unaccountably frightened, so I stayed beside her.

After a minute she said, “The power doesn’t seem to be coming back soon.”

“Probably completely out throughout the building,” Phil replied. “You’d think emergency lights would have come on.”

“Very odd,” I agreed.

“I should check the buttons…”

Lucy shuddered and said, “No, stay with me.”

I felt her left hand take mine, and from the way her arm within mine shifted, I guessed she had taken Phil’s hand with her left. She tightened the grip of her arm on mine in such a way as to push my forearm into her breast, and she said quietly, “Someone might ravish me.”

I said, “We won’t let that happen.”

“I wasn’t worried about anyone else,” she chuckled.

“You’re safe with us,” Phil replied.

“I wasn’t suggesting it would be a bad thing.” We stood in silence at that and she soon continued, “The way you two devour me with your eyes… like wolves…It’s really a remarkable opportunity, when you think about it. The universe telling me something.” After a moment she continued, “I might not even have to choose.”

I reached up to cup her cheek, and she whispered, “Remember, both of you are committed to a silence as deep as this darkness.” We agreed and she said with an evident smile in her voice, “Now take me.”

I tilted her jaw up and covered her mouth with my own, finally giving her the kiss I had dreamed of for over a year, and she sucked my tongue into her mouth and then thrust hers into mine. I reached down and found both of her breasts were already cupped in Phil’s grabby squeezy hands, and he let me take one as he reached lower.

Her arms snaked around my neck as she responded to our caresses, her erect nipples between our fingertips. I heard her lower hem lifting and suddenly Phil gasped; she said, “You like it?”

“No panties?”

“I had my expectations for tonight. They’ve been exceeded already.”

We chuckled. Suddenly I heard a zipper open and Lucy was pulled from my arms as something settled onto the floor. She pulled me to her, face at the level of my crotch, as the sounds of her body settling on cloth filled the darkness. As she unzipped me, I felt her body being pushed against me, and Lucy chuckled, “You have absolutely no patience!”

“You drive me insane with desire,” Phil replied, and she groaned as her body was pushed hard against my legs. She groaned again as Phil exclaimed, “My God, you’re so wet already.”

Suddenly my cock was enveloped by the wet tightness of her mouth. She didn’t play with my cock or tease it but opened wide and took me deep inside. With each squish of her fluids when Phil thrust into her, her mouth was pushed all the way onto my cock, causing another squish of fluids around my own cock. Soon she had taken me fully into her throat, the exquisite sensation of the pulsings of her mouth and throat combining with my shaft sliding in and out of her mouth as Phil used her vigorously to push me over the edge soon after Phil’s bellows quickened to a near scream.

Her body slammed back and forth against me almost like an unbalanced washing machine. The moaning in her throat as she came was too much for me, and I reached down to tangle my fingers in her hair, holding my beloved’s head in place as if I owned it, and shot fast and hard down her gullet as she swallowed me greedily.

I collapsed to sit against the wall as she reached down to stroke me. I heard her stroke something else with her other hand, and she chuckled, “You’re both already ready for me again! I am in luck tonight!” I heard her turn around and reached up to feel her thighs and up to her ass, then forward to feel her sodden lips, and she lowered herself and guided me inside her. As she settled her cum-slick cunt easily onto me, I heard Phil groan amid the wet noises of her mouth.

As I was the one inside her belly this time, it lasted longer and was a little slower. I caressed her body as she worked Phil steadily, circling her hips as I thrust up into her. I had fantasized that if she ever gave herself to me, we would make love slowly and romantically for hours, slow languorous strokes like waves lapping a beach, but she clearly had other preferences, and in the storm of her passion I tried to remain rock hard and steady like a lighthouse amid her waves.

After a few minutes, Phil groaned, “God, you’re the best cocksucker ever,” and I reached up to feel his hands gripping her head firmly as he pummeled her throat, her gagging almost inaudible under his pre-orgasmic groans. Suddenly their motion stopped and he moaned, “Swallow me, girl! Take every drop!”

I thought she would have been offended, but the way he used her seemed to push her over the edge, and as her cunt spasmed a rush of her fluid and Phil’s sperm into my lap, I thrust up, my hands holding her plump waist, and despite my best efforts to hold off, my sperm shot off spontaneously inside the belly I had dreamed of for so long, filling her with my juice as the thought filled my mind that I was washing Phil’s juice out of her. With that thought I redoubled my efforts, fucking her as hard as Phil had fucked her face, and as he pulled away and softened, her orgasm lasted at least half a minute longer.

