Anal Boss. An Erotic Story

 

She slammed her hand on the countertop. “What do you mean, there’s no reservation? Rhianne Fitzgerald, PhD. I made the reservation a month ago.”

“Sorry miss,” said the harried clerk behind the counter. “I’ve got one room left with a king sized bed. I can give you a cot.”

It was late afternoon, and a few rays of sunlight faded to yellow through the tinted windows of the lobby.

Dr. Fitzgerald was flipping through the pages of her pocket calendar. “Here it is… Oh wait.” She turned to me sheepishly. “I made it for next week, accidentally.”

I sighed. It had been a long flight. Not the part in the air, but lines in the airport. And now a line was forming behind us as we stood with our heavy luggage in the crowded frenetic lobby of the hotel. “Welcome Archæologists — to the Dig It Conference!” read a large banner on one wall. A top corner of it had flapped over, covering part of the “W.” The air resonated with the deafening joyful noise of collaboration between long-separated colleagues.

“I’ll take the room, I guess,” said Dr. Fitzgerald, frowning. “We were supposed to have two.”

“You may as well,” said the clerk. “With the convention, every room in our little town is booked. Unless you want to pitch a tent.”

“Look, just do it,” said Dr. Fitzgerald impatiently.

“Dr. Fitzgerald!” called out a voice. I turned to see a young blonde girl with long hair flowing loose. She was thin and graceful.

“Is that,” Dr. Fitzgerald squinted. “Crissy?”

“You taught my high school history class. Remember?” said Crissy. “I’m all grown now.”

Dr. Fitzgerald laughed. “Good for you! I’m groaning under the weight of these cursed bags. We have to get settled, but I’ll come down in a bit, and we can catch up!”

“OK!” And Crissy flashed a smile at me that sent a tingle through the male members. Of course, it didn’t take much, as wiped out as I was from staying up until morning to get Dr. Fitzgerald’s presentation slides in order. As an Egyptologist, she was brilliant. With Power Point, not so much. Hardly as if being a Power Point whiz were something to be proud of. I was just the grunt labor, she was my boss.

Dr. Fitzgerald completed the transaction with the clerk, and received the two key cards, one of which she handed to me. “Room 354,” she said. “Three and six times nine. Divisible by three.” In the state I was in, merely hearing those numbers, 3, 6, 9, from her straitlaced dignified lips was enough to send another tingle.

We traipsed over to the elevators, lugging suitcases, backpacks, and computers as we clambered on. Several people joined us, getting off on the second floor. A ‘mellow’ version of Purple Haze whispered from the speakers, dubiously orchestrated with flute, guitar, harp, and a large string section. The doors opened with swish and we clambered off.

The abrupt quiet was refreshing. I followed the good doctor down the hall, across the plush leaf-themed carpet to room 354.

I could hear her gentle breathing, a little faster from the effort of carrying her suitcase and computer. She was in her late twenties or early thirties, with shoulder-length chestnut hair. With my fatigue, social filters were weak, and my eyes lingered on the fullness of her breasts as I watched her in profile, fumbling with the key. Even with the modest high-collar dress she wore. In the close quarters, I noticed that she still had freckles, and dimples even.

After a few attempts with the card in wrong directions, the door relented and allowed us entry.

“Sorry about that,” she said. “You were supposed to have another room.”

“It’s OK, boss. We’ll manage,” I said. “I need to take a nap, though. I was up all night.”

She smiled. “I know. You did a great job with those slides. I don’t know what it is about that silly software…”

“Thanks.”

“Why don’t lie down for a bit while I go socialize? I’ll be back in like a half an hour. There are a couple of people I need to talk to about logistics.”

“Sounds good,” I said, letting the backpack slip to the floor and falling flat on my face on the middle of the bed. Vaguely I overheard Dr. Fitzgerald directing the bellhop to put the cot next to the bed, then everyone left and an assertive spring mechanism slammed the door shut. Soon after, I lost consciousness.

