Dr. Jolene

CHAPTER 3: NEW BEGINNINGS

I felt as though I was waking in the morning, all cozy with a blanket spread over me. Only the sounds of movement and hushed voices were definitely not from my apartment and not normal for waking up to. I forced my eyes open to the memory of the debauchery I had just participate in with Robert and James in front of Mr. Washburn. They were all there. Mr. Washburn was sitting on the couch leaning forward toward me. Robert and James were standing just beyond him finishing dressing. I wasn't lying in bed but on the floor and the blanket I imagined was really an afghan.

I received three simultaneous greetings, "Hey, there she is."

I couldn't have been out for long, if the guys were just finishing getting dressed. I smiled with more than a little embarrassment and rose to my elbows, causing the afghan slip down past my breasts. My impulse was to cover up but then decided there really wasn't much need. They had seen everything in glorious detail and function.

"I'm sorry, was I out for long?"

Mr. Washburn's voice was soft and soothing, "Nothing to be sorry about, dear Jolene. What happened was amazing, at least to this old man." He chuckled and smiled. "And, it has only been a few minutes." He looked at me, the guys, and back to me. "Tell me something, dear, if it isn't too personal a question. Does this happen to you often?"

I looked at each of them and giggled. "Blanking out? No sir. Never. I have never reacted from an orgasm like that." All three of them were watching me, though I caught Robert and James exchange looks to each other with controlled smiles. I put my hands up to them and was pulled up to a standing position. Each of them held onto me as my legs felt wobbly for a moment. "Analytically, I might put that to two magnificent cocks fucking me and what you have provided to me. But..." I looked at Robert and James in the eyes, "to test that theory I probably need to perform many more trials." They all laughed, hearing clearly my intention.

Robert and James apparently had somewhere else to be as they nodded to Mr. Washburn, then came to me. Each in turn placed a large hand at the back of my head to kiss me deeply while the other hand fondled a bare breast. They each also whispered something to the effect that 'many more trials' would be their pleasure. Hopefully it would be for them, but it would definitely be for me.

Mr. Washburn looked at me and asked if I was up for a little walk. I assured him I was now fine. He said he wanted to show me something outside. I moved to where my clothes had been dropped and bent down to pick up my panties. He stopped me, that he didn't think that was necessary.

I looked at him questioning. "I assure you, dear. With Robert, James, and the surveillance equipment they had installed, this property is very secure and private."

He took me outside much to my initial discomfort and distress. He was so at ease about it, I quickly felt wonderfully free to be outside in the sun and light breeze while being naked and led by someone clothed. I surveyed the property as he guided us toward the larger structure separated from the house and I asked about the level of security. It is only for privacy, saying he treasures it that much. Entry into the property is very controlled. Cleaning people come in Tuesday or Thursday. When the landscaping and maintenance crew needs to come in, it is on the same days.

He held my hand as he led me, but when we stopped to answer my questions about various things I spied around the property, one hand might point in some direction but one hand often found my body at my back or ass. It seemed obscene and delicious. Not only being outside naked, but I also knew the feeling of slickness at the insides of my thighs was leakage from a combination of my own juices and the cum left by the two guys.

The structure was built very similarly to the house in the materials used. I was trying to gauge how large it was in terms of garages or storage sheds. At the doorway was a professionally inscribed and mounted sign, 'Washburn-Trent Laboratory'. I looked at him uncertainly and he opened the door and flipped the light switch. The interior was mostly a large open room with two offices to the left of the entry door and another door at the back, which he explained was to a storage room. The walls had lots of windows that provided natural light, but overhead were rows of lights, too. He didn't know what it was originally intended for, but he had new ideas for it.

"A functioning lab?"

"For you, obviously... I hope. I hired an engineering firm three months ago to design a lab for this building and it was remarkably easy to convert. Since the new projects are so sensitive and potentially ground-breaking, I hoped you might consider working from here."

"But, three months ago was when we first talked." He smiled. "You were that confident..."