She turned and pulled my mouth to hers, and as she forced the taste of Phil’s cum into my mouth, she fucked my mouth with her tongue. I played with her breasts as she stroked Phil, and soon she said, “Are you two man enough to do me again? Do you have enough cum?”

We both nearly shouted yes, and she chuckled and said, “Do me twice more just like that and you might be worth letting in me again.”

Phil pulled her from me and posed her like an action figure on her hands and knees as she gasped in what could have been offense or passion, probably both, and I felt her run her hands down my thighs to my cock and lower her head to take me inside her mouth before I had wilted completely. Ordinarily, I would have needed time to recover, but Phil was rampant and insatiable and I knew for my own self-respect, or at least self-pride, I had to keep up with him. I let myself think every thought I had censored before of skilled, mysterious Chinese courtesans pleasuring American tourists, pure sex and pure power relations in place of respect and love, and I hardened fully in the time it took her to bob five strokes. I imagined her in the red and gold cheongsam I had seen her in once at a Lunar New Year’s celebration as she knelt before me with only one thought on her mind—draining the cum out of me like a well-paid, perfectly coiffed professional eager only for my complete pleasure and satisfaction.

Sick at heart and besotted in my mind’s eye, now that I was hard I focused on the here and now of her mouth and hand, feeling her hair gliding between my fingers before caressing her jaw and ear as she enjoyed us in the darkness. The air was filled with her scent and the sounds of pistons in lubricant, our sex stripped down to the sensory minimum and its animalistic core. Above all, her mouth was more skilled than any I had ever been invited into before, her tongue and lips and fingers seeming to know exactly what I needed at any second. More than that, she seemed avid for my pleasure, eager to drain me, not for money but for affection, or at least out of pride and lust, and I only held out for three minutes before giving myself over to the sensations she was causing in me.

Even so, I lasted two minutes longer than Phil, who had stayed stock still before the flag dropped, then he went from 0 to 120 in two seconds and sped down the Autobahn for one minute more before spilling his load with a scream. Even so, the last few thrusts sufficed to push Lucy yet again over the edge, causing her to neglect me for thirty seconds before devoting all her efforts to pleasuring me. I came fast and hard and sighed happily as I heard the gulps of each swallow.

She pulled us up to sit on each side of her and, after kissing Phil and making him gag with, I guessed, my last spurt shot into his mouth like I had shot it into hers, she caught her breath between us as she skillfully played with our softening rods. Again the image of her dressed, and then undressing, in every erotic trope of chinoiserie filled my mind and I hardened yet again, then I remembered it was Lucy giving herself to me eagerly and I hardened even more. Phil pulled her head down so she could pleasure him one last time in her mouth, and I shifted her so that I could enter her again from behind, and this time we took our leisure for a full six minutes or so, until Phil’s orgasm shot up into her and called forth our own. With each spasming thrust, I imagined my cum douching his out of her, replacing the unsatisfactory seed of his loins with the finest a man had ever produced.

She had sat up and made me taste Phil’s cum as we necked and he snored when the lights came on and the tinny processed music substitute came over the speakers, and we hurriedly stood and zipped up; I had just enough time to see her brown nipples on her perfectly sized tan breasts before we zipped her up and she smoothed her dress down, and in less than a minute reached the top floor and the doors opened to an unhappy crowd of rich people pissed at having to share a power outage with commoners like us.

We strutted out with an aura of mystery as they scowled and pushed us aside, and we laughed as the elevator refused to move until one of them lightened the load and waited for the next trip. She led us arm in arm to our table and led a perfectly innocent dinner celebrating our deeds, the academic ones spoken and the sexual ones unacknowledged, and after dessert and coffee, she said, “I need to hit the sack now. I trust you two will have breakfast with me in my room?” We nodded and she said, “Good. We have much to discuss. There are some intriguing avenues of research we need to explore, and I need all hands on dick…I mean deck…[her wicked smile made it clear the misspeaking was no mistake] to make it work. So get some rest, because you’ll have a lot to do starting tomorrow.”

We nodded without trusting ourselves to speak, and after giving us her room number and a time, she smiled good night at us and left. Phil smirked and winked at me, but I turned away and went to my room without waiting to listen to him bragging about himself, putting me down, and expressing satisfaction at taking a lover who deserved so much better, like me, and far better than he deserved. After showering I fell immediately to sleep and woke up refreshed, and Phil and I were at her door at the same time.

