“My ass is a bit tender, but not too bad. Gel might be good, though, if you want to do that again in the next day or so. I really liked having you both inside me at once. That was incredibly erotic,” replied Cherry.
“And … what about if Harry fucks you while I fuck him?” asked Lee, hesitating.
“You were together long before I knew you. You should continue to do what you want. Besides, I think it might be rather hot watching you fuck each other, especially if I’m involved as well.”
“Thank you. Your acceptance means a lot to us.”
Harry pushed Cherry onto her back and quickly rolled a condom on his cock, then lay on top of her, nuzzling her breasts, kissing her jawline and sucking her earlobes as Lee squirted lube into his ass and scissored his fingers to stretch the other man.
Cherry could feel Harry’s cock, huge and hot on her belly. She kissed him feverishly, wanting it inside her. But he lay quite still, pressing her body into the mattress, and maintaining his steady progress in kissing her face.
Finally she grabbed his head, held it still and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. He lost some of his control then, kissing her back passionately and sucking on her tongue, but still made no attempt to enter her hungry cunt.
“Oh Cherry, you’re tormenting me and making it so hard to wait,” Harry groaned when they finally broke apart.
Lee was at last satisfied Harry’s ass was ready for him as Harry moved between Cherry’s legs and thrust his cock into her wet, needy core.
He held still and Lee slid easily into his ass, then the two men began thrusting in tandem, Harry into Cherry, and Lee into Harry.
Cherry grabbed onto Harry’s shoulders and simply held on for the ride. Harry was leaner and less muscular than Lee, but still quite broad-shouldered and strong. He was also the more gentle and perceptive of the two. She could feel every move both men made, and an aching need shot straight through her. It was as though both men were fucking her, their thrusts slow and deep, pressing inside her, arousing her to her very core.
The power and maleness of their fucking was also incredibly erotic. Cherry’s breath hitched just from being part of it. Her nails dug into Harry’s muscular shoulders, and she spread her legs wider, giving him more space to thrust. She inched her feet up on the mattress until her soles were planted flat and she was able to lift her hips higher into his, crushing her clit on his pelvis with each stroke and receiving an extra zing from Lee powering into Harry’s ass as well.
“Yes, so good,” she whispered, grinding her clit into Harry again.
Sweat was sheening Harry’s face and she knew he was hanging on to his control by a thread, waiting until she and Lee were ready to come too.
Again she pressed her clit into his pelvis, feeling the extra thrust from Lee tighten the coil of need building in her core.
She took one hand off Harry’s shoulders and stretched it around farther to rest on Lee’s hip. As he pushed into Harry she dug her nails into him, hoping he would find it a pleasurable addition to their lovemaking.
On Harry’s next thrust she swirled her hips, which added pressure to her G-spot as well as to her clit.
Harry let go of her and reached around behind himself forcing his fingers into Lee’s butt crack. Cherry felt Lee jerk as Harry’s finger obviously found an erotic spot and in the next few moments both men erupted powerfully. Cherry felt it all and twisted her hips sharply again, which was enough to bring her to climax too.
“The two of you together like this––it’s so very carnal. Thank you for letting me share in it,” she panted.
“You’re part of us now. We want you to be happy you chose to join us. We three are better together than two could ever be. Thank you for agreeing to make us a threesome.”
“I have nothing to go back to America for. I want this relationship to work,” she replied. Realizing that sounded a bit selfish, Cherry added, “You’ve both been very kind and welcoming. I appreciate everything you’ve done to look after me, and the sex has been excellent.”
Still feeling she hadn’t answered them very well, Cherry slipped out of bed into the bathroom to clean up, then lay down to sleep. As they had the previous night, the two men slid into bed, one on either side of her, and while not precisely cuddling, did make her feel a part of them as they slept.
****
The next morning, the two men moved like well-oiled machinery: showering and shaving, preparing breakfast, packing their briefcases and getting ready for work.
Harry ensured she had their cell numbers, and urged her to call them if she was worried about anything. Then the men left.
Cherry went back to bed and slept for another hour, then cleaned and tidied the house, changed the sheets and towels and did a load of laundry, hanging it out to dry on the line in the courtyard.
She wandered around the small space, looking at the fish in the pond, pulling a few weeds out of the potted plants, feeling the ripeness of a pomegranate on the tree, and generally just familiarizing herself with the area.
Next she walked around the few blocks to the shops. She didn’t really need to buy anything, but she wanted to prove to herself she’d remembered the way there and back. Plus, it was good to be outside in the warm sunshine.
She allowed plenty of time to cook the dinner and carefully tasted everything, hoping she got the spices the way the men liked them.
And so her days went for the next few weeks, keeping the tiny house and the courtyard spic-and-span, learning to cook for her men, discovering the nearby neighborhood, coming to know which shops sold the items she wanted, getting a feel for the currency and the prices, which seemed very cheap to her, and adjusting to her new life.
She even cooked a few of her favorite dishes for Lee and Harry and found them to be adventurous eaters, willing to try almost anything and appreciative of her introducing them to new tastes and styles of food.
