It was rain starting up, gradually growing more intense. I inhaled deeply. I could barely make out anything in the pitch blackness, though as my eyes adjusted I could see a forest close by, and hills in the distance. I turned the music off so I could hear the rain more clearly as it drummed the rooftops. The falling drops hissed through the tree leaves and the wind rushed through the high branches. The smell of freshness, of life. And a hint of jasmine.
Leaving the window open, I made my way over to the cot where I collapsed into unconsciousness.
When I awoke, Crissy was asleep on the bed. Clothes were strewn across everywhere. Dr. Fitzgerald was fully dressed, drumming her fingers, staring at the computer screen. She glanced over to me.
"Oh good! You’re awake. Come help me. My presentation disappeared!"
I rubbed my eyes, slowly sitting up. I groggily hobbled over to her. Glancing out the window, I saw the forest and hills, dark green in the faint pre-dawn light. The rain had ceased, and the air was clean and new. with little drops of moisture gleaming everywhere. "Just start up Power Point and go to the recent files."
"You do it."
I laughed. "Don’t you think it would be good to learn how? In case there’s a presentation and I’m not around?"
"I’m an Egyptologist, not a computer scientist. I study ancient civilizations. In dusty books. I read papyrus leaves."
"But you’re teaching all these complex stories about all the millions of deities and Pharaohs. It seems like have sufficient intelligence to use a Power Point."
"I hate them all. Computers. Dumb-phones." She said. "Artificial brains. They get in the way. I don’t need a machine to think for me. Besides, they’re always pointlessly rearranging stuff. I don’t have an infinite amount of time to keep up with it."
I smiled, reaching over her shoulder to operate the touch pad. She placed her hand on my arm briefly. It was warm to the touch.
"Thank you," she said. "I hope that wasn’t too weird, last night."
"I think we’ll survive," I said. "Not a word to anyone."
She laughed. "Agreed!"
Soon Crissy stirred, and we all went together for breakfast in a room filled with light, the smell of coffee, and cheerful colors.
It was a long day. Dr. Fitzgerald conducted four different presentations to packed houses, and she had a collection of groupies, mostly young girls who were inspired by the success of the female professor.
I would hear someone ask about the improvement in the Power Point slides, and Dr. Fitzgerald would point to me. Then they would come over to give me their name and address, and chat for a bit. As the assistant, I got to make sure all of their addresses and other information made it into the database. A lot of beautiful girls. I wondered how many knew her as Rhianne.
NINE
Back in the room later, after a warm and friendly dinner sharing a table full of Dr. Fitzgerald’s admirers, I was both exhausted and full of energy. I sat at the desk while Dr. Fitzgerald reclined on the bed, completely dressed aside from her shoes which were set neatly on the floor beside the bed. She was reading a book she had just bought from a colleague.
"What was that painting you were talking about last night?" I said, scrolling through messages on my phone.
"Painting?" She thought a minute, then laughed. "Oh. Courbet. l’Origine du Monde."
"I always like to learn about fine art," I said, entering it into the search bar. It came up right away.
"Oh my," I said. "Dr. Fitzgerald, I’m afraid I find myself looking at porn while on the job." I held up the screen to show her.
She clucked. "It’s a work of art, you ninny. Can’t you tell the difference?""
I studied it. "Not really."
"Monsieur Courbet is attempting to point out to Philistines such as yourself that the feminine features are a wondrous and beautiful sight to behold."
"It doesn’t really look like Crissy, though. It looks more like… You."
Our eyes met. She flushed. "It does, at that," she whispered. She lay on her side facing me. "Put that silly thing down and come over here for a second…"
Just as I set down the phone and stood up, there was a knock on the door.
"It’s Crissy!" came the voice from outside.
I exchanged looks with the professor. I opened the door. "Just on time," I said.
She bounded in with her usual enthusiasm "What a wonderful day!" she exclaimed. "That was awesome and amazing and everything I was ever hoping it would be!"
"Quite the gathering, yes," said Dr. Fitzgerald.
"In other words, you really dug it," I said.
They both groaned. It was only the millionth time someone had made a similar remark that day.
"And now," said Crissy "I get to be with my two favorite people again!"
"Assistant," commanded the professor, "latch the door."