She opened the door in a smile and a silk robe, and we sat around the table and ate a quick breakfast she had had sent up. Her manner was precise, formal, and a perfect model of control like our first day in her lab; we fell in with it and passed an enjoyable meal.

When room service had taken the leavings and dishes away, she pulled out a bottle of expensive scotch and looked at both of us appraisingly. I looked into her deep brown eyes, the lines at their corners wrinkling with amusement, and then examined her body wrapped demurely in blue silk as she pondered Phil.

“I’m glad to see both of you again after last night,” she smiled. “It felt like the start of something grand. But I want something grander than you two might expect.” She poured each of us a small scotch and toasted us, “To my two new men…but will they ever reach paradise in me again?”

She watched us appraisingly as I toasted, “To the finest woman in my life,” followed by Phil’s “To the most precious jewel of China.” She pondered a moment, then took a small sip looking at Phil and a larger swallow, it seemed, when looking into my eyes.

She sat back and said, “I’m well aware both of you have been wanting me for some time now. I’m aware you both masturbate late at night in the lab to videos of Chinese women, most of whom look somewhat like me. I’m truly flattered. I know you two want more. I might want more too. However…”

She poured another glass for herself and took a sip. “I loved how proud you two were as we went our separate ways last night at finally getting to use my body. Twice each in my mouth, and twice each in my valley. It was an extraordinary effort, acting out all your hottest dreams, finally quenching your lust in, to be quite blunt, a plain, drab, tenured Chinese woman close to twice your age. If the word got out, you two would be heroes, studs, cocks of the walk. Me, I’d be cast aside like a rag, pumped full of cum and discarded like a cheap whore.”

We stared as she sat there glancing at her drink, then at each of us. “Don’t bother protesting. I don’t care to hear it. I only know what can happen.”

After another sip she smiled, “Also, I love the thought of two young men who will do anything to have me. Anything. I haven’t had any sex with anyone but my right hand since my divorce, and all the things I’ve thought and read and watched since then have given me a very dirty mind. And so…” After a pause, she continued, “I’ll gladly take both of you again, and again and again, but it must be a fully equal partnership. Understand? I performed wonderfully for you last night. Now you perform for me.”

Phil and I looked at each other, and I knew I would do anything she asked if it gave me the chance to make love to her again. I nodded, “Agreed.” After Phil poured himself a stiff shot and downed it, he said, “Yes, agreed.”

She smiled, “Show me your bodies. Show me your young flesh pulsing and eager to sink into mine.”

We stripped quickly and posed as she asked, watching gimlet-eyed as she stood and teasingly slipped her robe slowly off, exposing a middle-aged plump body that to me was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. She sat in a chair facing us, her legs spread, exposing a glistening oyster just starting to peek out between her shaved outer lips, and as we hardened under her gaze she pulled out a cell phone and said, “My insurance, so no one tells tales out of school. Or, rather, in school. Now, play with each other. Make each other hard for me. Show me how much you need me. Don’t be shy now; you’ve already tasted each other’s cum, you know. Do it again, just for me.”

Phil and I looked at each other, and after a second we simultaneously grasped each other’s cocks. He was half-hard by then, me a little harder, and as Lucy filmed us she began running an index finger along the gap in her oyster shell. I went one further than her order. The feel of a cock brought back memories of my first explorations of myself, my old desires to know my cock fully, the heated dreams of taking my pleasure with another man that I had never had a chance to embrace, and I knelt before him and took his stiffening cock between my lips.

He groaned as my tongue explored his velvet-coated acorn, swelling behind my teeth as his staff stiffened to the full and pulsed with each heartbeat, little drops of precum turning into almost a regular stream as I played with his hot flesh. This was more than a key to her lock; this was a new realm of pleasure I hadn’t realized I needed to explore. I heard Lucy gasp in surprise, but I didn’t care whether she saw or not; I wanted this man inside my mouth even though I couldn’t stand the sight of his smirking face and repulsive excuse for a personality.

His cock was at least eight inches long but distinctly thinner than mine, beautifully curved and truly magnificent. It fit perfectly in my mouth and easily slid back and forth, far more of a pleasure to be around than its owner. Phil let me play with him for about three minutes, an eternity in his world, and then he grabbed my head and used my mouth as fast and hard and relentlessly as he had used Lucy’s cunt the night before—indeed, as I now realized, he used any hole he penetrated. He fucked my face and pushed into my throat, taking long swift strokes to build to a sudden massive climax.