He looked at me seriously. "Confident, no. Hopeful, yes. I could have discussed this with you, but I have learned a few things over these years and one is that sometimes taking some choices away and giving someone the thing they want the most is the best course to take." He turned me by the shoulders to face him, his hands moving up and down my arms. If I had temporarily forgotten I was naked, I was instantly reminded. "I figured you wanted to use your mind on these projects with limited oversight and intrusion from the company. You, also, want your body to have more and more intense experiences. I wondered why they had to be separated. We talked about them being combined, so why not in the same location?"

"Mr. Washburn, what are you saying?"

"I want you here, not just to work but to live. The three of us want you here. It only makes sense. This makes your work private and easier but the commute would be a killer. And why would you want to live alone when you want to experience new things?" His hands moved under my breasts. He lifted them, his thumbs circling the nipples, which became instantly hard. "I admit our motives are not altruistic." We both watched his hands for a moment, then made eye contact, again. "The house has so much room..."

I took the half step into him, my arms around his neck as I went to my tip toes to reach his mouth with mine. I pressed my body into his as we kissed. I pulled my head back to look at him. I knew I was dripping wet, again. "You've been planning this for a while."

His hands were roaming my body and I loved it. So crazy. So wonderful. Finally, so open and accepting of opportunity from other's desires and being open to experience them wholly myself.

"The lab, yes. The lab seemed like a good option from the start. You living here... that's recent. But you'll be safe to explore yourself here... both of you." I lowered my eyebrows at him in question. He chuckled and a nipple was pinched. "Both of you... the slut and the scientist. You can co-exist here."

I accepted, of course. The new me doesn't overthink these things. Then I looked him in the eyes, "Sir, I have sucked you twice, once to climax. Now, I can feel you are hard, again. I am so happy... and a little proud... how well this is working for you. Now, though, I would really like you to fuck me."

His hands were holding my breasts. "Do you have any idea how long it has been?"

I pressed my palm into the front of his slacks against the hard cock underneath and squeezed. "Then, it is about time."

I undressed him in one of the offices, placing his clothes on one of the chairs by the lone desk. When he was completely naked, I bent at the waist and sucked his cock even though he was already hard. His hands reached under me for my hanging breasts. I kissed him and asked if he wanted me bent over the table or lying on my back. Back it was. I sat on the edge of the desk, laid back, and opened my legs wide while rubbing one hand over my dripping pussy as I kneaded a breast. I was so ready to become his. After all that he had done, everything he had given, everything he has been to me, I needed to become his.

I reached between my legs and pulled him to me, his stiff cock first only touching my wet lips, then parting them, but finally, finally, sliding smoothly inside my pussy until after one long, continuous push, we were mated. I moaned and arched my back to press into him and he smiled down at me. There is a funny thing about giving and receiving. In its true form, there is no jealousy or comparison, there is only that moment of the giving and the receiving, the act of sharing. In this case, I had only moments before been fucked by two very big cocks. Now, I was receiving a very normal sized cock... and it was wonderful. We fucked comfortably and smoothly until I really needed to cum on his cock and beseeched him to join me, that I wanted us to cum together. He told me to let go and I accepted that and did. My breathing caught in my chest and my body tensed, my legs gripping around his waist tighter and at the same moment that my orgasm swept over me I felt his cock inside me jerk and pulse as he sent his seed into my pussy, coating my walls with more cum. I pulled him to me and crushed him with an embrace, needing to feel his skin against my skin as we both rode through our climaxes.

I moaned and kissed and whispered my thanks and pleasure to him. He gasped into my ear and I sensed his feeling of overwhelming and I was delighted to have helped and been a part of his experience. At the same moment, I had something of an epiphany. Orgasms are one thing. I had spent time seeking 'the orgasm' without understanding what I was seeking. I had planned and organized and manipulated, but Mr. Washburn was correct that I hadn't just been in the moment. Orgasms can span the spectrum from the overwhelming extreme of mind-blowing, body shaking events to the overwhelming feeling of your heart and soul wrapped in a warm embrace. That's what this was. And, I loved the difference these three men could provide to me.

