3 comments/ 128102 views/ 10 favorites Number Three Love By: Radagast Chen Li was anxious as she entered the pub. She didn't know why she felt that way-she wasn't planning on doing anything other than having a couple of drinks to unwind while waiting for her husband, Steve. She was tired. It had been a long day at the office. She worked for a mail order catalog company that had fallen on hard times due to competition from the internet. It was the future and everybody, especially the catalog businesses, knew it. It made her job more stressful. She and her co-workers, Charlie and John all felt tense from the time they walked in to the time they left, draggin' ass. They had begun to quibble amongst themselves, too, something they had never done before. They had all three gotten along very well together for the four years that Chen had worked there. In fact Chen had even dated both of them before she met Steve, and although Charlie was kind of hurt that their relationship didn't develop, they all managed to keep things in perspective. Chen picked out the farthest booth in the back to sit and nurse her drink in. She melted into the seat, eased herself back and began the very serious business of relaxing. She hiked her skirt up under the table and stretched, spreading her legs. She was a small, thin woman, a classic Asian beauty-- long, straight, jet black hair, very high cheek bones and lovely almond eyes. She had thick, sensuous lips, a turned up nose, soft shoulders, and budding little breasts. She had been raised in a traditional hill country culture, and she didn't always feel comfortable in the U.S. She sometimes didn't understand the customs and practices that most Americans took for granted, and she got confused about what was expected of her at times. John, who was the first white guy she'd ever dated, liked to play little jokes on her-jokes she sometimes didn't get even when he explained them. It made her feel awkward, like she was being made fun of. He pushed her to have sex and she resisted. To her, sex was something to be taken very seriously. It was something her culture controlled very tightly and she retained those values. She wasn't a prude, she had had sex before coming to America. Indeed, she'd had very much sex, all under the sanction of her village's elders, including her mother. Her people weren't monogamous, far from it. They believed that everyone needed to express themselves sexually or they would suffer ailments and conditions that would hinder their happiness, and thus the well being of the village. She sat lost in thought of life in her village-she missed it terribly, the beautiful countryside, the mountains, the kids that ran happily along the paths. She missed her old boy friends... and she missed having sex. Oh, she had sex with Steve. She had sex with John too, for that matter, after he insisted. That kind of sex wasn't very enjoyable for her. It was too plain and passionless. Both of these men would climb on her in the missionary position and thrust away for a few short minutes, thinking they were satisfying her. She missed the holidays when her village held initiations for the young people. When young men and women turned 19, they were initiated into the sexual citizenship of the village. After this initiation, they were free to choose any one in the village to have sex with. They were even encouraged to choose many partners and to experiment with various techniques and styles. Chen had made the most of it. In fact she had performed so prolifically that the Y'an Society, a social group that specialized in training young women in the sexual arts, adopted her. In her culture, it was the women who gave birth, so it was the women who set the sexual mores and practices. Suddenly her phone rang, jolting her back to her comfy little booth. It was Steve. "I'm not going to make it, Chen, the roads are closed due to fog and I got myself a room for the night. I'm sorry, I'll be home tomorrow." Chen knew he was lying. She could even hear the party in the background. Steve was playing around with a student from his college-she knew the girl and liked her. If Steve wasn't "cheating" on her, if he had been honest with her, she may have approved of the situation and even taught the girl ways to please men that she'd never thought of. Well, maybe not. Steve was incredibly inhibited when it came to sex, and he probably would have felt threatened. Instead, he chose to cheat. She was ordering another drink, her third, two more than she usually had, when she saw John and Charlie come in. They must be here to unwind too, she thought. They saw her in the back and came over to the booth. "Well, hey darlin'," said John, "What are you doin' sittin' here all by your lonesome? Mind if we join you?" Before she could answer, John slid into the booth across from her. "Hi Chen," said Charlie, as he scooted in beside her. "Hope you don't mind." "Hello Charlie," she replied, "Please. I don't mind. In fact, I could use some company. "Hard day for you too, huh?" asked Charlie. She nodded. They