I managed not to gag as I rode out his tempest. When the first spurt shot hot and sticky into the back of my mouth, I swallowed in haste right as the next spurt hit, and the next, six total down the hatch, evolution foiled yet again as billions upon billions of his potential babies died in my stomach rather than having even a snowball’s chance of taking root in Lucy’s womb.

I was jealous of him, as jealous as I was in love with Lucy, and at the same time, I wanted to suck him dry, give him even more pleasure than Lucy had, show him that I was the better choice for her in every realm while reveling in the lust he would exhaust in me.

I pulled away to see Lucy kneeling next to me watching me with one eye as the cell phone recorded us in front of her other. She pulled my head roughly to her and sucked my tongue into her mouth as she furiously rubbed her cunt with her left hand to a quick climax.

I lay back on the floor as she pushed Phil down to my cock. He played with me as eagerly as I had him; he too was clearly drenched in lust for a cock and set to with enthusiasm and some skill. In less than a minute he had most of my shaft in his mouth, and he suckled happily as I built to a quick climax. Lucy stared, rapt at the spectacle we were putting on for her, Phil’s fellatio filling her body with trembling pleasure.

While Phil was not a skilled as Lucy, I was too close to coming to care. Lucy squealed as she rode her fingers to another orgasm when I grabbed his head and thrust up into his welcoming mouth, and I looked down in pleasure and a feeling of victory as I made him take every sticky drop of my seed. I drained my lust into his mouth, now cocky in two senses of the word, and thought to myself, “Well, asshole, you’re actually good for something.” When he pulled away, I just sighed happily and said, “Almost as talented as Lucy.”

He grimaced and looked at her. “Have we paid your price?”

“Dear, it’s not a price, it’s a fee payable every time you enter. Get used to each other’s cock like I plan to.”

We chuckled and she spread her legs for us, watching us happily as we stared at her cleft open and juicy, then covered it with her fingers and pummeled herself mercilessly for our viewing pleasure. When she cried out, I pushed her back and thrust inside her with my resurgent cock. I penetrated her to the hilt on my first stroke and rode her mercilessly, her wet cunt squeezing tightly in response. When she came, after about three minutes of unbridled lust, I let loose inside her and felt her contractions timed almost perfectly with my spurts.

When my last spurt had drained into her, Phil pushed me off her and had seconds sloppy with my juices, just as he deserved. He finished too quickly, I saw and smiled, leaving her hanging after only a minute, and resurgent, I pushed him off and slid luxuriantly inside her.

“You need to learn to last, guy,” I taunted him, “like I’m gonna.” I looked down at her happily, the face I had so often dreamed of twisted near climax, and with a steady deep stroke pushed her soon enough over the edge, then lifted her knees to my shoulders and settled in for a long, slow ride. She smiled up at me and said, “Yes, I need it like that.”

Her soft tan body was plump as she lay across the bed, her breasts sagging a bit to the sides, and she was the most welcoming lover I had ever had. She soon matched me stroke for stroke and circled her hips to feel my cock at different angles as I plunged into her depths, the squishing of her cunt raw and loud in the quiet room. Over the next eight minutes she built steadily to the next plateau, and I bit my lip to last as she erupted again around me.

Phil stood at her head and she chuckled and helped me move her further along so her head lay off the bed, opening her throat to him as she took him inside. She worked him quickly in to the hilt, her lips buried in his pubic hair, and in amazement, I saw the bulge of his cockhead in her throat. It stayed in place and then retreated and advanced with the motions of her head until, with dull predictability, he thrust a dozen times, his head bobbing slightly in her throat, and then froze, the swallows of her throat around his pulsing bulge evoking a scream as his spurts set off the spasms of her belly that triggered my sperm arcing hot into her in another simultaneous orgasm.

Phil slowly pulled out, already half-limp and shrinking, and Lucy looked up at me as I stared at her. She suddenly smiled and said, “You’re next. And then each other again?”

I nodded and gulped and she laughed. She reached up and fondled Phil’s limp member as I sat up and surveyed her body before me, a type I considered average for any other woman but now found impossible to resist. As my juice leaked out of her well-used crotch between her splayed and sweaty thighs, I started hardening again. I got up and stood in line at her head; she chuckled at our enthusiasm and laughed as Phil climbed eagerly onto the bed and then onto her. He thrust inside without so much as a wink or a hello and penetrated to paradise on his first stroke, well lubricated by my spent lust and her new arousal. Lucy pulled me into position and worked me into her throat quickly and easily. I looked down to see her throat bulging as it had with Phil, if not so far down, and then I just stood there as her hands on my hips held me where she wanted me. Phil’s thrusts made her bob up and down around me, driving me mad with desire I was man enough not to inflict on her throat, and Phil soon bellowed and drained oblivious to the world around him, his partner again left hanging.