TWO

Next I knew, there was a scratching at the door. Two women’s voices tittering. “This dang card. What are you supposed to do with it?” Dr. Fitzgerald’s alto voice.

“Like this,” a younger, soprano voice.

There was a slide and a click, and all at once I was in the company of two women. The second was the graceful thin blonde from before.

“Are you awake?” said Dr. Fitzgerald.

I thought a minute. “Now I am,” I said.

“Roy, this is Crissy. Crissy, Roy.”

Crissy bounded over to offer her hand. I offered my groggy digits in return. She was soft and warm, and I didn’t want to let it go.

“Roy, like a king!” said Crissy. “Like in a king threesome! You know, two girls and a guy!”

I blinked. “I did not know,” I said.

“Or a Pharaoh,” remarked the professor.

Crissy turned to Dr. Fitzgerald. “Does he know that you like girls?

Dr. Fitzgerald smiled nervously. “Now he does.”

“It’s OK,” I said awkwardly. “Don’t worry. I have no problem with it.”

Dr. Fitzgerald sighed with relief. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Oh, Dr. Fitzgerald, I always wanted to do you,” said Crissy, putting one arm around Dr. Fitzgerald’s shoulder, and stroking her breasts with the other. “You were always so hot.”

Dr. Fitzgerald cleared her throat. “I see you’re all grown now.”

Crissy laughed. “I might moan,” she said. “Not groan!”

Dr. Fitzgerald separated from Crissy and turned to me. “I do apologize,” she said. “I didn’t mean let my personal life interfere. However, you should know that the restaurant closes at eight, which is in about a half an hour.”

“Got it,” I said, sliding off the bed. “I’ll leave you ladies to your business.”

Dr. Fitzgerald touched my shoulder. “We will go somewhere else. This is your room, and you’re welcome here.”

THREE

The hotel restaurant dinner was good. I didn’t know anyone really, and everyone else was absorbed in energetic chatter of which I understand maybe every third word, so I sat at a table by myself, trying to concentrate a local newspaper. But my mind kept drifting back to what might be going on back in the room.

The restaurant offered cherry cobbler with vanilla ice cream for dessert. It was excellent. Cherries…

FOUR

Back upstairs again, I tapped on the door of room 354, just to be sure everyone was decent. The door opened before I could slide my key in. “Come in! Are you done already?” It was Crissy. “And here we’ve been nothing but yammering away.”

I wasn’t sure whether to believe that nothing more interesting had taken place, but evidently it was the case. Both were still fully dressed. Dr. Fitzgerald was seated in a chair at the desk in front of a computer that had her presentation going on it.

“I really love what you did with her slides!” said Crissy. “I know what they’re like when she does them.”

“Hey!” protested Dr. Fitzgerald.

Crissy stood behind Dr. Fitzgerald, running her hands through the professor’s hair. “You’re still the most inspiring Egyptologist in the world. I love how you explain everything so it makes sense and I can understand it.”

“Why thank you. I spend a lot of time with dry dusty books, that’s all.”

“You just suck at Power Point,” continued Crissy.

The word “suck” made the professor flinch slightly. She flashed a worried glance at me.

Standing next to her so I could see what they were looking at, I found myself drowning in the aroma of female arousal.

Crissy smiled at me with big blue eyes, her moist lips only inches away from mine.

“Now I’m in love with both of you,” said Crissy. “Have the two of you ever had sex?”

I and Dr. Fitzgerald both cleared our throats. I let her speak. “No,” she said faintly.

Crissy smiled, still stroking Dr. Fitzgerald’s hair. “But you’ve thought about it, haven’t you?”

“Well…” continued Dr. Fitzgerald.

“I bet he would, wouldn’t you?” she turned to me, still smiling.

“Can I speak with my lawyer?” I said.

“Hold on,” said Dr. Fitzgerald standing. “I have to take a break.” She went into the bathroom and shut the door. We could hear the sound of liquid streaming into the toilet bowl. I wondered what Dr. Fitzgerald’s genitalia looked like. Did she shave?