had had to put together a specialty catalog in one afternoon-almost unheard of in their line of work. One afternoon! It was a lingerie catalog for a big California outlet. "Yeah, it's a tough day looking at all those beautiful ladies in their undies," said John. "I don't know about you, but I was getting' ready to turn loose, if you know what I mean." Charlie smiled and shied his head. He knew. Chen, too, knew. She herself had started imagining herself modeling underpants for strangers. "I mean, all that soft, pretty ass in all that flimsy silk... just kind of makes you want to pull 'em down and love 'em up, doesn't it?" said John. Chen glanced at Charlie. He was turning beet red right there in front of them. "Ha!" John said, "Look at Charlie blush! What's the matter Charlie, did I push a button? Are you getting all hot and bothered?" Just then a phone rang. They all three scrambled through their pockets to see if it was theirs. It was Johns. "Yeah?" he asked. Then after a minute, "What, are you kidding me? Well, shit. Alright, I'll do it, but you owe me, hear?" He folded his phone back up. "Well, kids, I gotta go. That was Frank. He wants me to drive the damn catalog over to the print shop." He stood, looking at his watch "There goes my night. But you guys stay and whoop it up!" He winked at Chen as he said, "Now Charlie boy, don't you go foolin' around with Chen's ass! She won't like it!" He left quickly, and they sat there silently, watching him go. The waiter brought them drinks and they decided to share John's. "Don't pay any attention to him, Chen, he's just crude." "I know," she said, "But those photos were pretty hot, weren't they?" Charlie kind of squirmed around next to her. "Yeah, I guess they were. Look we don't have to..." "John got it right though, didn't he?" She turned herself sideways to face him. "You got all turned on didn't you?" The combination of drinks and dissatisfaction with Steve were beginning to break through her normally reserved comportment. "Tell me what it was you liked." Charlie smiled shyly. "Well, it was a turn on, you know, looking at all those pictures." Chen felt a glow beginning to stir in the pit of her stomach, and she twisted in the booth until her leg was up on the seat pressing against him. "Tell me what you were thinking." She teased. "Pretty much what John said, actually." He lifted his arm to the back of the booth and turned a little more, letting her leg come in as tightly as she wanted it. "Were you thinking of rolling their panties down?" She smiled up at him, pretty almond eyes light and lively, deliciously wicked. She ran her tongue over her lips and swallowed hard. "Does ass turn you on?" "Chen, we don't have to do this. Hell yes ass turns me on! But, you know, we don't have to talk about it..." His sentence trailed off as it began to dawn on him what was happening. He smiled at her, meeting her gaze just as openly as hers studied him. "Does my ass turn you on, Charlie?" she reached over, pulled him by his jacket and lay her face against his shoulder. "You have a lovely ass, Chen." He put his arm around her, holding her. "I've liked your ass for a long time, you know that. Everything about you turns me on. You're turning me on right now, Miss Sassyass." "Do you want my ass, Charlie?" she whispered. "To keep?" He laughed. "Not to keep, silly," she gave him a little slap on the arm, "For tonight." She added softly, "I can tell you a secret if you want." She was getting very steamy, and Charlie could feel the pressure in his pants, like a fire hose filling up. "What secret?" "You can't tell anyone, especially Steve. Promise?" She nuzzled in closer to him, her lips brushing against his ear like wind caressing water. "I promise, now tell me." She wet her lips and poked her hot little tongue into his ear. "Back home I was in the Y'an Society." she breathed. "It's a very old social club set up by the women in my village. I was a Yi'nan, a trainer of Number Three Love. I used to teach young women how to please themselves and their men in ways that wouldn't create tensions in village life." She placed her hand on Charlie's thigh and squeezed. "Our village has been overcrowded for many, many years. It creates a lot of tension." Charlie pulled her tighter. He placed his finger under her chin and tilted her face up to his. She was as soft and dewy as the first blush on a fresh peach. "What is Number Three Love, Chen?" he hissed. She took his hand in hers and held it up to her face, palm up, and looked out to the front of the pub, making sure there was no one paying attention to them. She separated his middle finger from the others, and gazing deeply, dreamily into his eyes, inserted it into her mouth. She ran her tongue over it, sucked her cheeks in, gathering spit, and slopped it on his finger. She turned closer toward him on the seat and placed his hand behind her. She pushed it down to her panty line and tugged on his sleeve, making him go lower. He slipped his hand into her panties and forced it down over her ass. Her skin was soft and