"Yes, milady," I replied, doing so. I then went over to sit on the bed where she still reclined on her side.
When I looked around, Crissy was completely naked. She hopped over to lie down behind Dr. Fitzgerald, spooning with her.
"Don’t mind me," chirped Crissy. "Just go on like you were. Pretend I’m not here." She reached around and started playing with the professor’s breasts.
"Like I was saying …" said the Professor. "Oh, that’s very nice." She swiveled her head behind her. "You are very distracting, young lady."
"Why thank you."
Dr. Fitzgerald shook her head. "Like I was saying," she continued quietly to me. "I’ve decided that I have been a virgin for long enough…" She gave me a meaningful look.
"Go on," I said. "Something tells me I might be involved in this."
"You may," said Dr. Fitzgerald. Naked Crissy’s visible hand was meandering away to the Doctor’s other regions. It looked like the invisible hand might be occupied with her own pleasure. "So let me tell you what I had in mind, and you can contribute your own concepts as you wish."
"Go on," I said.
"I’ve had a fantasy for years of sex with two lovers. The sensation of having a dildo in my vagina, and a girl’s clitoris pressed to my lips while I experience orgasm, is already out of this world. There’s something that feels so delightfully forbidden and exotic about it. I imagine it would be thrilling to have a real cock inside of me while I coax her to her special moment on the tip of my tongue."
"I want to fuck his butt while he’s fucking you," said Crissy. "I think that would be so cool."
Dr. Fitzgerald considered. "I think we could work that in. How about you?" She turned to me. "Confidential. We won’t tell anyone about your secret desires."
I hesitated.
Dr. Fitzgerald smiled. "Whips and chains? What is it?"
"No, nothing like that," I said. "Can I start inside of her? I can get her juice all over me and then I’ll be fucking you in her slime while she comes in your face."
Dr. Fitzgerald squirmed with repressed delight. "Oh, I like that. You can go back and forth, and get my pussy juice inside of her, too."
"We have to get you out of this silly dress," said Crissy. "Come on." She sat up.
I got up, and Dr. Fitzgerald caught my waistband, pulling me to her while Crissy undid her buttons in the back. Dr. Fitzgerald undid my pants and pulled them down along with my underpants. Cupping my balls with one hand, she took the tip between her thumb and forefinger. "I’ve always wondered what the male brain looks like," she said examining it.
I started to laugh, but broke off when she plunged her lips around my glans. Her technique was not quite as polished as that of the younger girl, but the fact of her being the respected professor who now had my cock in her mouth was a brilliant turn-on. Her efforts were quite effective.
One by one, she let Crissy slip her arms out of the sleeves, all the while sucking and slurping away at my hardening penis.
Crissy watched curiously over her shoulder from behind, with a big grin. After a while, the professor had to take a break, and Crissy said "OK, up. Off with the dress." She looked at me. "You too. Everything off."
I pulled my pants the rest of the way off while Dr. Fitzgerald stood and Crissy slid her dress down. I took off my upper layers and turned around fully naked at the moment Crissy undid the last fastener on the Egyptologist’s bra, thus revealing her beautiful, round breasts.
Gently I reached out and cupped my hands around them, leaning over to kiss the professor on the forehead. When I leaned back, she reached over and grabbed my cock, pulling me over to kiss me on the mouth. Her kisses were hot and sensuous.
Meanwhile Crissy stood behind her, running her fingers up and down the professor’s body, her nipples, her belly, into her vagina. My stiff cock was pressed against her.
"Oh, Dr. Fitzgerald!" I said.
She let me go. "It’s Rhianne," she said, with a twinkle in her eye. "Now, to the agenda. You start out inside of her. Crissy, lie down."
Crissy hopped eagerly onto the bed, landing on her back with her legs spread so hard that she bounced up and down a couple of times, giggling.
I climbed up over her, and Rhianne lay down beside her. "Here," said Rhianne. "Let me." She took my cock between her thumb and forefinger, and brushed it gently on the outside of Crissy’s pussy as I knelt forward over her. Against my tip I felt the roughness of the hairs, and in the middle, a wet squishy spot.
Rhianne ran the tip of my cock up and down the slit a few times. "It’s like having an imitation dildo!"
"I think the imitation is…" I began, but Rhianne plunged my tip into the wet squishy spot. "God!" I exclaimed.