He fell on his side and watched as she pulled me back and forth with her hands, back so that only my head was between her teeth, then forward so her nose bumped my pubis, slowly and patiently, enjoying my reaction as I experienced the full range of fellational joy. After a few minutes, I said, “I’m coming,” and she pulled me all the way inside her and held me there, her hands rigid on my hips, and without a thrust, I sprayed heavily inside her.

After her last swallow, she pushed me away, smacked her lips, and said, “I don’t know who’s tastier. I think it will require a long-term longitudinal study.” She looked over at Phil, chuckled at his erect cock, and said, “Okay, your turn. On your back.”

Exhausted, I lay in her position, head over the edge of the bed, and she lay next to me as I slowly let Phil penetrate into the depths of my mouth and then my throat, following her guidelines of relaxing and tonguing and guiding him by the hips. I saw him above me staring down at his first man, my cock coming alive as I felt the joys of a cock in my mouth, not as incredible as the joys of Lucy spread before me as I embedded myself deeply inside her, but so much better than I had ever fantasized about reading my three magazines I had saved with letters about gay sex.

And then he was in me to the full and I could see nothing but his flesh above me, and suddenly my cock was enveloped by Lucy’s tight tunnel. She held herself in place as she exercised her pelvic muscles on me, and she said, “You two will do anything for me, won’t you? You’re all mine.” We were both too preoccupied to even consider an answer, and she chuckled.

Phil had been drained enough that he lasted five whole minutes inside me, and he even managed enough self-control not to fuck my throat like a fleshlight. He moved back and forth about an inch as his engorged member pulsed helplessly in my throat, swelling up suddenly as his loins clenched, and the process of ejaculation I knew so well from years of self-play was enacted up close and personal for me. The first spurt shot hot and sticky down my gullet, and he screamed as the contractions of my swallowing throat caressed out the next spurt, and the next, and the same process started its way inside me then. My first spurt shot into Lucy as his third poured into me, and I lay there like a conduit of lust as her spasming cunt responded in kind.

His last few trickles went down the hatch as he pulled his sensitive flesh out of me, and I lay there happily digesting the seed I had prevented from entering Lucy. While I loved his cock, I couldn’t stand him any better as a person, and as he lay in my position and came erect as Lucy coached him in our new-found skills, I became fully hard at the thought that this lout would soon be swallowing my cum. He was patient and soon had me fully in his throat, bulging slightly as Lucy’s throat had, and I watched her mount him and lean back on her elbows so that I could watch her cunt envelop him. The sight of his shaft moving in and out of her swollen labia fascinated me, and with a sudden wave, I spewed fast and hard into his throat. He thrust up and drained immediately, and Lucy reached down and rubbed herself to a swift, sharp climax and collapsed on the bed.

I managed to collect enough energy to lift myself onto the bed beside her, and Phil turned and scooted up to lie on her other side. I was drained, as if sex had suddenly ceased to bother me for the first time since high school, and stared at the both of them unable to believe the things we had done and that I wanted to do again and again and again.

Lucy pulled our heads to her breasts and cradled us, and she said quietly, “I knew I’d pick one of you. I didn’t realize I could have both. I’ve fantasized about it for years, but I never thought the connections would ever happen.” After a minute she added, “I’m glad you two love sucking cock. It really makes me hot. So many combinations…I want to try them all.”

We dozed off and woke in time for lunch and the closing ceremonies, then checked out and returned home, acting on the flight back like three professional scientists whose only acquaintance with sex was in experiments on laboratory animals.

After that, we met three nights a week, once a week per home. The fourth time we met, I lay there as she sat down on Phil. I had come three times already, in Phil’s mouth then hers, and then in her cunt, and I was on fever for her all the same. I sat up and caressed her back, then ran my fingers down to her ass. I reached down to circle Phil’s shaft as she rocked slowly atop him, moving slowly to keep from tripping his hair-trigger spew reflex, and then up to caress her muscular ring. I spat onto it and started rubbing around and pushing inward. She looked at me for several seconds as if weighing the price of the next stage and finally said, “There’s lube in my nightstand. But remember, there’s a fee.”