creamy, but he could feel the muscles under it, lean and strong, like a tiger. He passed down into the space between her cheeks. She nibbled his ear and said, "Put it in me, baby, hurry!" She draped her arm over his shoulder, blocking the view from the front. He pushed down farther, reaching for her warm, moist quim. He shifted his hand around, getting into position to slide his finger into her cunt. "Not there, baby," she purred, "bring it up a little." He brought his hand up, sliding it along the velvety valley behind her quim. When he eased between her cheeks, Chen sighed, "That's it, baby, right there." Charlie hesitated, his finger poised at the tight little orifice she offered him. He was getting very hot very quickly, yet still was unsure as to what she wanted. She pulled back from him far enough to look him squarely in the eyes. "I'm going to kiss you, lover, and when I put my tongue in your mouth, you push your finger in my ass. Can you do that?" Charlie nodded, caught his breath and shuddered. Still looking him right in the eyes she slowly moved toward him. She parted her lips, plump little plums, and gently touched them to his. He stared back, and when he felt her hot, naked little tongue probing at him, he slipped his finger in her, sending soft shivers up and down her back. She sucked in her breath sharply, releasing it onto his face, warm and spicy, steeped in some deep oriental mystery, long forgotten by all but a few. After a moment that seemed forever, she regained her composure, and smiled at him, his finger turning tight little circles in her ass. "Take me home, lover," she breathed, "I'll give you Number Three Love." Charlie withdrew his finger and his hand, and began to get up. She stopped him, again took his hand in hers, and again sucked and licked his finger. Charlie paid the check and drove at breakneck speed to his apartment. He parked, went up the elevator and opened the door to his place as though in a dream. Charlie couldn't believe what was happening, it was like moving through some strangely woven tapestry of ancient people and exotic vistas. It was heady stuff, having this slim, beautiful Asian woman leading him on some long forgotten odyssey of forbidden pleasure. She pulled him to her, and stuck her tongue in his mouth, a wondrous, wet little appendage of pleasure sent to him directly by some oiled, scented goddess from far away. She crossed the room, removed her shoes and turned toward him. "Can you get some pillows, love?" When he brought a couple from the bedroom, she had removed her skirt, and stood before him in her sweater and panties. Watching him, teasing him, she removed the rest of her clothing. Her nakedness bowled him over like an avalanche. She was overwhelming-confident and assertive, breathing heavily, and sexually as sure and certain as the waves that forever lap at the shore. She turned around, and looked over her shoulder at him. She thrust her ass out, and began taking tiny steps backward, making little cooing noises, as though calling him home. She lifted each leg, and moved, one time after another, and the effect was moving her ass in a circular, rhythmic motion that made Charlie gasp for breath. When she got close to him, she turned and went for his belt buckle. "Hurry, lover, get undone!" Charlie couldn't pull at his clothing fast enough. He fumbled and struggled and finally stood naked before her. She moved in closer, put an arm around him and took hold of his cock. She coo'd to him very softly, and looked up into his face. "Ooo, you're very big, lover." She turned around and moved a pillow to the middle of the room. She kneeled down and leaned over, pulling her legs up tight to her body and thrusting her ass high. Her legs were clamped together, and Charlie couldn't see anything except the backs of her tender, tan thighs and her heart-shaped, golden, glistening ass, beckoning to him like a siren. Right in the middle of the heart, riveting his attention like a hawk nails a sparrow, was the little brown button. He kneeled behind her and placed his hands on her thighs. Chen began to rotate her hips in tight little circles, luring him closer. "Lick me, lover," she oozed, and clinched her ass together, making the little button all but disappear. He bent close and pulled her cheeks apart with his thumbs. His tongue snaked out and pushed and prodded, trying to breach the little thing. Chen moaned and suddenly the pretty little pucker opened up and his tongue entered, slinking in as far as it could go. She moaned louder, and began to make little thrusting movement against his face. Charlie pulled back when he felt the little pucker begin to expand again. This time he watched as she pushed hard-- making it distend, like lips around a bottle. He could actually see down into her ass, slick and smooth, like some glassy tunnel! He was stunned! Not only had he never seen anything like it before, he had never even imagined it was possible! Her asshole blossomed right in front of his face like a beautiful time-lapsed flower opening in the