"I hadn’t realized you were so religious," said Rhianne. "God imitating a dildo. That’s quite an image."
I would have laughed, but I was too busy pushing myself in Crissy’s vagina. My eyes met her big beautiful blue eyes as I worked my way into her again, watching her face reflect my intense desire with her own. A feedback cycle between our faces and our crotches, my stiff wee-wee hose inside of her, triggering my moans that reached her ears. Her eyes replying with her own desire, her vagina transmitting a melody of moans that reached back to mine.
In and out, each time deeper and deeper. A steady rhythm formed, gradually getting faster.
Meanwhile, Rhianne watched curiously and fingered her pussy.
Crissy reached out her arms and drew me down to kiss her on the lips. Dr. Fitzgerald’s face was just to the right of Crissy’s, so I angled over and kissed her lips too, feeling her full round breasts with my right hand. I saw Crissy’s left hand stealing down to the professor’s pussy, with serious intent. Dr. Fitzgerald returned my kiss with passion and expertise.
"Oh, Dr. Fitzgerald! I love you so much!" I said.
She smiled. "Such a romantic. Always best to tell a girl you love her when your cock is hard in another girl’s pussy!"
I was about to reply, but she started kissing me again until she yelped gleefully in response to something Crissy did with her hand.
I kissed the professor again, then kissed Crissy, then the professor. All the while, my hands were on Rhianne’s breasts, and Crissy’s were in her crotch.
I took a moment away from kissing them to breathe, my face opposite Rhianne’s. "I love kissing you while I fuck her," I said.
She smiled. "Me too. Amazing."
"You know what I’d like to try?" I said.
"No. What?"
"Oh," I moaned as Crissy twisted under me. She moaned in return. "If you can lie down up here," I continued, patting the spot on the bed above Crissy's head, "I’d love to taste the origin of the world."
Rhianne smiled. "I like how you think. So thoughtful of you, to want to take care of me while you’re having her. OK, let’s do it!"
While Crissy and I continued our lovemaking, Rhianne sat up and shuffled on her butt to where her glorious orifice was right above Crissy’s head, in my face. Her legs spread on either side. And nestled in the center, a work of art it truly was. At that instant, I could not imagine anything more beautiful.
Rhianne watched, eagerly smiling as I studied the curves of her labia and pubic hair, meanwhile maintaining a rhythm with the moaning Crissy, who had flipped her legs up and was holding her knees with her hands, eyes closed, my hard cock dancing inside of her, feeling her slime, her warmth.
Before I began, a dribble of liquid dripped from inside of Rhianne and landed in Crissy’s hair, given that Rhianne’s butt was pressed against the crown of Crissy’s head. I started tasting Dr. Fitzgerald's pussy lightly at first, flicking the outside with my tongue. Rhianne tensed with anticipation. Her breasts swayed gently as they hung. I started exploring deeper, tasting one vagina with my tongue and the other with my hardened shaft.
I found the professor's clitoris, meanwhile sneaking my hand up behind Crissy to insert my fingers into her vagina. She gasped, and then when I found her G-spot, she moaned. Her moan made Crissy come below me. She arched and froze for a few moments while I felt the subtle pulses. Then she kept on.
Now Rhianne started to get into the same rhythm. Head thrown back on a pillow, she was feeling her breasts and nipples with her hands.
I fucked two vaginas, one with my finger, the other with my cock. Each woman’s moans turned the other on even more as our feelings intensified, our love for each other, the mindless physical attraction of body for body, the surrender of intellect to pure desire.
With my tongue, I made love to Rhianne, feeling her climax fuel my own, and meanwhile my sexual needs were being met by her beautiful girlfriend, whose long blonde hair splayed across the sheets below my chest.
With my fingers and my tongue I drove Rhianne closer and closer to orgasm. My thrusts into Crissy were now synchronized with Rhianne’s pelvic thrusts, as my whole attention focused on the beautiful dripping pussy my face was immersed in. Each time I thrust into Crissy, it pushed her blonde head up into Rhianne’s crotch, giving me the feeling that I was fucking Rhianne by through Crissy. The top of Crissy’s head was starting to collect drops of goop from Rhianne.
