Twice the Love

by Berengaria Brown

  “Move closer together,” she ordered, and when they had, she sat across all four legs and grasped both cocks, moving her mouth quickly from one to the other, licking and sucking, rubbing and nibbling.

  Both men were now thrusting hard up into her hands, and the feel and scent of her cream dripping from her wet cunt onto their legs raised the tension in all three of them exponentially.

  Lee and Harry were braced up on their elbows a little, their four black eyes watching her grip them both, watching her breasts bounce with her efforts and her eyes focus on their cocks, her pink tongue flicking in and out as she licked and sucked.

  “So very carnal,” murmured Harry.

  Cherry scraped her teeth over first one ridge then the other, sliding her tongue into the slits to collect the pre-cum and rolling their balls in her hands.

  Each man had a distinct taste. Lee was much sweeter on her tongue and Harry spicier. Both flavors were equally enticing to her.

  She gripped their shafts firmly, twisting and stroking as she licked and sucked. Her tongue slid down over each head, pushing the foreskin back then letting it move up again.

  “I’m going to come,” gasped Lee. And as thick, hot streams of cum erupted from Lee’s cock, Harry sighed and he came too, thrusting one last time through her hand as his cum spurted and mingled with Lee’s.

  The men disappeared into the bathroom briefly to clean up. When they returned Harry said, “Now what about you? Would you like your nipples sucked?” He rested his mouth on one sharp point.

  “Or perhaps all that cream flowing from your pussy needs licking up?” said Lee, sliding his tongue into her hot cunt.

  “You do seem to like it when I kiss you here,” added Harry, sucking the soft inner skin of her elbow into his mouth and nipping it gently with his teeth.

  “And you like it when I play here,” added Lee, sliding a finger into her anus and twirling it around.

  Cherry was hot and aching everywhere. Sucking her men’s cocks had heated her up way beyond any foreplay and she was ready for more. The least little thing would send her over the edge, she was sure.

  “Anything,” she breathed.

  Two black heads descended onto her body, Harry’s mouth and fingers busy licking, sucking and tweaking her nipples, Lee’s mouth on her pussy and his finger up her ass.

  Lee’s tongue was thrusting into her pussy and her walls were already trying to clench around it. He added a second finger inside her ass, sliding them along the hot walls of her rectum, teasing around the rim, then thrusting inside again. Then he nibbled on her labia and sucked her clit into his mouth.

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  Harry had one nipple pulled deep into his mouth, his tongue rolling it around and flicking it. His other hand was playing with the other breast, holding and palming the weight of it, teasing and tweaking the nipple.

  “So close,” she murmured, trying to thrust her pelvis into Lee’s hands and mouth while holding Harry’s head pressed to her breast.

  “Come now,” ordered Harry, lifting his mouth off her breast to speak, then lowering it again to bite lightly on a nipple. As he spoke Lee bit gently but firmly on her clit and Cherry shattered into an orgasm, cream flooding into Lee’s mouth as her body shivered and shook in release.

  The two men kept kissing and licking her as the aftershocks rolled through her body, then laid down with her pressed between them, something they seldom did unless they were actually fucking her.

  They rested like that for several long minutes until finally Lee said, “Please tell us, Cherry. Why were you crying last night?”

  Cherry took a deep breath. She was over her crying jag, but no closer to finding a solution to her dilemma.

  “You’ve both been kind and considerate to me. You’re looking after me very well. But I’m used to working. To being out of the house, having a job, meeting friends, and talking to people during the day. Here, even when I go shopping I can only exchange a few words with the people, not have a conversation. Many people here speak English but not as well as you do, and not well enough to do more than say, ‘How much do those apples and spices cost?’”

  “I can’t get a job because there’s nothing I can do here, not speaking Mandarin. And I don’t want to ride a bicycle in the traffic—your traffic scares me—so I can’t go to spend the day looking at tourist places or visiting the Mausoleum of Mao Zedong,” she said with a touch of her usual good spirits.

  “I need to find a job, or a hobby, or some friends with whom I can interact during the days while you’re both at work. But I have no idea how to go about doing that,” she added, her spirits sinking once again.

  “Ahh, Cherry, this is our fault. We’ve deliberately always spoken English with you so that you would feel included, at home here, not confused. And therefore we have isolated you. This has been so wrong of us,” said Harry.

  “We shall begin teaching you Mandarin immediately. Today,” added Lee. “And as soon as you understand simple Chinese, we’ll teach you how to catch the buses. They are sometimes slow and crowded, but you can go anywhere you wish on the buses,” he added.

  “Really? It’s really that easy?” she asked, astounded.

  “Well, it may take you a few weeks to learn enough Pinyin to read the signs to Mao’s tomb,” he joked, “but with both of us teaching you and taking you on the buses it should be no more than that.”

  “Pinyin? That’s phonetic Mandarin, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, exactly. Romanized letters and phonetic spelling. You should have no trouble travelling to well-known places like Tiananmen Square, or any of the major tourist attractions.”

  “And you can practice your Mandarin at the shops, so you’ll soon make friends,” added Harry.