“I’ll pay it.”

She laughed deep in her throat, “Of course you will.”

I quickly found her tube and lubed us both up thoroughly. She had stopped moving as Phil stared up at us, first in incomprehension and then with a widening smile, and I worked two fingers slowly inside her.

“You’ve done this before,” I said.

“Dozens of times. It wasn’t sexual inexperience that caused my divorce.”

“Well, I haven’t.”

She laughed, “We promise to be gentle. Right, Phil?”

“I believe it’s a situation of Mutually Assured Ass-struction if I don’t.”

“Damn straight,” I said.

I took position behind her and pushed my lubed cock against her. She opened fairly easily to me as I slowly, ever so slowly let myself inside her, and when I was buried in her bowels, she said, “This is my show now. You two don’t move, otherwise only two of us will like it and those two won’t ever get another chance at the greatest gift I will ever give you.”

She rocked back and forth and to and fro, our prongs buried inside her alternately and then together, and she moved as her body needed, building slowly to the longest orgasm she had yet shared with us. She keened tunelessly as wave after wave washed over her, six or seven orgasms in succession giving way to a continuous climax lasting two minutes or more. Near the end, Phil let loose his control and used her cunt mercilessly, but I held on until she groaned, “Finish now.” I held onto her hips and stroked three times fast and hard, spewing deep inside where I had only ever dreamed of entering.

She lay between us and whispered, “I think we just outdid ourselves.” She smiled back at me, “Go wash up and get ready to pay the piper.”

When I came back, she smiled and opened her thighs and arms to me. I climbed onto her and felt Phil lubing himself up and then me. I stared into her eyes as she smiled underneath me, and soon Phil was exploring my rectum more thoroughly than I had ever done in the dirty secret of my anal play in high school, where I had only gotten one finger halfway inside me before spraying hopelessly all over the shower tile. He worked my slowly and firmly, and a bit before I was ready he pressed his cock against me and let me relax for him.

He pushed relentlessly against me, and after a prolonged effort getting the head inside, he pushed in an inch of his shaft and said, “Now it’s your show.”

I pushed into Lucy and felt him recede; I pushed back against him and felt myself finally being filled. I filled her then myself in a heated cycle that was broken when Phil groaned, “God, I need your ass!” He fucked me fast and hard, pushing me deep inside Lucy as he used me in his usual minute-man rush and sprayed fast and hard inside me.

I hadn’t come yet, so I said, “Go wash up and get lucky, Pierre.”

They both laughed and when he returned, Lucy got on her hands and knees before him, letting him lube her up as I lubed him up. She kissed each of us and said, “Slowly now.” He crouched above her, my jealous eyes burning at the sight of him taking the same liberties I had with her ass, and when he pushed his head against her ring, I pulled out both of my fingers and mirrored every movement he made. He lasted two minutes before his heated rush drained him into her, and after she pulled away, I grabbed his hips and fucked him slow and hard. After two more minutes I felt his body responding again, and reaching around to feel his new growth, I fucked deeply while jerking him.

He twisted under me in mixed pleasure and pain as I used him mercilessly, not too hard but with a perfectly unchanging rhythm, until his bowels spasmed around me and his cum spewed through the air all over Lucy’s blanket. I let go and buried my seed deep inside my rival’s ass, using him as he had used both me and Lucy, feeling somehow victorious over and above the joint joy of crossing our new frontier of lust.

A month or so later, Phil and I had drained each other by hand, mouth, and ass as Lucy rubbed off in a furious fascination, posing us in every position her brilliantly inventive mind could dream up. We had enough spunk in us to each take her once, and I lay there feeling as if my cock were bruised as Phil stood up, said, “Got to go to a meeting.”

“Post-doc opportunity?” Lucy asked.

“Not sure. Nibble of some sort.”

“Good luck. Every faculty mother wants her brood to do well.”

We studiously avoided comments about the incestuousness of that relationship in our trio, and after he left she lay in my arms and we kissed and talked.

“He really is a cocky bastard,” I said, remembering his wave at her and middle finger to me as he left.

“It’s attractive, you know.”

“To women he wants to impress.”

“As I said.”

We chuckled and she smiled, “Don’t sulk. You turn me on just as much. Just differently. We’re having fun, aren’t we?”

“More fun than I ever had,” I said truthfully, and she smiled.

“Just remember I love how you two compete for my favor and my favors.”

“Is it that new to you?”