Rhianne’s excitement at having my mouth on her private spot accelerated my own. Her thrill at my rough tongue caressing her delicate secrets, so close to where her dirty pee came from, her thrill became mine as well. I was getting off on Crissy while fucking Rhianne with my tongue.
"Oh my Pharaoh!" cried Rhianne. "I love it when you lick me dirty! Oh Pharaoh! Bring your humble servant to climax!"
"Doctor Fitzgerald!" I called back. I could tell that both of us were close now, so I persisted in pushing her with my tongue and finger. Caressing her. Loving her.
She threw her head back, and let out a yell. With a little gush and a series of contractions that I could feel around my fingers, her orgasm sent me over the edge too, bucking up inside of Crissy while the sweet drops flowed into her.
"Oh Rhianne!" I cried without thinking. "Oh Doctor Fitzgerald, I love you!"
Crissy cried out at the same time, and I could feel her orgasm too.
I shoved into Crissy again many times in diminishing thrusts as the climax subsided, while covering Rhianne’s pussy with light kisses.
Rhianne collapsed face up, breathing heavily, as was I.
Crissy looked up at me and smiled. The top of her head was now covered with moist slobber from Rhianne’s pussy. "I knew the two of you would get along," she said.
TEN
"Sorry," I apologized to Rhianne. "I didn’t mean to come inside her. I know you wanted to…"
Rhianne raised her head to laugh at me. "You imagined we were through with you?" She sat up on her elbow. "This is even better. I get to taste your sperm dripping out from inside her while you’re coming inside me. Your reproductive sputum will be inside me on both ends."
My eyes widened. "I see. Good."
"It’s all good," chirped Crissy. I pulled out of her, still pretty stiff, and she got up to go to the bathroom, leaving the door open so we could hear her piss streaming into the bowl.
Rhianne slid down to where I lay on my back, nuzzling me and cuddling by my side. Crissy returned and lay on the other side, doing the same.
Crissy reached her hand down to start playing with my cock and balls, and Rhianne followed her example. I kissed one and then the other, back and forth.
Crissy got up on her elbows and bent over me to kiss Rhianne. Which put her right nipple exactly in front of my mouth. So I kissed it. She gave a little squeal, muffled by having her mouth covered with the professor’s.
The two girls separated lips and Crissy smiled at Rhianne. "I love you," she said. "You’re the best."
Rhianne looked back at her with deep longing. "Oh, Crissy," she said. "If you only knew how much I thought of you back then…"
Crissy smiled. "I think he’s ready for you now." She got up. "Here. I’ll lie on top of you, so he can go back and forth between our pussies."
Rhianne complied by lying back with her legs slightly spread. Crissy lay face up on top of Rhianne as promised. Crissy guided my cock once more into her own pussy. Again it was inside its now familiar abode, now flooded with come and juices.
After a few strokes, Crissy said "Good. You’ve got my stuff all over you." She pushed me away with her hand. She called back. "Hey teach. You ready to pop that cherry?"
Rhianne laughed. "You do know how to set the mood, don’t you? Yes, please. Go ahead!"
My cock was glistening with slime from inside of Crissy as she guided me downwards to the Origin of the World.
Contact. Rhianne grunted. I shoved myself into the hairy folds. Rhianne gave a long "Aaaaaah!"
Slowly I drew out and then thrusted fully back in. Which elicited another moan. I took a leisurely pace, leaving space to feel every little sensation as my joyous sex met gloriously with hers. I wanted to linger, to explore every millimeter of her.
I felt the fluids mingle as her vagina gripped me. The three of us, mixing together our filthy bodily secretions. There were no secrets now. We had each shared the dirtiest most hidden parts of each other’s bodies with our eyes, our fingers, our sex.
As our rhythm established, I gazed into Crissy’s eyes. She had a big smile, enjoying my pleasure as I fucked the woman she lay on top of. She reached her mouth up and I leaned down to kiss her while my cock explored the professor's interior. "Oh," she said. And we kissed while I fucked.
After a while I pulled out of Rhianne and shoved my hard cock inside of Crissy again. Different flavors of vagina, like vanilla and chocolate. Blonde and chestnut. The light vanilla flavor was tight and responsive. Chocolate was more intense, secret darkness filled with scarlet passion.