Crissy leaned over and kissed me on the lips. She placed her hand gently on the stiffening bulge inside my pants. “I think you need to adjust down there,” she whispered, tapping with her fingers to indicate where. “Go ahead. I don’t mind.”

In a state of shock, I slipped my hands into my pants to shift positions to relieve the discomfort. I felt a little droplet from the stimulation. “I barely know you,” I protested.

Crissy smiled, pulling me closer, so her flat chest pressed into me. “Isn’t it better like that? You get to know someone, all those tricky feelings start getting in the way.” She kissed me again. Her mouth tasted faintly of chocolate, that mingled with the scent of fresh girl sweat in my nostrils.

Dr. Fitzgerald re-emerged, freshened, drying her hands. “I see the two of you are getting to know each other. Stealing my date, are you?”

“I didn’t…” I started.

Crissy pouted. “He’s not stealing. I just wanted to try three for once,” she said. “I never have before. Come on. It will be fun.”

Dr Fitzgerald was stern.

“I know you don’t go for guys,” said Crissy. “But does it really matter? Hard in the middle, soft in the middle. It’s the same urge. The same beautiful human desire to share love with another.”

“Well…”

“Don’t you want to gain intimate understanding of the life experience of the Pharaohs? They had lots of wives, and you can bet they had some wild sex.”

Dr. Fitzgerald rolled her eyes. “What have I gotten myself into?” she sighed.

“Come on,” said Crissy. “For the sake of historical research. So you can speak with even greater authenticity than you already do about the social lives of ancient Egyptians. I know you want to. And he’s all ready!”

“Very unprofessional,” protested Dr. Fitzgerald, her resolve weakening. “Completely…”

Crissy leapt over and wrapped her arms around the good professor, smothering the last word with a kiss. A long, slow, sensuous kiss, with tongues. Dr. Fitzgerald was stiff at first, but gradually softened and acquiesced, holding Crissy’s head with one hand while she caressed the small of the younger girl’s back with the other.

I sat down in a chair facing them. Watching the two girls make out was like a magnet. I couldn’t look away.

“See, that wasn’t so difficult,” said Crissy, once they came up for air.

“Little devil,” said Dr. Fitzgerald.

Crissy turned to me. “You can be our Pharaoh. You could pretend she’s my mom. I bet that would turn you on.”

I let out a sound of protest. “I could never…” I said.

“It’s OK,” said Crissy. “You can imagine whatever you want. Pretend I’m your little girl, if you like. I don’t mind.”

“Look,” said Dr. Fitzgerald, “if this ever gets out… Not a word to anyone, either of you.”

“Of course not!” cooed Crissy, arms still wrapped, kissing her on the cheek.

“I won’t tell,” I said.

“You have to promise,” said Dr. Fitzgerald.

“Of course,” I replied. “Nobody will ever know.”

Dr. Fitzgerald hesitated, then broke away to fasten the latch, locking the door from the inside. “I hope I don’t regret this,” she said.

“Oh, come on,” said Crissy. “You would only regret if you pass up the wonderful opportunity to share your love with two beautiful friends. Not to mention the research value. Now don’t roll your eyes at me. You know it’s true.”

“In addition to compromising the professionalism of our relationship,” said Dr. Fitzgerald, looking at me worriedly.

Crissy continued in a soothing voice. “But married people work together all the time. Just because you have sex doesn’t mean you can’t be professional.”

“I think we’ll be OK,” I said. “Though it’s certainly not what I expected from the stodgy professor.”

Dr. Fitzgerald gave me a sudden glare, with a twinkle in her eye. “Stodgy,” she said. “We’ll see about that.” She approached me carefully, beckoning me to standing, then putting her arms around me. “You don’t have to kiss me,” she said as I held her. “Ugly old person lips.”