“Oh yes. Boys never noticed me when I was your age. Now I enjoy the benefits of maturity. Which it seems to me you have a particular attraction to.”

“Not so much if you look…at all my past women. But you wear it so well. It’s intoxicating.”

“Fair enough. And you do realize how out of the ordinary it is for a Chinese woman. We don’t do this, you know. And if we do, no one ever talks about it, so it is…terra incognita for me.”

“It’s like catnip.”

She nuzzled my neck as I fondled her breasts and she chuckled, “My being Chinese?”

“A little. Surely you must have some deep-seated sick fantasies about blonde Americans.”

“Yes.”

“Such as?”

“That…would be telling.”

“You watched too much Prisoner.”

“I watched just enough Prisoner.”

“So who is No. 1?”

“One of you is No. 2. That’s all I can say.”

We laughed. I continued, “But how can you stand him? He’s just in it for the sex.”

“And you’re not? How sweet. Lying to get in my pants. It’s hardly necessary when I’m not wearing any.”

Blushing slightly, I said, “But, you know…it’s just a trophy for him.”

“And I’m not allowed trophies? I have the two best trophies ever, and none of us can show them publicly, so…”

“Fair enough.”

“Stop being jealous. You love having sex with him and you love having sex with me, and you can do it whenever you want, so don’t begrudge him the same opportunities. It’s awful to treat someone that way when they’ve guzzled a gallon of your cum.”

We laughed loudly and she said, “I am glad I’m not just a trophy for you. It could be dehumanizing if I were doing only him…but, oh, God, does he ever turn me on!”

As I caressed her lower lips, I asked, “Why do you shave?”

She blinked and thought for a moment. “I just do. Habit. Don’t you like it?”

“I just prefer hair. Nicely trimmed.”

“We all have our crosses to bear.” I chuckled as she began thrusting her hips in rhythm with my fingers, and she whispered, “Since you like eating puss so much more than your rival, why don’t we let you practice your advantage?”

She smiled sweetly at me and then helped me take position on my side to sixty-nine with her, and we settled into our favorite act when alone together.

After we had climaxed, she lay in my arms pensively and finally asked, “Do all men like facials?”

“No.”

“Do you?”

“No.”

“So, when Phil…” The last time we met I had drilled Phil thoroughly as Lucy sucked him vigorously, and when he came he pulled out, held her head in place, and coated much of her face. She slapped him hard and fast three times and said, “Never. NEVER. Do that again, or I will destroy you.” She took his shirt and wiped up and said, “You need to leave until you learn respect for your lover. I am not someone you use like that.” He had apologized and finally admitted it was a deep-seated fantasy of his, but the mood was spoiled and we left early. She had finally forgiven him, how I knew not why, and we had had a joyous reunion. Even so, by the time he left that day I was royally sick of him.

“Phil is an asshole. You know that. You like that…most of the time.”

“He does have his positive sides,” she replied.

“Usually the back, where he gives pleasure without spoiling it with his face.”

She laughed and swatted me playfully. “Don’t be so jealous. —Don’t all men know it’s disrespectful?”

“Some women like it. I gather. At least in private. Respect doesn’t come into it.”

“So you have no deep-seated dark twisted desire to waste my face?”

“No.”

She snuggled closer to me and said, “Having two lovers is a treat, even with the sour bits.”

A week later Lucy had come in my mouth as I came in Phil’s and he came in hers. I leaned against my headboard as they lay twisted and emptied on my bed, and Phil said, “You love watching us, don’t you?”

She nodded and said in a deep growl, “Mmmm-hmmmm.”

“You should probably pay a fee then.”

After a long pause, she said quietly, “I see. And what kind of fee would that be? Recurring charge or one-off lump sum?”

“I thought we might have a trial and see.”

“And do you have a candidate? —I assume that’s what you’re suggesting.”

“No, but…Are you willing?”

“I’ve been tempted a few times, of course.” And over the next hour we discussed the ways and means and rules and regulations, and then coupled madly for another hour.

The next night we met at a club Phil had heard of, and Lucy said, “I’ll go get the drinks.” After ten minutes she hadn’t returned.

“Should we go look for her?”

He nodded, “Yes, we should.”

We found her at the bar deep in talk with a stunning blonde, who looked us up and down, raised her eyebrow, and said, “Parties in question?”

Lucy smiled, “Yes.”

We talked for a few minutes and Mary smiled and said, “Yes.” We went to my place after some discussion of logistics and I whispered to Lucy, “That was fast work.”