"I love you both so much!" I said, pulling out of Crissy again and back into Rhianne, still kissing Crissy, her lips and her nipples.
I went back and forth a few more times, giving each a healthy number of strokes. The moans alternated between coming from the upper and the lower body according to the position of my penis. Sweat and aromatic slime were everywhere. The smell of the women drove something in me absolutely nuts. Like catnip. Pussynip.
Then once when I was inside of Rhianne, Crissy gave a sly look and sat up, walking on her knees to where her pussy was over Rhianne’s lips. "You ready? asked Crissy."
Rhianne’s eyes were glazed over from the pleasure of fucking me, but she nodded. The silver cross around her neck was off to one side at an angle. A drop of liquid fell from Crissy’s pussy onto Rhianne’s cheek.
I marveled at the amount of bare skin now so close to me. Soft, sensitive skin. Crissy’s was a flushed white, but Rhianne’s was a shade darker. I caressed both of them lightly.
Crissy lowered herself down, and her mouth flew open as her clitoris made contact with the professor’s lips, beginning a gyration of her own hips.
Our eyes-wide gazes locked as we both enjoyed Rhianne. After a few moments Crissy fell forward onto me, supporting herself from my shoulders with her hands, and we started kissing, delicately, tenderly, lovingly. As she fucked Rhianne’ face while I fucked her down below.
Then Crissy fell back again, closing her eyes to experience the fullness of sensations as she delicately rode Dr. Fitzgerald’s lips and tongue like a cowgirl, expression lost in rapture and bliss. As Dr. Fitzgerald tasted my sperm mixed Crissy’s natural perfumed lubricant that oozed from Crissy’s labia.
I closed my eyes too, and listening to Crissy’s moans, I imagined hearing some of those girls I had met earlier that day instead of her. A parade of young ladies sitting on the professor’s face each in turn while I fucked her. There was one pale waifish girl, with wavy auburn hair, so dark against her pale skin, ever so skinny. She was wearing seductive black eyeliner and a dark green velvet dress with matching nail polish, and lingered ever so sweetly talking to me.
Eyes closed, a few more flashed through my mind. The tall big-boned Swedish girl. My mind’s eye could see her facing me now. After a while there was the short one with olive skin, bronze hair and enormous boobs. She was flirting with me too earlier that day. Oh, how I could enjoy such boobs! Then the dark-skinned one with long curly hair flowing down her back…
I felt lips on mine, and there was Crissy again, kissing me.
With our mouths locked, I felt her moans each time Rhianne did something particular. I imagined the talented tongue in her pussy, lapping out my cum as I prepared to inject more into her dripping orifice. The same tongue that had spoken so articulately to all those young girls admiring her, now was seeking drops of mine inside another girl’s vagina.
The three of us moaned together, but while Crissy and I were more in a delicate phase, Rhianne was reaching a hightened level of excitement, becoming more and more agitated and impatient in her gestures, smothered by both of us as her moans rose in pitch and frequency with her level of sexual stimulation.
Until finally she had a series of intense orgasms. She would arch her back and freeze, pushing into me as hard as she could while I felt the little pinches from inside her, and then she would go at it again.
I’m pretty sure her orgasms made Crissy come a few times as well.
Her wild unbridled peaks went on for a while like that, gradually tapering off. When it seemed like they were over, Crissy climbed off and reached into her purse to pull out a strap-on dildo. She looked at me. "Assholes are tight, so I want a strap for extra control." She winked.
I gazed down at a luxuriating, blissed-out Rhianne. My eyes lit on the freckles that were scattered across her face like stars. "Did we fulfill your fantasy?" I said.
She nodded. "You did very well. That was excellent."
"I’m glad," I said. "I hope it satisfied your craving."
"Oh, it did," replied Rhianne.
"Hey, we’re not done yet," said Crissy. She turned to me "Here, come out of there for a minute. It will be easier to get it inside of you if you get on your hands and knees."
So I pulled out of Rhianne, who watched curiously while I obeyed Crissy, and she started spreading lube in my butt crack.
Crissy looked at Rhianne and smiled. "I want to feel him come inside of you," she said. "Your first time. It’s something special that I feel honored to share."
"You do know how to celebrate these special occasions, don’t you?" said Rhianne.