* * * *

By the weekend my apartment was cleaned out of all my personal belongings including a couple pieces of furniture I wanted to be settled into my new room at the house. Mr. W (he wanted less formality but I could go only so far) gave me a room across the hall from his. The second floor was the bedrooms and was separated into two section by the grand stairway and two-story foyer. The side occupied by him (and now me, too) had two large master bedrooms, one viewing off the front and the other off the back, which was his. He didn't know why the original owner did that unless the spouses didn't sleep together. The other section, which was larger, contained four mini-bedroom suites with baths. That was the section where Robert and James lived.

The first floor contains his home office, separate sitting/reading/quiet room, kitchen/dinette, formal dining room, spacious formal living room, laundry, etc. with a very large deck off the living room. The downstairs, which is a walkout to the back, contains mostly the informal rooms: recreational (pool table, treadmill, stair-climber, weight machines and free weight), a media room with large screens for movies and watching sports, a large, basically empty room with mats the guys use for training, a steam room and sauna, and misc. storage space. It opens onto a large patio, pool, and hot tub.

Before long, my new lab was completed and ready for work. Everything I had been working on at the old lab in the Washburn Building was carefully collected, packaged, boxed and transported to the estate. I then unpacked, sorted, and arranged everything just the way I wanted them to continue my research and development in the new lab. I made sure they had collected and moved all my notes, research, samples, prototypes, and component formulations.

In the meantime, though, I wasn't left to my own devices too much. Mr. W and I sat down for numerous discussions about the project, projection of cost and materials for budgeting off the books from the company but still manipulated to be funded by the company. Robert and James had their own agendas for me, too. They decided that I was in need of some serious training and that they were perfect trainers for me. They broke it down in physical training and sexual training. Physical training was just what it sounded like and by the looks of their bodies and the equipment available downstairs I couldn't argue with them. They started me into squats with weights, which I knew were great for the butt; bench presses with barbells and dumbbells, which were good for the chest muscles; pull-ups (I needed a lot of work to do those unassisted) and pull-downs on the weight machines, which really worked the large back muscles; and a whole other regimen including running (outside and treadmill), stair climber, and swimming laps. I was sore after the first few days until I got into the repeat cycle.

The sexual training was a whole different thing. I had managed to take their cocks full depth in my pussy and I was able to suck them in my mouth but only to the start of my throat. I had experienced anal before in my previous escapades, but none of those men were anywhere close to having cocks like these guys. I was scared to even try anal with them. And, that was the problem in their minds. They had definite ideas of what a slut was and if I wanted to be a good slut, I needed some training. I needed to be able to deep throat (even their cocks) and I needed to be able to be fucked in the ass (even their cocks). That, they told me, all led up to big cock air tight: having big cocks in all three holes at the same time. The idea gave me shivers... part excitement, part fear.

One night the three of us decided on a good fuck session in bed. That quickly became known by us as a possibility of falling asleep together after. As we reached the top of the stairs, they led me to the right and I assumed we were headed for one of their rooms. There rooms were across the hall from each other at the end of the hall. Instead, though, they opened one of the other doors and stepped aside to let me enter.

"What's this?"

They chuckled. "We cleared it with the boss. He's letting us use this for our play room. It didn't take us long to set it up."

The bed was different from the others in the house. This one was pulled away from the wall and was a four-poster. Attached to the posts at different heights were heavy steel rings. In one corner was something that looked like a saw horse but with a lot of padding on the crossing piece. It also had rings attached on each support leg. They pointed to the two dressers along another wall. One drawer contained a large assortment of dildos for pussy and ass of varying sizes and lengths. Another had butt-plugs, hard rubber, glass, and shiny metal and many different sizes. Another drawer had cuffs with rings attached and I glanced back at the bed with new understanding.

"What the hell, guys?!?"