I laughed. “You’re not old,” I said. I felt her soft breasts pressing comfortably against my chest, as I noticed how beautifully rounded her rear end was. In contrast with the equally attractive skinny younger girl.

Crissy tapped her shoulder from behind. “The first thing we have to do,” she said, “is get you out of this ridiculous dress.”

Dr. Fitzgerald smiled, glancing behind her down Crissy’s low-cut red-and-white striped shirt. “Do you ever wear a bra?” she said.

Crissy shrugged. “Why bother?” she said. “They’re the same size they were when I was twelve.” I could see her little stiff nipples poking the fabric. “Come on. Off it goes, Dr. Fitzgerald.” She was unbuttoning the dress from behind.

“Call me Rhianne, please.” She extended her arms so the younger girl could slip the sleeves over them, one by one.

I was standing in front of Rhianne while thin Crissy pulled womanly Rhianne’s dress down over her shapely buttocks, revealing a lacy white bra, and cleavage through the lace. Rhianne’s breasts were round and full, aesthetic perfection. A small plain metal cross hung on a black cord between them.

“You have very nice mammaries,” I said impulsively.

Dr. Fitzgerald — Rhianne — smiled up at me as she stepped out of the dress. “I hope we will have good mammaries about this in the future,” she quipped.

“I think we will,” I said.

Crissy had paused in the disrobing, amused.

“Would you like to hold them?” Rhianne asked me.

Timidly I approached, gently cupping my hands around them inside the bra. She let out a trembling sigh. “Oh!” she said.

I caressed them affectionately while Crissy continued pulling the dress down over the slip. One foot at a time, Rhianne stepped out of the dress, then she looked back up at me. Her freckles were like a galaxy of stars across her face. The milky way.

I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Her eyes widened with surprise, but she acquiesced, lips only. Then when I started to break away the famous archæologist placed her hand behind my neck and forced her tongue into my mouth, passionately. We kissed for a while. My stiffness was pressing against her now. Crissy placed the dress on a chair and came up from behind me, embracing the two of us.

“See?” she said. “I knew the two of you would get along.”

Our kiss ended, and Rhianne stared at me. “You kiss OK, for a guy,” she said. “But I’m a virgin, you know. I’ll never let one of those inside me,” She said tapping a now very sensitive bulge in my pants.

“I understand,” I said. “I respect your choice.”

“How about… he can fuck your boobs?” said Crissy. “Meanwhile, I can take care of you, down there.”

Rhianne flinched at the obscenity, but then was thoughtful. “I’ve never done this before,” she said.

Crissy laughed. “I never have either, so there!”

“I guess the cleavage would be OK,” said Rhianne.

Crissy let go of us. “Dr. Fitzgerald, face up on the bed.” She pointed. “A hard cock shoved between your bazookas while you’re having an orgasm won’t do you any harm.”

“It’s Rhianne,” said Dr. Fitzgerald, letting go of me.

Crissy laughed. “OK, Rhianne. But first…” she got behind Rhianne and undid her bra. As it fell to reveal her lovely bare breasts and nipples to me for the first time, Rhianne looked up at me with an odd expression. I reached over and gently cupped them once more. She gave a tremulous moan of pleasure. I bent over and kissed each nipple, taking them into my mouth briefly one by one.

She looked at me again as we separated, and then down at her stiffening nipples now shining with my saliva.

“Face up. On the bed,” said Crissy.

Rhianne turned and climbed onto the bed, rolling over into the center, on her back. “Now slide down, so he won’t be hitting the wall when he fucks your boobs.”

Rhianne nodded and slid towards the foot of the bed a little. “Is that enough room?” said my boss, looking at me.

“Sure,” I said. I took off my coat and shirt.

Crissy had produced a bottle of lotion from somewhere, which she squirted between Rhianne’s breasts. They both laughed at the spurting glob of white gel. Crissy rubbed it around some, and looked over at me. “You’ll need to pull down your pants,” she said. “Come on. Show us what you’ve got Mr. Pharaoh!”

