She was gasping and panting and wanting to come again by the time they decided she was fully prepared, and they stopped to put condoms on their cocks, which were long, hard, engorged, and red with need.
Lee lay on his back and she sat on his hips as he gradually inserted his cock deep inside her. When he was seated in her to the hilt she rested flat on his chest, enjoying the hard wall of his muscles against her softer body, his olive-toned skin against her paler color, as Harry parted her butt cheeks and pushed his cock in, past the tight ring of muscles.
Her cunt walls were stretched wide to accept Lee inside her. She already felt so full. But as Harry gradually pushed into her ass the tension in Cherry’s body increased ten-fold.
Sheesh. They’re so big. I can’t believe they’re both inside me. I’m so full. So stretched. They feel so very, very good.
When Harry was resting deep inside her ass, Lee pulled out of her cunt until just the head of him remained inside her, then as he drove back in Harry began to withdraw. The sensual feeling of their cocks dragging against her walls almost made Cherry come on the spot.
Slowly they reversed the procedure, Harry pushing in as Lee withdrew. Then again and again, faster and harder.
The tension was ratcheting up in Cherry’s body. Her nipples, pressing into Lee’s chest, were like hard little berries. Her nerve endings were screaming for release and her toes were curled back tight against her soles.
The two men were taut with tension, their bodies slick with perspiration and their cocks like iron bars inside her. Suddenly they changed the pace, both nearly pulling out together, then simultaneously slamming hard inside her to the hilt. Cherry’s orgasm exploded through her, crashing into her like a freight train and shaking every bone in her body. She pressed her mouth tight against Lee’s muscular shoulder so she didn’t scream with the power of it. Her rippling, quaking muscles grabbed the men’s cocks, holding them and milking them as they withdrew almost all the way again, then thrust deep inside her, once, twice more. Then they, too, exploded into a climax and she felt the heat of their cum through the thin latex barriers.
The men rolled the three of them onto their sides and almost instantly, Cherry sank into a deep sleep, exhausted by all that had happened that day, only vaguely aware of the men wiping her body clean and squirting soothing gel into her ass. Caring for her. Demonstrating their affection once again, without words.
****
It was full daylight when Cherry awoke to the feeling of hands playing in her cunt curls, fingers pulling her labia apart, and sliding into her slit, a thumb pressing on her clit, more hands on her breasts tweaking her nipples.
“Sheesh, you men are better than an alarm clock any day,” she mumbled.
“We want to both claim you, but first you need to be ready for us,” replied Harry.
“Well, you are doing it right. I’m ready.”
“You do feel wet,” said Harry, curving his fingers up to scrape his nails across her G-spot, sending tingles down her spine.
“Your nipples are awake,” added Lee, pulling one of the tight points into his mouth and sucking hard on it.
Cherry gasped and came fully awake as Harry sucked her clit into his mouth and sent a flood of cream through her pussy. Lee was licking and nibbling on her breasts, sucking first one areola then the other into his mouth, switching back and forth so she never knew where the sensations would come from next.
Lee kneeled over her body, placing his hot, hard cock between her breasts and pushing them together over it. Holding her breasts together firmly, he slid his cock up and down between them, the head of his cock just reaching Cherry’s mouth when she tilted her head forward. Each time his cock approached her mouth she thrust out her tongue and swiped it across the head of his shaft, licking the tiny drops of pre-cum off him.
“Your breasts are beautiful. Full and firm and lush,” he gasped.
When she’d seen Lee and Harry in the shower last night she’d remembered reading that most Chinese men weren’t circumcised, and she was glad to have a closer look at his cock. His cockhead just peeking out of his foreskin was enticing. Like a gift just waiting for her to unwrap it.
Meanwhile Harry’s mouth was pressed hard against her cunt, licking and sucking her clit, nibbling on her labia, and swiping his tongue deep inside her channel by turns.
“Oh, oh,” she gasped, feeling the familiar coils of heat growing and spiraling in her core.
Lee’s fingers pressed and tweaked her nipples as he continued to thrust his penis between her breasts, while Harry sucked hard on her clit then scraped his teeth across it.
Cherry curved her legs up and dug her heels into Harry’s taut, muscular butt to hold him hard against her pussy. She reached up for Lee’s cock as he thrust forward and pulled it into her mouth, sucking as hard as she could. The two men redoubled their efforts and in moments she was rippling with a climax.
They rolled her over and Lee squirted lube into her rectum. He slid his finger inside and said, “So hot, so ready for me. Still nice and stretched from last night. You’re a joy and a delight to us both.” He bent and kissed the base of her spine, licking along the globes of Cherry’s ass as Harry reached out to the nightstand and grabbed them each a condom.
Harry lay on his side and pulled Cherry against him, sliding his cock into her hot, wet sheath, and lifting her top leg over his leg for easier access.
Lee moved in behind Cherry, holding the globes of her ass wide apart as he pushed his cock through the ring of tight muscles, then pressed firmly into her ass. As he sank deeper and deeper inside her rectum, he put his top leg over her hip and rested his foot on Harry’s side.