Crissy had strapped one end in to her vagina, and was now working the other end into my anus. It took a while. "Yes," she replied to Rhianne, "It’s sort of my specialty. Parties, threesomes. Well, only this one so far but, you know."
The fake dick took a while to push in, so I bent over and tasted the mixture in Rhianne’s pussy again. It was our own special blend, the three of us. The elixir of our love.
Meanwhile, Crissy kept at it, adding more lube periodically as she nudged it gradually deeper and deeper, then after a certain point the resistance gave way and she shoved in to where it touched my magic spot again. Prostate. That sensation of yearning deep inside. It made my cock spring up even stiffer. Knowing that my butthole was connected with Crissy’s beautiful blonde vagina.
"Whoa!" I said.
"Now go back inside of her," ordered Crissy, leaning forward to whisper in my ear. Long blonde hair caressed my back and shoulders. "I want to feel you give it to her."
With Crissy now attached behind me, movement had to be executed more cooperatively. I looked down at Dr. Fitzgerald, and she up at me. There was a sadness and longing in her eyes, mixed with elation. She looked down at my relentlessly stiff cock. "Come on in, water’s fine!" she said, spreading her legs.
Since I was supporting both mine and Crissy’s weight, my hands were occupied with support, so Crissy reached around and directed my cock into Rhianne’s pussy once more.
The professor watched with anticipation, and when I made contact, she trembled, sighing. I pushed. She moaned.
And as I backed out, Crissy moaned. I pictured the end of the double dildo inside of Crissy’s vagina, swimming around with all three of our mingled juices.
I pushed: Rhianne moaned in front of me. Pulled: Crissy behind me. Rhianne in front, Crissy behind, Rhianne, Crissy, Rhianne, Crissy… The arousal of each was driving the arousal of the other, and of mine in between them as I fucked two girls at once. My perception went back and forth. For a while, I felt Crissy fucking me, and I was loving Crissy. Then I felt myself fucking Rhianne, and loving Rhianne.
I kissed Rhianne, whose eyes were closed taking in the sensation of my rigid spear inside of her. She kept them shut while I licked her mouth, pretending her lips were Crissy’s labia. I tasted the sweet filthy mixture of saliva, sweat, spunk, and pussy juice.
Then I inserted my tongue, and her eyes opened. Her eyebrows arched with loving affection as she passionately returned my kisses. "Oh Roy!" she cooed. "My sweet lover. Come to me."
Meanwhile Crissy moaned as she shoved me inside of Rhianne, fucking her through me. I felt a surge of love for Crissy.
For a moment I flashed on the day I first met Dr. Fitzgerald, how prim and proper she was in her conservative dress. And now here she was, raw, vulnerable, and bare. She was at my mercy, and I at hers.
When I lifted up Crissy’s nipples pressed against my back, tiny and hard. She gave a little noise in response, and started rubbing her nipples against my back. Her pause in rhythm betrayed an orgasm. It coincided with her shoving me deeper into Rhianne, and I felt the professor the professor turn rigid as her fluids began to flow around me. The pulses of her vagina squeezing my cock had a different morse code than Crissy’s. Fuller, more deliberate.
With an orgasm in front and one in back, the dam burst. Big, plump, hot juicy drops of smooth sweetness made their way down my cock and into Rhianne’s vagina.
"Dr Fitzgerald!" I said. "I love your brilliant mind!"
"Oh Roy!" she called back. "My very own sweetness!"
My stiff cock had delivered its sweet message, but Rhianne wasn’t finished, and it felt painfully good to thrust deep inside her. She proceeded to have two more orgasms in rapid succession, gasping at each one.
"Oh Crissy! Oh Rhianne!" I called out, feeling a deep universal connection with both of them that transcended time and space. A profound taste of the infinite, before me, behind me, and through me.
Again and again our thrusts met sweetly, solidly, passionately, as now slowing down as we did too.
Tension and desire flowed in waves, gradually diminishing as the ocean tides retreated and the burning sun of pricking desire settled peacefully into a sea of contentment and relaxed satisfaction.
The glow of tender affection and love radiated from our three bodies, all covered with aromatic sweat and slime. A scene of fulfillment and joy.
"That was amazing!" whispered Crissy into my ear.
To that, I can add nothing!
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