  “Oh, thank you,” Cherry said, kissing them both passionately. Unconsciously she rubbed her pussy, damp again already, against their legs.

  “I want you both, need you both, again now,” she murmured, reaching down, grateful to discover their cocks were both already standing to attention.

  Harry rolled over to the nightstand, and grabbed the lube and some condoms as Lee pushed Cherry onto her front and slid a finger into her asshole.

  “You’re always so hot, so ready for us,” he said.

  “You make me that way. You’re so kind and caring with me.”

  Lee squirted lube into her ass and immediately pressed two fingers inside her, scissoring them as she welcomed him into her heat.

  Harry slid his hands between her body and the mattress and ran them over her breasts, her nipples already hard little points and her breasts aching for his touch. He rolled a condom down his cock, then pulled her onto his chest, sliding inside her in one quick thrust. “So perfectly hot, and wet, and welcoming,” he whispered.

  “Yes,” she whispered, lying flat on his chest so Lee could broach her rear channel.

  His cock easily popped past her tight sphincter muscles and he pushed inside, filling her until she thought she would burst from the two men inside her at once.

  But once they were fully seated inside her it wasn’t enough.

  “More,” she urged, waggling her hips challengingly.

  The two men gripped her firmly between them, then simultaneously withdrew until only the heads of their cocks remained in her, then together pushed back in, dragging their cocks along her walls, stretching her as wide as her channels would go.

  In. Then out. In. Then out. Winding the tension up tighter and tighter until she was desperate to come. Frantically she tried to roll her hips, but their big, strong hands held her firmly as they dragged their cocks in and out again.

  Cherry pressed her aching breasts into Harry’s chest, trying to drive him to move faster, but he only pushed into her harder so she couldn’t get much friction.

  “Please, I need more,” she begged.

  “The longer you wait, the higher the tension rises, the harder you’ll come,” promised Lee, as he and Harry slowly slid out again, and just as slowly pus
hed in.

  “Sheesh,” she muttered, digging her nails into Harry and hanging on as the men continued their slow pace, driving her higher and higher as Lee had promised.

  Finally, when she thought she’d die if she didn’t come soon, they started moving faster. Still together, still pulling almost entirely out of her before sliding back in, but faster and harder.

  “Yes, yes,” she said her nerve endings on fire and her whole being burning to come.

  Again the men moved faster, harder, thrusting deep inside her with great power. Then suddenly all three exploded into the hardest orgasm they’d ever shared, the men blasting spurt after spurt of hot cum into their condoms, Cherry’s inner muscles clamping hard on their cocks, their bodies straining and shaking as intense emotions accompanied the forceful releases through them all.

  Lee rolled the three of them onto their sides and they lay panting and sweating together in a tangle of limbs, as their heart rates returned to normal and their bodies stopped shaking.

  “Thank you,” Cherry whispered, resting a hand on each man’s hip as she sank into an exhausted sleep, overwhelmed by the passion and emotion of the last few hours. Just as she fell asleep she thought, “I love them. That’s why I was so upset yesterday. I love them and want them to be happy too.”

  Chapter Five

  By the time Cherry woke up both men had already left the bed. She listened carefully at the door, and upon hearing no one in the bathroom, hurried in for her shower to get ready for the day.

  I love them, I really do. How amazing is that? She shampooed her shoulder-length, dark brown hair. Then she stood quite still under the water, thinking, They love me too. They are endlessly caring and patient and have gone out of their way to make me feel welcome and wanted and cherished. Yes, cherished. Always, always they ensure I come—with their hands, their mouths, and their cocks. Never am I left unfulfilled. And they’ve gone to so much trouble to help me feel at home here. The Chinese may be an undemonstrative people, but Harry and Lee have made it very clear I’m important and special to them. Even the whole language barrier thing was just me being stupid and them being kind. Harry is so gentle, thoughtful and perceptive. Lee is stronger, tougher, but just as caring and with flashes of wicked humor. In fact, I haven’t been very nice to them at all. But I will do better. I’ll start by telling them I love them.

  And she did love them. At first she’d treated them almost as a single unit, “HarryandLee”. But the more she’d come to know them, the more she appreciated their different personalities. Harry’s voice was deeper, his skin softer, his hair silkier. And although Lee was more ‘alpha’, he was also the one most likely to offer to cook, an interesting dichotomy.

  ****

  When Cherry went out to the living room the table was set up and Lee was putting the teapot and tiny cups on it. A dish of noodles was keeping warm on the cooktop, and chopsticks and bowls were laid out, ready for the three of them.

  “Where’s Harry?” asked Cherry, looking around.

  “He’s gone to Mr. Han’s shop to buy a children’s Pinyin dictionary.”

  “A Pinyin dictionary?”

  “Yes, the ones the kindergarten children use. They have pictures and the words in Pinyin. It’ll be perfect for you to start learning to speak Chinese.”

  “Oh, thank you. That does sound good.”

  “And next weekend we’ll choose a quiet time and ride the buses for a while to familiarize you with how and where to catch them. With a few weeks of practicing you should be feeling ready to try by yourself. Or maybe we’ll ask someone to go with you. It all depends how confident you feel by then.”