Harry held Cherry’s hips, and Lee held Harry’s shoulders and the men quickly developed a hard, fast rhythm, thrusting simultaneously as deep into Cherry as they could, the position giving them added penetration.
The force of the men’s thrusts and the slick sliding of their bodies against hers was driving Cherry’s response higher and higher. Her nerves were firing and her belly clenched with need. Honey was pouring from her pussy, coating Harry’s cock and dripping onto their entangled thighs.
The men were thrusting incredibly deep and hard. She’d never before felt so full, so possessed, so totally claimed.
With a mighty thrust, Harry’s cock scraped against her cervix. The intense pleasure/pain ripped through Cherry sending her into an orgasm that shook her from head to toe. Her muscles clenched and every limb shook with the force of her release. Her rippling, massaging cunt grabbed Harry’s cock like a vise and sent him into climax too and the added sensations were all it took for Lee to find release as well.
The three of them lay in a heaving tangle of limbs for long moments as Cherry’s body continued to ripple and shake much to the enjoyment of the men, making their cocks twitch inside her, thereby adding to her pleasure, too.
“Thank you, sweet Cherry,” said Harry, kissing her softly on the forehead.
The men grabbed their towels and went into the kitchen to wash up, leaving the bathroom for Cherry, but it was many minutes before she could make her shaking limbs support her body strongly enough so she could take a shower.
By the time she was dried and dressed and able to stagger into the kitchen Harry had set the table up and was placing a pot of Chinese tea and hot rice on it for their breakfast.
“You must tell us what you like to eat. The shops here have almost anything you want, Western or Chinese. We generally eat our lunches at work and there are many good restaurants around here, so we usually eat out a several times each week. The other nights we can take turns at cooking,” said Lee.
“I’m happy to cook and keep house for you. You just need to teach me your favorite recipes. And maybe I’ll prepare some Western dishes too, and we can see if you like them as much as I do.”
The three settled happily around the table, eating their meal and planning shopping lists. Cherry copied down recipes, pleased that she recognized the names of most o
f the items mentioned.
“Chinese do not kiss in public,” Harry said hesitantly as they got ready to leave the house.
“I know. It is all right, really. This is a business arrangement. You wanted a woman and I wanted a fresh start. You’ll need to help me understand the culture. I’m committed to giving this relationship my best efforts.”
Cherry’s family had been no more dysfunctional than that of many of her friends. When her parents divorced neither of them really wanted their new lives complicated by a child. All three of them heaved large sighs of relief when she was old enough to go away to camp for the entire summer, and by the time she went to college she was used to being left alone in an apartment for weeks on end as the parent she was supposed to be living with at the time “slept over” with their current partner.
At college she chose subjects she found interesting, only to discover she either wasn’t much good at them, or else needed other prerequisite subjects she hadn’t done to continue with them. In the end she had graduated with a mish-mash of classes that hadn’t really prepared her for anything, and no clear idea about what field she wanted to work in.
It was the same with her friendships. She made friends easily and always had plenty of casual acquaintances and boyfriends, but she never developed a deep, meaningful relationship with anyone of either gender. Cherry had begun to think she was lacking in some gene or personality trait needed to really “belong” to another person, or to build a family for herself.
The only thing she was really sure about was that she wanted to travel and live overseas for an extended time.
So when she found the message board and got to know Lee and Harry, two Chinese-American bisexuals living together and looking to find a woman willing to build an ongoing relationship, it seemed a good answer to all her problems. They were honest and genuine. They wanted a partner to build a triad. She wanted to belong somewhere with someone. So here she was.
Chapter Three
Cherry enjoyed her shopping expedition. There was a block of shops only a few streets away and, as promised, they held everything she could imagine needing: foodstuffs, groceries, hardware and clothes, household appliances and bicycle parts. The buildings were tiny, with a single door, and the proprietor usually sitting on a chair on the sidewalk outside the store, where he or she could talk to everyone who went past, or maybe offer them a cup of tea.
All the shopkeepers and local people were incredibly polite and helpful, and once again Cherry noticed there was never so much as a fallen leaf left lying in the street—someone with a broom would come along and ensure the environment remained permanently pristine. She liked that. She hated streets back home where there was trash everywhere. These people evidently had a lot of pride in their neighborhood, keeping it nice, and she loved that attitude.
She also noticed many families out shopping—mother and father, maybe a grandparent or two, and one child.
She looked closely, but to her it seemed there were a goodly number of girls, although probably still more boys. She also noticed an occasional group with two children, and wondered if these were people from Hong Kong or Singapore, where there was no one-child policy, or if the parents were both only children who had been given special permission to have a second child.
As they walked home Lee explained the meaning surrounding things Cherry noticed and commented on. The “step” at the courtyard gates was a threshold designed to prevent evil spirits from entering. It was believed that spirits could not bend their knees to jump, so as long as the threshold was a foot or so high, the spirits couldn’t get over the barrier. Every gate had a threshold. The idea entranced Cherry. How fascinating to see the way the people had solved the problems their traditions had given them. Every problem has a solution if you are clever and imaginative, she reasoned.