I undid them and slipped them off, along with my underpants. I was now fully naked, balls tight, cock rigid. Crissy was still fully clothed in her low-cut shirt and jeans, and Dr Fitzgerald was down to her frilly white panties, which now had a faint spot of liquid peeking through. The little spot was like a magnet to my penis, which now stood before me in full stiffness. But alas, forbidden.

Rhianne was mesmerized by my stiff member. Maybe she had never seen an engorged penis up close before.

I climbed onto the bed, and straddled the good professor, cock extended. She looked up at me curiously, mouth slightly open. Her freckles across her face like stars across the sky. She reached up and ran her fingertip lightly up the bottom of the shaft to the tip, where it encountered a drop. She tasted it, and raised her eyebrows. “Never tasted a guy before,” she said.

Crissy came alongside. “OK,” she said to me. “Now kind of stick it there in the middle…” I adjusted my position so I could push my hard cock between Rhianne’s full, welcoming breasts. They were a perfect size for this activity, enough cushioning to press against, but not so enormous as to be in the way.

“Now, hold them together like that, so he doesn’t slip out,” said Crissy, demonstrating by pressing Rhianne’s breasts together around my hard cock. It was liking jumping into an ocean of pure bliss.

“Yes!” I said, thrusting a little while Crissy squeezed me between Rhianne’s boobs. I felt a forbidden thrill, the excitement of two girls watching me get off. And I flashed on imagining that they were mother and daughter.

Rhianne watched my expression curiously, and slipped her own hands in alongside of Crissy’s, so now two girls were massaging my sensitive cock together.

Crissy smiled as I shoved against the professors chest, again and again. Rhianne watched curiously as my glans poked through almost to her chin, then retreated again and again. “Got it?” Crissy asked Rhianne. The latter nodded.

As I continued to fuck the renowned archæologist’s tits, Crissy slipped away behind me. Rhianne squirmed for a bit as Crissy extricated Rhianne from her panties, and then Dr. Fitzgerald’s eyes and mouth flew open wide as I heard Crissy slurping behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that Rhianne’s legs were spread wide, and Crissy’s face was plunged in the middle of the hairy beast. It looked like a finger was curled around inside to hit the G-spot as well.

“Oh, my sweet little girl!” said Rhianne. “Make mommy come like a good girl!”

I looked down at Rhianne’s face twisted with blissful passion as I continued to thrust. Her moans established a rhythm like mine, and eventually they converged, so we were both thrusting at the same time. Until after a few minutes, when Rhianne gave a big thrust and held it. “Oh Crissy! I love you!” I felt her trembling as succumbed to wave after wave.

That did it. “Oh God! Doctor Fitzgerald!” I exclaimed realizing my stodgy boss was about to watch me experience a messy sexual climax, inches from her dignified face. Somehow I lifted up, and the first drop went right into her nostrils. Her mouth flew open with surprise. Another squirt that landed right on her tongue, and another couple across the milky way of freckles.

As I settled back down gently on her chest, a drop trickled out, landing on her little silver cross, where it was fastened on a black string around her neck.

Rhianne smacked her lips. “Sample of genetic material. I kind of like the taste.”

Our eyes met. I was amazed.

Meanwhile Crissy came around and kissed Rhianne. “Now see, isn’t this romantic?” She began licking up the drops that had landed on the professor’s nose and forehead.

I unmounted and fell back on my back, exhausted. “Time for bed,” I said.

“Cot, isn’t it?” said Crissy pointing. “You’re already on the bed. Besides, we’re just getting started.”

FIVE

“Oh we are, are we?” laughed my boss, as Crissy licked my sperm off of her face.

Crissy frowned. “You’re not ready to quit, are you?”

Rhianne shook her head vehemently. “I’ll probably never do this again. Better take advantage while I can!”

Crissy laughed. “That’s the spirit, though I don’t believe you.”

“What, you think I would do this again?”