  “Thank you. I’m feeling quite excited about all this. I think once I can get around by myself, and expand my borders beyond these few streets I’ll feel much more at home in Beijing. It’ll be wonderful talking to people I meet, even if it’s only a little bit at first.”

  Harry returned then and, bowing slightly, handed Cherry the glossy hardcover book in his hands. They all sat at the table and began to eat, Cherry turning the pages of her book and attempting to pronounce various words. The men carefully corrected her pronunciation and she jumped up from her chair to get her notepad and write some hints to herself about the tonal sounds. By the time they left for work she was proudly able to say several of the words exactly right.

  After they left she sat at the table and systematically read her dictionary, practicing words she was fairly confident of the sounds for, writing notes about the rest.

  By mid-afternoon she was starting to feel encouraged about learning the language, although well aware she would need some verbs as well as these nouns before she was able to go out and about alone.

  ****

  Each night the men helped her with her language study and pronunciation, adding several more children’s textbooks to her “language library”. At the weekends, as promised, they took her riding on the buses and she soon understood the system and felt capable of finding her way around the city. She was surprised how quickly she understood where the various gates were and how the ring road system worked.

  Beijing had originally been two walled cities—the northern “inner” city, the Forbidden City, and the southern “outer” city. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the outer city had seven gates, the inner city had nine and the ImperialCity had four. All these gates stood either on the central axis or bilateral symmetrically so the main streets in both inner and outer cities seemed to form a big chessboard in appearance from a bird’s-eye view. Most of the streets ran from north to south, and narrow streets, called hutongs, mostly ran from east to west. The ring roads spread out in circles from this inner core.

  As soon as Cherry could visualize this, everything fell into place and she understood how to travel around the city. She felt like a cartoon character with a tiny light bulb flashing above her head. It was as though she’d been standing in the dark and someone had opened the drapes for her. Everything made sense. She finally grasped the geography of her new hometown.

  One day she was sitting in the courtyard with her language books practicing making up sentences. She had managed, “The sky is blue today” and “There are three pomegranates on the tree”, when a soft old voice said in Mandarin, “Well done, Granddaughter. What else have you learned?”

  Something Cherry had learned was always to respond in kind, so she bobbed her head in a respectful bow and replied, “Thank you, Grandfather Wang. I can say many words, but my sentences are not good yet.”

  The old man pointed to various items around the courtyard and Cherry carefully said the words she knew. He corrected her pronunciation, and at times, taught her a few new words, which she wrote in her notebook. But mostly he nodded happily at her attempts.

  “Let me see your book.”

  Cherry handed him the children’s Pinyin dictionary and he helped her first to say the words, then string them into simple sentences. Before Cherry was aware of it, more than an hour had passed, and she felt much more confident about her Mandarin skills. It also seemed she’d made a friend as the old man said, “Tomorrow, at this time, you will come to my house and we will have tea.”

  “Thank you, Grandfather. I will be honored.”

  ****

  Cherry had made her birthday her goal, and when that day arrived she set out along on the now-familiar walk to the bus stop, and caught a bus to the SummerPalace. Once there she bought a guidebook, read the map and directions—which were fortunately mostly pictures—and managed to find her way to the front lake area to see the Empress’s marble dragon boat. The lake was enormous, stretching almost to the horizon, the water blue-gray, but smooth and calm. The boat was made of big pale stones and a two-story, white superstructure. At thirty-six yards long it was huge, and ornamented with four dragon heads.

  “Ahh, lovely. I can see why Empress Dowager Cixi liked to sit in it,” she said softly to herself, unable to resist snapping a photo of it on her cell phone. It was so pretty, the elegantly carved white st
one boat sitting on the blue-gray water. Cherry stood and just looked at it, absorbing everything for long moments, once again appreciating the Chinese ability to make everything much more beautiful through balance and symmetry.

  She walked through the Long Corridor appreciating the delicately painted ceiling in blue, yellow and green, then bought a ticket on a tourist dragon boat for a trip across the lake, which took her to the exit.

  Deciding she’d had a big enough adventure for one day she located the bus stop, found the correct bus and went home very pleased with herself and her brand new independence.

  ****

  Li Chang and Song Hao had told her they would take her out for a Peking duck dinner to celebrate her birthday, so Cherry showered and put on a pretty dress when she arrived home. They’d gone to local restaurants many times but this time were booked for a meal across the other side of Beijing at a restaurant that specialized in the traditional celebratory meal.

  Cherry loved it when the waiter stood beside their table, carving their duck into wafer-thin slices and rolling them into tiny dumplings. And the duck was delicious.

  In fact, the entire restaurant was fascinating, with a fishpond as a central feature, a tiny bridge crossing over the water where patrons could stand to watch the golden carp swimming under their feet.

  “Thank you for bringing me here. It’s all very exciting. I’ve really enjoyed myself. The duck was delightfully tender and very different from home—a much more enticing flavor. All the dishes here are prepared with so much thought and attention to detail. I love your meals.”

  “I’m glad—we’re glad—you liked it. We both wanted to take you somewhere special to celebrate your birthday. In China three is a lucky number, so your thirtieth birthday is quite special,” said Harry.