spring! Chen began to make gentle sing-song sounds and whispered his name. "Come to me, lover, come to me now." He rose up and moved in close behind her, her asshole opening and closing as she flexed her muscles. His cock was about to burst as he touched the head of it to her deep, open cavity. Chen pushed back on him and as his cock began to penetrate her, she grabbed him with her ass, sucking him in as he pushed. She clamped her ass around his cock and squeezed, and Charlie began to groan. She gave several violent thrusts, nearly knocking him off his knees. Just when he thought he would explode, she disengaged from him and turned around to kiss him. "You like Number Three Love, Charlie?" She whispered. "Holy shit, Chen, how'd you learn to do that?" He was beside himself, breathing heavily and beginning to sweat. If she even looks at me again I'm gonna come, he thought! He tried to regain his composure, but failed miserably. Chen pushed him back, laying him out on the floor, his butt on a pillow. "First I'm going to do you, lover, then I'm going to do me." She turned her backside to him and straddled him, squatting on the balls of her feet, leaning forward to steady herself, palms flat on the floor. She reached under, found his cock and placed it against her. As she let herself sink onto it, she again opened her hole, grabbing him and pulling him in. She held his cock at the entrance to her ass, and rolled from side to side, pulling and pushing, until Charlie began to thrust his hips upward. She stopped and pulled her ass away and hovered right above him for a few moments. Then she dipped down quickly, letting just the head of his cock splish inside her. She did this several times, and it felt to Charlie like some kind of strange coitus, foreign and fascinating, and unbelievably erotic. He groaned louder, his breath coming in great gushes. Finally she let herself go, sinking down his cock to the root. She held the position, savoring her fullness. She clinched her ass tight, clamping his cock in her soft vice, and raised herself up, stopping just before coming off of him. Letting go of her grip, she plunged down again, clinched, and pulled back up. Over and over she did this, plunging down and clinching, then pulling up tight. The effect on Charlie was maddening as he watched her distended asshole trying to lift him off the floor! He couldn't believe it! She was sucking his cock with her ass! He never wanted it to end, but he was totally under her spell-he would come when she wanted him to, and not a moment sooner. When she was ready, he could stand no more-- he exploded in her ass like a water canon, the jism and the drool squirting from her constricted ass like champagne. He lay drained on the floor, watching the last few pumps of her vacuum ass sucking him dry. She lifted off him, and turned around, still squatting over him. "Now it's my turn, lover." She arched her back and scrunched up her face like she was pushing something heavy. She opened her eyes and looked directly at him, wantonly pursing her fruity little lips into a kiss. She opened them, making a little hole, and Charlie couldn't miss the resemblance to the little brown flower that blossomed in his face. She rolled her hips slowly and tightly. Charlie could see her stomach tighten and the cords of her neck strain with the burden. She was squeezing some secret muscles that made her come, and she released herself, her eyes locked onto his, oozing lust, even as her spent ass dripped on him. She collapsed forward on him, her chest heaving, making little purring sounds. Charlie could feel her ass contracting involuntarily. He held her close, massaging her sweaty back, and they both dozed off, Charlie's fingers resting lightly in the cleft of her ass. When he woke, Chen was already dressed, getting ready to go. He got up and gathered his clothes. "I don't know what to say, Chen, you'll never know what you've done for me." Her smoldering eyes told him that her hunger was only temporarily sated. "You're really very sweet, lover," she cooed. She touched his cheek and gave him a little kiss. "Maybe next time I'll give you Number Two Love." She winked and was at the door, pulling the knob. "And what's Number Two Love," he asked. She opened her mouth wide, forming a large circle with her lips and swallowed. She stepped out of the apartment and was gone, pushing the door closed behind her. Number Three Love Ch. 02 It was late. Chen new that Charlie was looking at her as she bent over the table assembling the pieces of their project. They worked together at a mail order catalog company, and often worked in close proximity for very long hours, creating the layouts for catalogs. They were the only ones in the office, but that wasn't unusual. She arched her back a little and pushed backwards to give him something to think about. He wants more, she thought, silly white boy. Slowly she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, making her ass move from side to side. She wasn't really trying to tease him, but she wasn't going to