Crissy just smiled. “My turn,” she said, hopping off the bed. In a blink, she was naked. Her arms and legs were skinny like toothpicks. She wasn’t emaciated, just thin. She hopped back on the bed. A sparse layer of blonde hairs adorned her pussy. The nipples of her tiny breasts were both sticking out. She straddled Rhianne’s face.

“Hold on a minute,” said Rhianne. “I have to pee.” She slid off the bed, and this time she left the door open (why not?) so we could clearly hear the stream of urine as it hit the water. I was tempted to gawk, but my position of staring up open-mouthed at the ceiling felt like about all I could accomplish.

“So,” said Crissy to me, “How was that?”

I groped for words. “Amazing,” I said.

Crissy smiled, fingering her clitoris while she waited. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

I nodded.

“Why is it that so many beautiful expressions of love are forbidden? Nature is wise, but then Man and the Church have to come in and make all these laws.”

“That’s true,” I said.

“And besides, if two women loving each other is so unnatural, how come so many people feel compelled to do it?”

“Seems like a natural inclination,” I agreed.

We heard a flush and the sound of hand washing. Dr. Fitzgerald returned wiping her pussy with a towel. “I figured I’d wash down there too, in case anyone gets inspired,” she said, grinning at each of us in turn.

I blinked. I had thought that region was out of bounds for me. Maybe only for certain members. Rhianne tossed the towel aside, putting her frilly white panties back on, which seemed odd given her immediately previous statement.

Rhianne lay on her back at the foot of the bed, and slithered face up back underneath where Crissy still knelt facing the head of the bed, ready to straddle.

Rhianne reached up to gently stroke Crissy’s public hairs. “Now there is a beautiful pussy,” she said. “Have you ever seen Courbet’s painting, ‘The Origin of the World?’”

Crissy shook her head. I hadn’t heard of it either.

Rhianne clucked. “Girl, what do they teach you in school nowadays?”

Crissy laughed. “You were my teacher. You should know.”

“Origin of the world?” I mused, imagining God reaching out to Adam on the roof of the Sistine Chapel.

Rhianne sighed. “A vagina like yours is a work of art. A pure aesthetic delight. Better than Judy Chicago. Now come here with it, little girl!”

Crissy wobbled side to side as she walked into position on her knees and lowered down. “Oh God! Dr Fitzgerald!” she exclaimed as tongue met clitoris. She collapsed forward onto her elbows as she surrendered to the sensations. Her face and body flushed with excitement.

“Oh! Oh!” she kept moaning softly in her high soprano voice. Then after a while “Oh, mommy. Oh Dr. Fitzgerald! Oh! I love you so much! Oh mommy!”

Rhianne paused for a moment, glancing over at me. “Can you put on some music or something? People might hear!”

“Um, sure,” I said. While they resumed, I found the TV remote, and scanned through for a good station. I found a hard rock station that was playing Rush. “That ought to drown out anything,” I said, sliding back to parallel with Rhianne, watching her at work.

My boss was skillful and diligent, finger curled inside her partner’s vagina as the thin blond cavorting above her got wilder and wilder in her cries and passion dance.

Then the thin blonde gave a jerk, pressing her pussy into the face of the buxom woman with chestnut hair, giving a little series of gasps as the pulses washed over her.

Crissy was about to keep going, when Rhianne spoke. “Why don’t you let him penetrate you?”

Crissy looked over at me. “Lose my virginity to a complete stranger?”

I was blind with lust. Desire overwhelmed reason. “I thought you said you loved both of us,” I pointed out. “Which includes me, as I recall.”

“Hah!” said Crissy.

“Besides it’s less complicated that way,” I said. “I’m a virgin too.”

Crissy laughed. “Well well. Touché! OK then, get your little prick over here so I can lick it! And don’t worry about me getting pregnant. I’ve been on the pill like forever, like some good it does.”

