38: Friday July 17, 2100 hours CST: Stereogomy
Zach arrived at his quarters at 9 PM, a full hour before the official start of their sleep cycle. Colby and Anming were still at work on the room. It had sprouted an amazing amount of storage. Anming's Nobel diploma was displayed prominently on the wall. There were some other beautiful paintings and photos he had not yet seen. Colby was deliciously nude, the epitome of chocolate naked petite strength. She had just enough boobs and butt for him to know she was resoundingly fertile.
Anming had joined Colby in nudity. She was a few inches taller than Colby, slender, willowy, and looked pale in comparison to Colby. Anming was a light caramel, punctuated by her unruly tribble of a muff. Einstein had his wild head of hair, while hers was short, straight, and perfectly restrained. Little did her fellow scientists know (as far as he knew) that her unruly hair was elsewhere. She also had a bit of string dangling down; she was wearing a tampon.
They looked happy and relaxed in their nakedness. They seemed to be getting along great. His heart filled with joy to see it. His penis hardened with excitement as he regarded these two beautiful women nude together in his bedroom. These women wanted to own him together, sleep with him together, be his mates together. He felt profoundly blessed.
"Honey dog! You're home early!" Colby said, leaping into his arms, which was becoming her routine when he came home. She gave him a big wet kiss that tasted of marijuana wafers. Were these two ladies stoned? Anming approached and quietly put her arms around them.
Colby said, "We can finish arranging the room later. Come help me Anming." Colby climbed out of Zach's arms and tugged on his scrub top. A moment later, Anming's hands joined Colby's. He was wrapped up in his scrub top that Colby was trying to pull off of him. Anming was chasing them trying to pull down his pants. All three of them were laughing.
Some of it, he could tell, was nervous laughter. These women had never seen another couple have sex in person. Neither one had ever allowed a third person to watch them make out, either. But it seemed they had discussed this between them and had a plan that they were comfortable with. If they were in control, and especially Anming was in control, he felt more comfortable. Since Colby's request that Anming join them, he'd had a passing concern. Anming might be triggered by being with multiple sexual partners. The situation had only happened to her before in the context of her rape. That was the last thing he wanted.
As it stood, they were still trying to wrestle his scrubs off of him. He wasn't making it either too easy or too difficult. Colby had wrestled his top off and was now grabbing off his deck slippers. She threw them into the corner. Anming continued giggling, laughing, and trying to wrestle his pants off. She got his scrub pants off, leaving him in his boxer briefs. "We're going to massage you," Colby told him. "Get on your tummy on the middle of the bed."
"You want these off?" Zach asked them, indicating his boxer briefs. They nodded, and he took off his briefs. They made cat-calling noises. Anming said something that sounded lewd and appreciative in Chinese. He threw them into the open hamper where they had thrown his shirt and pants. He got to the middle of the bed on his tummy and closed his eyes. Soon he felt some oil and two hands on his back, Colby's. Two other more petite hands that had to be Anming's joined them. They ran their hands over his body. They talked between them about more things to do with the room. He got aroused. The wrestling and tickling was not particularly arousing to him. He'd done plenty of that kind of thing with his two older sisters when he was a kid. However, two beautiful naked women rubbing him with oil, this was different.
After a relaxing time, Colby had Zach roll over on his belly. His cock lay fully erect against his belly. She put a warm washcloth over his eyes. "Hmm," she said.
"Hmm," said Anming. "Distracting." Apparently she was referring to his cock.
"What should we do about it?" asked Colby. In response, two oily hands, Anming's, closed around Zach's cock. He took the towel off his eyes and saw Colby's beaming face and Anming's shy face. There Colby was, with her big eyes, cute button nose, big sensuous lips, and incandescent smile. She spread oil on his cock and grabbed it. And there Anming was, with with her wide-set almond eyes that drilled into your soul. Her long dainty face was punctuated by a thin aquiline nose. She had a small mouth and thin lips. Her lower lip held just a hint of perpetual pout. She was gently holding and stroking his cock. If Colby was the epitome of cute and pretty, Anming was the epitome of serene beauty.
"Okay, so you know about baseball, right?" Colby asked Anming.