The number of stairs up to each door had meaning. Odd numbers were better luck than even numbers and the more steps there were, the more important the original owner had been, although no one could have more than nine steps, as nine was the emperor’s number.
Cherry amused herself by counting the steps at the various homes and other buildings as they passed by, wondering whose ancestors had been important enough to have extra steps up to their door. What an imaginative way of displaying your status for everyone to see. How clever! I love how intelligently these people have arranged their culture.
Harry, Lee and Cherry took their shopping home and put it away, then Harry and Lee took her out for a quick tour of some of the tourist icons—Tiananmen Square, the Bird’s Nest Stadium, the Forbidden City. They both knew how much she wanted to see the places she’d heard about, and tried to squeeze as much sightseeing as they could into the rest of the day.
Once again Cherry was struck by how polite all the people were. Tiananmen Square was unbelievably huge—the largest city square in the world Harry said—but there were still crowds of people everywhere. When they walked down the underpass under the road they saw a young man pushing an elderly gentleman in a wheelchair. As they came to the incline up to street level, half a dozen other young men rushed from the crowd to help push and call encouragement to each other. The other walkers simply stood to the side of the underpass and the wheelchair was back out to street level in no time at all.
Someone might have helped him back home, but I can’t imagine everyone just standing aside for him to go first. People here have much better manners. I’m glad I had the courage to come here. It looks like a wonderful place to live. I love their cleanliness and respect for each other. Back home respect is something that seems to have gone out of fashion.
In the Forbidden City, Cherry’s mind was soon reeling over the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the Hall of Complete Harmony and the Hall of Preserving Harmony. They were all in the Outer Court
, where the emperors held ceremonies and rituals. All the inside walls of the rectangular buildings were richly decorated with intricate wooden carvings.
When they reached the Inner Court
, Cherry stopped to admire the stylized ImperialGarden, where the placing and type of every plant was filled with meaning. Once again, she was excited at the thought and preparation the people had put into designing everything. Everything was done with purpose and intention. To be attractive, symmetrical, meaningful. Cherry’s mind and heart opened wide to appreciate everything she was seeing.
“It’s all very beautiful. I’d like to come back one day and spend a long time just looking at everything slowly. And also visit Mao’s Tomb,” she said.
“The Mausoleum of Mao Zedong: The final resting place of our honored Chairman. He was a wise leader, from 1943 until he died in 1976,” Lee corrected her gently.
“Yes. I need to learn all these things. And the flowers. So many beautiful flowers everywhere. I like the way they’re in pots, not in bunches of cut flowers. So the plant lives on after the flower dies.”
They had a delicious meal at a street stall where Cherry enjoyed sampling various dumplings and rice dishes, then returned home quite early, as the men both had to work the next day.
“Oh yeah, tomorrow is Monday. I’ve sort of lost track with the time zone changes. But wait. That means today was Sunday and all the shops, even the bank, were open. How is that?”
“Offices close for the weekend but most commercial premises are open. The workers are allocated two other days off instead, so the places are always open, always staffed. Now, will you be all right at home by yourself? We have gotten you a cell phone and programmed our cell numbers into it so you can always reach us,” said Harry.
“Yes, of course. I want to learn to cook your favorite meals, so I’ll need to practice that for a while. And I need to learn to find my way around by myself, too.”
“Excellent. We’ll enjoy tasting your efforts,” said Lee. “And if you get lost, or are worried or concerned, be sure to call us. Remember, any time you need us, any time at all, just phone. Your peace of mind is very important to us.”
****
“Cherry is everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and everything I could ever want. I can still hardly believe she’s agreed to come all the way from America to live with us,” said Harry very softly in English, so that other diners in the crowded lunchroom couldn’t overhear.
“I agree. You and I’ve been together a long time, and we’re very happy, but there’s always been something missing––that piece that only she can provide. With Cherry, I don’t love you any less, but she makes our love expand even more,” said Lee.
“Exactly. But do you think she won’t understand how much we love her because we don’t hold her hand as we walk down the street? I’ve seen American men with their hands all over their women as they walk. I could never do that. I’m too Asian.”
“I think she’ll understand. She’s a very smart woman, our Cherry, but at home we need to relax more. Our English is formal and stilted, and she may misunderstand our feelings if we can’t speak more colloquially when we’re alone.”
“I can do that. She’s given up so much to join us, so we must make her feel welcome and appreciated. It’d break my heart if she left us now. Already she’s carved a niche deep inside me, that only she can fill,” said Harry.
“Did you watch her face when we took her to the Forbidden City? Her eyes were huge as she gazed everywhere. She was soaking up our culture like a sponge, and so obviously enjoying everything.”
“And the questions she asked were very discerning. She must think about everything she sees. She definitely wants to understand our lives. That’s a good sign, I think.”
“Our ancestors were smiling on us the day we joined that message board,” concluded Lee.
****
That night in bed the men were very gentle with Cherry.
“Are you sore? We can massage you with soothing gel before you go to sleep,” said Harry.
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