"Once we talked to the boss about this room, he added the idea of 'probing' your limits. We won't rush into this stuff, though." They had looks on their faces that sent shivers through me.

That night we fucked for three hours. I couldn't get enough of them with images of them using that equipment on me. I had never really considered getting into bondage or pain, but elements of it suddenly became interesting. James started in my mouth as Robert put me on my hands and knees. They switched for a while, then Robert returned to climax inside me. Then it was James turn to choose and he went for cowgirl facing him while I sucked on Robert. Again, they switch before James returned to send his seed into my pussy. I cleaned Robert's cock and worked on him right through my next orgasm. They took a break while I sucked on their cocks to rejuvenate them. When they got hard, again, Robert put me on my back. I gripped him with my legs, raising my ass to aid in his penetration, again while sucking on the other cock. This time Robert stayed on me until he came. James, fully ready now with additional sucking from me, hoisted me up while standing so I could wrap my legs around his waist. I reached down to aid in penetration of my sopping pussy, then hooked my arms around his neck, kissing him as he raised and lowered me on his pole. The contact with my clit was amazing and produced another shaking orgasm. Robert went a different way initially, to not be outdone by James. I was lying on the bed when he bent over, had me move my legs up past his head, then grabbed me around the waist and stood up. His mouth went to my pussy which was right at his chin. His cock was at my head so I opened my mouth and engulfed as much as I could. This didn't bring either of us to climax but it was exciting. He brought me back to the bed where we finished off with me on my front, pressed into the bed and him fucking me from behind with his fingers tormenting my clit. After one more break, I sucked them each off one last time, requiring much more effort to finally accomplish it. Images in my mind of being strapped to the bed posts with dildos and vibrators in my holes while being lightly flogged over my breasts and clit flooded my mind.

My physical workout with the guys were generally done with me wearing a smallish sports bra and tight-fitting shorts, though they teased me endlessly to do it naked. I relented one day and we only got a partial workout in due to being molested on the weight bench.

Squats had become a big part of the workouts. Some days were with heavy weights and other days were with light weights or no weight to build up endurance and form. One day when it was supposed to be heavy weights, I found a stool in the area I normally did the weighted squats. On top of the stool was a black dildo barely smaller than their cocks. I looked at the guys with concern but they motioned me over it, putting me into proper location with the bar on my shoulders after removing my shorts. The bar had only two -- 10# plates on each side (I had worked up to 45# and 35# plates on each side for heavy days) so this was like another light day... except for the dildo.

Robert stood in front of me while James went in back. Robert gave me the instructions for the movement, "This isn't a strength movement. This is all about controlling your body. To a large extent, much of all this is very beneficial to enjoying and giving good sex... endurance, control over your body's movement, flexibility, and strength. We want you to do your normal squats in perfect control of your body so you will feel the head of the dildo and YOU move your body over it properly so you can fill that hot pussy of yours."

I shook my head and started the movement. It was harder than you might think. Not being able to use my hands to guide the dildo and using your leg, butt, and core strength so that I didn't drop too fast, be able to stop at the first touch of the dildo, then move forward, backward, or side-to-side very slightly for the dildo to part my pussy lips and enter. Only then to control my further descent over the artificial cock. It was much harder than I thought and my muscles were shaking and sweat forming after only a half dozen squats. Then, I was told to stop and James was doing something.

On the next squat something was very different. The dildo didn't have a massive head I had to wiggle my pussy over, this time the dildo had a pointy tip that easily parted my lips and entered me. As I descended over it, my pussy was opened more and more as the width increased. I started moving back up but was told to move further down. Just a little further down I encountered a much wider part that took more effort to get in. My pussy enjoyed the feel of the invading cock and closed around it. This sudden change in thickness required me to almost have to push down for it to gain entrance. When it popped in, I gasped as a ball shape was now inside me. The shaft under the ball was much narrower. When I rose up, I encountered the issue. My pussy closed and the ball was stuck inside. The weight on my shoulders made the effort harder as I had to maintain some form to not overly strain some other muscles or joints.