"I know it's a game played by men outdoors," related Anming. "They wear caps."
"Women too," Colby explained. "When I was a kid, the way we would pick which team would go first was to do this." She moved her hand down and held Zach's shaft at the base. "Now you put your hand here, got it?" She held his cock with her other hand directly above the first and then removed it. Anming tentatively grabbed the shaft of his penis as indicated. These two prim, proper, and mildly stoned women were kneeling on the bed on either side of him. They were playing. They were having fun being with him together. It was utterly delightful. He felt so lucky.
Colby continued, "We would do this with a baseball bat instead of Zach's penis. The first one to reach the top wins." She put her other hand above Anming's on his shaft and covering the head. "See, I won, because I got to the top." Colby took her hands off. "Now you start." This time Anming put her hand at the base, Colby followed, and then Anming's other hand. "I don't know, it's close. I guess it's right up there. Okay, you win."
"What do I win?" asked Anming.
"You get to put your mouth on it first," replied Colby.
"But you won the first time," argued Anming, "so we should both do it."
"If you insist, sister," Colby agreed. Anming took off her top hand. The women approached Zach's penis with their mouths and kissed and licked it experimentally. They were like two friends trying to share a yummy popsicle without inadvertently kissing. They were sharing territory back and forth but trying to stay away from more than occasionally bumping lips or tongues. These women were driving him insane with their friendly tentative play. He looked down on them in utter fascination. It was mind-blowing levels of erotic. Colby began sucking on his tip while Anming wetly mouthed one side of his shaft. They switched places. "Do it," said Colby, and Anming pushed her spitty mouth down on his head. She got his head and a bit of his shaft in her mouth before stalling out. Her look was intense, but she had to back away.
"Lookit here, girl," said Colby, and pushed more of Zach's cock into her mouth, choked resoundingly, and backed off. "I know what I wanna try!" she said suddenly. She lay on her back on the bed, put her head over the side, and opened her mouth. "Now do it," she ordered, "Fuck my throat." He slid off the bed and stood up. He lined up on Colby's throat and thrust his cock in slowly. Anming looked on. Colby took more than she had with him prone. She choked and he backed off a bit. "Rrrr guh!" she said around his cock. It felt wonderful.
Zach tried again, slowly pushing in. Colby choked later. He backed off and came out of her mouth. "I think this would have to be a whole thing," he said.
"I agree," said Colby. "I'm rusty. It was fun to try, though. It really is easier. Give it a try, sister."
Anming positioned herself on her back on the edge of the bed. She sighed and said, "This ugly throat will attempt to open for Zachary." As he approached her, she abruptly sat up and then stood up on the bed. She walked over and turned on the dim bedside lamp. She climbed off the bed and turned off the overhead light. The light was much better.
"Oh wow, that's good," said Colby. "Good thought."
Anming took out her tampon and wrapped it in tissue. She threw it into the tiny trash basket they had wedged between two wardrobes. She got a big towel from Colby's pile of towels. She pulled down the blankets on one side of the bed. She laid the towel down on the sheet, climbed onto the towel, and pulled the blanket up to her neck.
"Is everything okay?" asked Zach.
"Yes," said Anming. "Sometimes when thoughts come up, I want you to hold me. I want both of you to hold me now. It makes it easier." Zach moved Anming and her towel over to the center of the bed and got in beside her. Colby got in from the other side. They hugged Anming between them. Some tears fell from Anming's eyes. He and Colby held her. Anming turned to him and held his face in her hands. "You will go with Colby now," she told him with a stern look, "and I will watch."
"Don't mind if I do," said Zach.
"Don't mind if you do," said Colby. Zach got out of the bed and got in on Colby's side. Anming moved over to give them more room. Colby lay on her back holding Anming's hand. He pushed down the blankets so that he and Colby were visible to Anming. He didn't want to hide from her. He got his face down between Colby's legs and licked her with a big wet tongue. Colby liked him to start this way with cunnilingus. Mmm, she smelled and tasted like fresh spicy oatmeal with perhaps a hint of weed. Her hips rocked and her breathing got deeper. He stiffened his tongue more and focused more on her clitoris.