****
Mr. Wang, who lived in the first house in the courtyard, was a very old gentleman who sometimes sat outside in the sun. He always nodded and smiled at Cherry, even inviting her to sit with him several times. Unfortunately he knew almost no English, so their time together was limited to him pointing to plants, or the sky, smiling and nodding.
Cherry had the distinct feeling he approved of her being there, which was a relief. She wanted to belong, to be accepted. But it was also intensely frustrating. She wanted to be able to chat with him. To talk to him about his long life and the things he remembered from this neighborhood in days gone by. She wanted to hear stories about Harry and Lee that he’d know from their pasts. She wanted to be connected to her new home, and pointing and smiling wasn’t enough. Cherry just knew this old man would be her friend, if only they could communicate better.
She’d spoken briefly to Mr. Zheng a few times, but he did seem to be away from home a lot. At the Shanghai offices of his company, she assumed. She really hoped they’d be able to talk more when he was not so busy. He was such a close-by neighbor, that she really wanted to know more about him.
The local shopkeepers smiled at her as she visited their stores, but it frustrated her that all she could do was point to the things she wanted to buy, not ask questions or have a conversation. Would cherries come into season here soon? What was the name of that strange orange fruit? Or was it a vegetable? And if so, what would it taste like, and how should she cook it?
Every day she checked her email, but almost never received any messages. It was as if she’d disappeared off the face of the Earth, not simply left town. Evidently her friends had moved on with their lives and forgotten her. And that hurt.
One morning Cherry got up, saw her men off to work, and realized she had absolutely nothing she needed to do until it was time to cook the evening meal—no friends to visit with, no one needing her, no employment. Her thirtieth birthday was just a few weeks away, and this was going to be her life for the next forty years or so. She didn’t even really know what their jobs involved and who their frien
ds were. In fact, she knew almost nothing more about them than when she’d arrived here, although they were always unfailingly sweet and considerate to her.
Cherry folded her arms on the dining table, laid her head down and cried.
She cried for her lost life in America. A job she hadn’t loved, but which she’d been good at.
She cried for her friends who hadn’t called her on her new phone despite it having international roaming facilities, and most of whom hadn’t emailed her either, although she’d made a point of emailing them all a couple of times since she’d arrived, telling them what she was doing, about Beijing, and giving them her new cell phone number.
She cried for her lack of a family. For parents who’d divorced when she was small and neither of whom had really wanted her in their lives. For a father and mother who hadn’t kept in touch with her, despite her sending them newsy letters about her life a couple of times each year.
She cried for Lee and Harry, who’d been kind and gentle, respectful and patient with her, and who’d invested so much in her in the hope that this would be a mutually beneficial ongoing arrangement. She cried because they deserved so much better than she felt she could give them.
Both men had always been slightly on the outer fringes of Chinese society because they were part American. Although they looked quite Chinese, there were distinct differences from the average Han man of their age. Their eyes were a little rounder, their bodies more solid and muscular, and they were a fraction taller. Also, being bisexual had always been a reason for them to maintain their privacy. It was only very recently that homosexuality was acknowledged as neither illegal nor a mental illness in China, and the idea of bisexuality within a ménage couldn’t be openly practiced, even now.
She was not at all surprised they’d come together and found a kindred spirit in each other. In some ways their attitude to life was more American than Asian. The biggest difference in them was their ability to think and act outside the Chinese mainstream culture. Hence their decision to look for a woman to join them on an Internet message board.
Cherry had been drawn to the idea of moving somewhere overseas first, then to the men and to China. She’d firmly believed the only way to give herself a completely fresh start and a whole new life was to leave her old one totally behind. She’d never expected to be lonely, though. She’d been solitary and self-sufficient since she was a young child. But although she’d been alone she’d never imagined that she would be as isolated as she was now.
So she also cried for herself. She’d come to China to live with two men with her eyes wide open. She’d known what she was giving up and what she was doing. She’d thought it would be exciting, exploring a new land, making new friends, a new family, a whole new life. Instead her life was a tiny circle of housework, cooking and walking a few blocks to shops where she couldn’t even hold a proper conversation with the people. She didn’t even know all their names.
The local shopkeepers were all very friendly and welcoming, but their English was limited to a few basic words. Several had shared a pot of tea with her, and she was encouraged by their acceptance of her, but she couldn’t chat about anything at all with them. She was limited to pointing at items, smiling and saying thank you. She wanted to talk, really talk, with the locals. She wanted to share in their lives, to ask about their families, to smell and touch and taste every aspect of this exciting new land she was in.
“Well, what do I do now? Do I go back to America, get a job, start over and make my life there? Or do I stick it out here and be content with what I have?” she asked herself.
“I don’t want to do either,” she wailed, laying her head on her arms and sobbing again. In her despair, she’d totally lost sight of the fact that such a short time had passed, and that any woman who’d crossed the world to start a new life, could build that life around the circumstances she’d found herself in.