I climbed up to the head of the bed and knelt so that Crissy could reach me. We all adjusted, and Rhianne resumed her good work. Crissy gave another gasp, then, leaning down on one hand used the other to direct my already hardening cock between her sweet lips.

She was good. She placed her hand underneath my pelvic arch, her fingers sneaking toward my rear sphinctre. Long stands of blonde hair caressed my thighs as I felt her teeth lightly nipping, and her tongue probing for drops.

Soon my spear was fully extended again, and I was drunk on the stimulation of her mouth on my sensitive parts, as the two of us gyrated together.

“Roy!” called out Dr. Fitzgerald. “Over here!” She patted Crissy’s fanny.

I popped out from the suction of Crissy’s mouth with a slurp, and she glanced up at me grinning. “Sorry to disappoint you, but not much of a cherry left. Too many dildoes have gone that way before.” The tip of my penis glistened with her saliva.

I smiled. “It’s the thought that counts,” I said. “Are you ready?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

I walked on my knees over to straddle the professor’s breast again. “Hi boobies,” I said.

“They’re your friends,” said Dr. Fitzgerald. “They like you too.”

“Really?” I said.

She nodded. “The presence of your penis in my cleavage improved my experience of orgasm, without a doubt. I never would have believed it. Now come over here…” She plucked my glans with her thumb and forefinger, directing me underneath Crissy’s butt. Now I was spooning with Crissy. I felt the sparse blonde hairs as Rhianne guided my stiff cock towards the moist opening.

Found it. I pushed.

“Oh God,” said Crissy. “Both of you. I love you both!”

Her dripping vagina squeezed tight around me. At first, resistance. Bit by bit I worked my way inside of her, until I was submerged to the hilt.

“There it is,” she said with a lusty moan.

We commenced a slow rhythm, deep inside, then almost all the way out again. Gradually it grew a little faster, but still oozing with sensuous pleasure, and deep each time. I felt the tip of my cock touching her cervix each time I thrust way in.

“That’s amazing!” exclaimed Crissy. “Feeling his cock inside me while I’ve got your wonderful tongue on my clit! Yes, oh yes!”

Meanwhile, I felt Dr. Fitzgerald’s hand creeping around behind me. Now she had a nitrile glove on, and she was spreading lotion in my butt crack. “You need a rectal exam,” she said, thrusting her finger into my asshole.

The good doctor was full of surprises.

Her digit felt soft and squishy inside of me, very pleasant. That is, until she reached in far enough to find some kind of electric button that amplified my sexual excitement by about ten times.

“Whoa,” I exclaimed almost shouting, in spite of myself.

“Prostate,” said Rhianne. “I’ve always wanted to try massaging a guy’s prostate. I keep the gloves so if girls prefer anal stimulation I can accommodate them, but there’s nothing in there to do this with…” she thrust again as she said that, and the electricity surged throughout my body, while I thrust deep into Crissy.

“Ungh!” I replied.

“Yes!” Crissy exclaimed. “I love how he gets a little stiffer when you shove your finger in. That is so good. Much better than a dildo. Or well, maybe just different. Oh! Wow! Yes!”

My boss pushed inside me with each thrust. She knew how to hit the button right on, each time, sending sparks from the base all the way up to the tip inside Crissy, who pushed against me to make each thrust deeper. Meanwhile, I felt Rhianne’s tongue wandering onto my shaft and balls now and then.

The Rush song (not sure which one) was seemingly interminable, but it grew louder and more animated as we made love.

I immersed my face in Crissy’s long, sensuous hair, finding her earlobe and kissing it.

“Ungh!” Crissy responded. Then all at once in the deep part of the stroke she arched her back, and I felt a flood of droplets around my cock, as the walls of her vagina pulsed around me, squeezing in almost imperceptible spasms.

Rhianne shoved even harder in my butt, and somehow the arcs of electricity flew across a gap.

“I’m coming!” I said, thrusting again, as my own spasms commenced, sending droplets deep into Crissy’s center. I felt my anal sphinctre squeezing Dr. Fitzgerald’s finger inside me. Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! …followed by a series of smaller spasms, pulse, pulse… pulse.