“Good. I probably would have gotten cold feet.”

Once I shut my front door, without ado Mary came up to Lucy and ran her fingers along her jaw and leaned in and kissed her romantically. When Lucy kissed back she smiled, and they undressed each other slowly. As they lay on the floor entangled in each other’s arms, Phil and I stripped and watched avidly, and soon Mary had Lucy on her back and was suckling at her breasts. Lucy watched in fascination as Mary kissed her way down her belly to her bare mount and spread her thick thighs. Soon she had buried her face in Lucy’s lap and had two fingers in her crevice.

Mary nodded as Phil and I each fondled one of her breasts, but when Lucy came, she pushed us away and rose up Lucy’s body to let her feel her. Lucy sucked Mary’s tongue deep into her mouth as she reached down gingerly to the light brown bush at the join of her thighs. Mary shivered and spread her knees when Lucy’s fingers reached her navel.

Lucy reached no further down for several minutes as she caressed all of Mary’s body above the waist, showing special fascination for her breasts. Mary raised herself further so that Lucy could suck at her nipples, and when Mary’s scent reached her nose and her hips started circling, Lucy pulled back and watched Mary’s reactions as her hand descended past her navel, slowly, ever so slowly, and finally felt the curls on her mount. Her fingers started circling and Mary hissed, “Yes, explore me how you want.”

Mary stared into Lucy’s eyes as Lucy watched her respond, and soon her fingers were dancing along her labia. Phil and I shifted to watch from different perspectives as Mary danced on Lucy’s rigid, mercilessly fucking fingers, and when she came she grabbed Lucy’s hand and held it in place. Lucy then rose, pushed Mary onto her back, and settled on her face and began a slow, hot sixty-nine. They came twice each, Lucy quietly and Mary loudly, and then Mary held Lucy in her arms as they looked at us and said, “Now we watch.”

Phil lost no time pushing me on my back, and we eagerly took each other deep into our throats, the show they had shared with us leaving us right on the edge, but we both managed to hold off three minutes. Then Phil stiffened, screamed, and sprayed one of his largest loads ever past my adenoids and then returned the favor. We were still hard and eager to please, and Mary kissed Lucy and said, “May I?”

Lucy nodded and Mary moved to face her, crotch to crotch, and smiled beguilingly at us. “One in her and one in me and switch off, and that way we can watch.” Phil leapt into the fray and immediately plunged into Mary from behind, and I came up behind Lucy and entered her and gave them a show as we watched Phil’s cock nestling deep within her hairy nest for the, yes, two minutes it took him to come. He pulled away and Lucy pulled Mary to us, and I felt Mary’s tongue along my shaft as we took turns sucking Phil’s cum out of her. When I was close, Mary pulled me out of Lucy and pushed me onto the floor and mounted me with her cunt splayed wide open for Lucy’s delectation. Lucy knelt and licked happily as Phil got hard and lasted inside her an astonishing four minutes.

He disappeared toward the bathroom as Lucy and I reveled in our new lover. She soon fell into a series of short, sharp orgasms as we explored her with hands and cock and mouth, and finally she pushed us away. She watched as I pushed Lucy on her back and took her vigorously to give us the orgasms that her exhaustion had denied us. When we finished, we saw Phil watching the scene in awe.

“Phil? Where is the woman’s room?”

“I’ll show you.”

He led her out and returned a couple of minutes later. We held Lucy between us, and she stayed at a simmer for only a couple of minutes. She mounted Phil as Mary returned, and she relaxed as I took position behind her and entered her once I had lubed us up. Lucy then smiled and crooked her finger and Mary, who chuckled and let Lucy position her so her cunt was open to her, and for the next hour, we all multitasked ourselves and each other to exhaustion.

I disentangled myself from the other two after a nap and went into the kitchen, where Mary was standing nude as she drank some water. She smiled happily and greeted me with a kiss, and as I caressed her breasts she chuckled, “Sorry, I’m all tapped out for tonight.”

“Will we see you again?”

“Probably not. It was great fun, but…I’m allergic to entanglements.”

“Fair enough. Thank you again. It was better than I ever imagined.”

“It was incredible. And just think, you’ll always be part of my memories of my first foursome.”

“Likewise.”

She laughed and we joined the others for relaxed petting until Mary had to leave. After she left, Lucy insisted that we held her between us as we slept, and we got up early without discussing it.

For the next three weeks, we continued as our merry trio, all the pieces in place for a happy tale, until it shattered.