****
Cherry tried to pull herself together, washing her face with cold water, getting a notepad and pen, and sitting down to list the options and possibilities.
I could try to get a job, but without speaking Mandarin there’s very little I could realistically do. And the thought of riding a bicycle anywhere, as most people here do, scares the shit out of me. Could I find employment within walking distance? Work where I only need to speak English? Maybe teach people to speak English? But how would I do that without speaking Mandarin?
I suppose I could have a baby with one of them—but that would be grossly unfair to the other man, and my family was so dysfunctional I’m not sure I would be a very good mother.
I could start a hobby, a craft or sport or something technical. But the houses are so small and people don’t seem to go to the gym or play team sports. And again there’s the issue of having to travel around the city—back to the having to ride a bicycle problem again.
What about getting a pet? It couldn’t be a cat because of the fishpond. And the courtyard is very small for a dog to play in. Besides, what if it barked and upset Mr. Wang and Mr. Zheng? The houses are so close together. And I don’t think birds would fulfill me any more than the fish in the pond.
Cherry sighed and rested the pen on the blank notepad. “What the fucking hell am I supposed to do?” she wailed. Again, she began to cry.
She’d completely forgotten the strong woman she could be: the woman who had sold all her possessions, packed up her treasures, and traveled halfway across the world to start a new life.
Chapter Four
By the time the men arrived home Cherry’s head was pounding fiercely, her nose and eyes were red and sore, and she was no nearer to finding a solution than she’d been when they left. Silently she served their meal and sat with them, unable to eat because of her jangling nerves, unable to contribute to the conversation because of her pounding head.
The men exchanged speaking glances. Lee gathered himself and asked, “Are you…unwell, Cherry? Is this a, difficult time for you?” He blushed furiously, obviously embarrassed at even thinking about a woman’s monthly cycle.
“Oh, no. Nothing like that. It’s just—I can’t—” Cherry broke into sobs, ran from the room and flung herself face down on the bed.
Lee and Harry laid their chopsticks down and stared at each other, neither having the slightest idea what was wrong or what they should do.
“Should we go to her, or give her some privacy?” whispered Harry.
“Damned if I know.”
“It makes my heart heavy to see her so unhappy. I want to make her happy again. I love coming home to her bright smiles. She’s usually so interested in everything we share together,” said Harry with an air of sadness.
The men sat silently at the table. Cherry’s sobbing, while not loud, was still clearly audible from the living room.
Finally Harry stood, nodded to Lee and the two men went into the bedroom. Harry sat on the side of the bed and gently patted Cherry’s back.
“Shhh. Everything will work out,” he said, then, still stroking her back, he spoke softly in Chinese in time with his pats. Gradually she stopped crying, her breathing deepened and she fell asleep.
Lee covered her with the quilt and he and Harry left the room, closing the door behind them.
“Just as well she didn’t know you were telling her the story of the Emperor Shih Huang-Ti building the Great Wall with slave labor,” said Lee.
“My grandmother used to tell it to me when I was small. It was the only thing I could think of to soothe her. But yes, it’s probably a good thing she didn’t understand the lines about the workers dying.”
“Well, it worked.”
“Yes, but the problem isn’t solved. She’s asleep now, but when she wakes up, whatever was destroying her peace will arise to do so again.”
“That’s true. Do you think it’s a problem with us? American men are so much more—I don’t know—demonstrative, perhaps? They touch their women all the time in public, and speak much more freely about their thoughts and feel
ings,” said Lee.
“I don’t know. Perhaps. I’ve wondered if it’s our English. We don’t speak as smoothly and colloquially as she does. Those words don’t flow from my tongue the way Chinese habits do,” replied Harry.
The men talked while finishing their meal and decided the best solution would be to go to bed early, so they would wake early and have time to encourage her to explain why she was upset before they needed to leave for work.
****
Cherry woke as the sky was just starting to lighten before dawn. She noticed that at some stage the men had undressed her.
In their desire to comfort her, Lee and Harry had unconsciously cuddled into her body, something they usually didn’t do, and Cherry was very aware of two thick cocks, one pressing into her from each side.
Hmm. I love their cocks. I love the way they aren’t circumcised and that I get to play with their foreskins. I love the fact their cock heads are more sensitive than with the circumcised men I’ve known in the past.
Quietly and smoothly Cherry slid down in the bed until she reached their legs. She sat cross-legged between the two men, and rested a hand on each cock, gripping gently but firmly, running one hand up each shaft, then bending forward to lick across the tip of each cock, sliding her tongue down between the shaft and the foreskin, pressing the skins back from the heads.
Keeping her hands around each shaft, she used the tip of her tongue to run under the ridges of the cocks, seeking that sensitive place that pleased her men.
“Ohh, that feels good,” mumbled Harry, still half asleep.
“Very good,” agreed Lee, thrusting his hips and cock up in Cherry’s hand.
The men rolled flat onto their backs to give Cherry greater access and she continued her task of licking the heads, stroking up and down the shafts, occasionally gently rolling their balls, until both cocks were huge and hot and hard and the men were groaning with pleasure.
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