Crissy swiveled to look back at me, grinning. She leaned forward so that my cock popped out, dropping onto Rhianne’s face. Rhianne pulled her finger out of my butt, tilting her head up to grab my cock in her mouth, licking all around the tip.

“That tastes so good!” said Rhianne. “I never knew.”

“Some more right here,” said Crissy, backing her pussy over Dr. Fitzgerald’s face again so she could lap up the mixture of pussy juice and sperm. I heard the good professor slurping eagerly, hand still clad in the blue glove off to the side.

As I dismounted to sit on the side of the bed, I glanced down at Rhianne’s crotch, and the growing little moist spot at the middle of her panties.

“I have to go pee,” I said, getting up.

“Wait a second! Me too,” said Crissy, “Once you’re ready,” she looked down at Rhianne, who gave a final slurp and swallowed with a big grin.

“Go,” said Rhianne. “I’ll wait.”

SIX

I assumed Crissy’s need was greater, so she asked me to wait. Not quite.

She took my hand as we walked into the bathroom together, leaving the door open, then she let go and climbed into the bathtub, lying on her back, legs spread wide open. “Pee on me!” she said.

“What?” I said.

“Are you guys getting kinky in there?” called Rhianne.

“Just do it!” giggled Crissy. “We’ll take a shower after.”

I shrugged. “OK,” I said, climbing into the bathtub. “Then we can swap places.”

Crissy did a little victory dance. “Oh goody!” she said. “I had a feeling you’d be into it!”

As I stood over her the arousal almost made it impossible to release, but finally a wonderful stream of yellow piss arced from my wee-wee hose, landing square in the middle of her chest. She giggled giddily all the while.

“Get my pussy!” she said quietly.

I shifted my aim, and now golden drops collected in her beautiful blonde pubic hairs, running down into the drain.

“Now…” she pointed at her face.

I redirected the stream, so it ran across her forehead into her hair, then onto her nose. She had wisely shut her mouth. I aimed at her nearly nonexistent breasts, but the flow began to ebb and the last few drops fell on her pussy again.

Overjoyed, and sopping wet, she did a little dance again, then got up. “Now you lie down,” she said.

I did, finding myself in a smelly puddle of my own making. But soon it mingled with her sweeter smelling urine as she unloaded warm fluid onto my cock, leaning forward to direct the flow higher as it trickled down my butt crack, then finally stepping over me to douse my face and hair while I closed my eyes and mouth. Laughing the whole time.

When she finished, I looked up to see Rhianne watching us from the doorway, still wearing the same lacy panties with a slightly larger moisture divot in the center. “So many new things to learn at these conferences,” she said. “About these beautiful loving relationships.”

“It’s all about the water-cooler talk,” I said. “Sports jargon. Water sports. Water cooler sports…”

Rhianne rolled her eyes and went back into the other room.

Crissy and I took a wonderfully cleansing warm shower together, each soaping the other’s back, and sharing a few kisses on the way.

SEVEN

When we got back to the bedroom, Dr. Fitzgerald was lying, face up, head propped on a pillow, eyes closed. She was entirely naked, apparently dozing, and for a minute I thought she had sprouted a long, erect purple penis.

“Oh wow,” said Crissy. “That’s awesome. Have you tried it before? Strapless, right?”

Rhianne opened one eye. “Do you see a strap?”

Crissy giggled. “Well then.” She walked over and got onto hands and knees on the bed.

“The stodgy professor has some kinky surprises,” I said.

Rhianne opened the other eye. “Don’t laugh, sailor. This could go into your butt as easily as in her cunny.”

And it was going into her cunny as she spoke. Facing the head of the bed, Crissy sank down over the artificial penetrator, and gave yet another sigh as it penetrated. “Oh, yes. Mommy. Professor.” She lay face down on top of Rhianne as they kissed and caressed.

To b continued....

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