change her behavior, either. She wore silky dark blue slacks that clung to her bottom and revealed every curve, every cleft, every dimple, and to Charlie, every desire. He came and stood beside her, ostensibly to lend her a hand, but in reality to get close enough to smell her and taste her. She smelled like licorice-- the sweet, tangy aroma wafting off of her like heat. She was a beautiful woman-a classic Asian with alluring almond eyes that looked slightly crossed when seen from a certain angle. They were soft, but piercing, like the eyes of a child and a hawk. Her cheekbones were very high and her hair long and straight and jet-black, after the style worn by Oriental women before they were influenced by the West. She was a small, trim woman, solid from her years of weight training. She and Charlie had been working together for four years, ever since she came to the U.S. from the central hills of Thailand. She new that she aroused him-they had dated very early on in their relationship, though nothing intimate came of it, but it was their one night together a month earlier that lit Charlie up like a roman candle. "Can we talk about it, Chen?" Charlie asked, pleading like a lovesick puppy. He referred to her shunning him since their incredible night together. "There's nothing to talk about, Charlie, silly boy. We can't make a thing of it. You know I'm married." She looked up, sorry for him. She knew how he felt; she had this effect on many American men. The difference with Charlie was that he had sampled Number Three Love-- the first time she had given it to anyone from outside her village in Thailand-- not even her husband had been so blessed. "Charlie, I was upset with Steve, that's all." Steve was her American husband-the first American she had ever met-who had a penchant for bosomy blondes and indulged himself at every opportunity. Steve was supposed to meet her the night she had the tryst with Charlie, but stood her up and lied to her, to boot. Chen knew in her heart, and in her loins, that she didn't go with Charlie because she was mad at Steve-she went because she wanted to fuck, she wanted to fuck the way she had been trained to fuck, and she wanted to show white men just what silly sexual neophytes they are. "Damn, Chen, this ain't something you can just turn on and off. You are incredible, that asshole doesn't deserve you all to himself. And you deserve better, too! A lot better!" She smiled at him. "Sweet boy," she sighed, and turned away, busying herself with her work. Charlie went to the lunchroom to see if he could scare up some coffee that late at night. He heard the phone in the office ring, and he heard someone talking, but he couldn't make anything out. Having no luck with the coffee, unless he wanted to make a whole pot, he headed back down to the front. As he passed by the office, he saw Chen standing by the desk, her head down, her shoulders quaking. "What's up, Chen? Are you crying?" He moved to her side and put an arm around her. She shook her head no, but when she turned, she revealed her lie. "It was Steve, huh? What's he doing now?" Chen pulled herself together, smoothed down her sweater and said, "I don't want to talk about it." Tears still welled in her eyes. Charlie turned her a half-turn, and she fell into his arms, burrowing her face into his chest. She rested with him for a few minutes, seeming to gain control of herself. Charlie was just about to push her back a little when she said, "Take me, lover. You can have me." She put her arms around him and sidled up to him. She licked his cheek and ear as he pulled her tight, the light licorice scent and humor finding it's way to his senses. She shied her head and dried a tear with her fist. "Chen, I don't want you like this-I don't want you if you're just trying to get back at Steve." Charlie was resigned to serve his nice guy sentence. "In my village, it's impolite to refuse an advance." She half-smiled, "I'm not trying to get back at Steve, he offers me the opportunity to pursue my own desires." She wriggled in closer, looked him in the eyes and said, "Kiss me, lover. Shhh, just kiss me." Charlie leaned down and touched his lips to hers, little apricots, and licked. Her tongue came forth to wrestle with his, and they twined together like whispers and secrets. Her tongue tasted fresh and vaguely familiar. "What is that? I've tasted that before." "It's fennel. It's a spice that many of the women in my village chew." "It's nice," he whispered, "Is it like gum or something?" She breathed into his ear. "No, lover, it's for sex. It makes sex better. Do you remember what we did last time? When you put your hand down there." He nodded. "Do it again." She shinnied up his body, pushed her chest into his and spread her legs. Charlie brought his hand to her mouth, extended his middle finger and pushed it between her lips. She made her mouth gooey with spit, cheeks sucking in, and wet his finger. Charlie withdrew it and reached around behind her. He slid his hand into her pants, finding the elastic of her panties and pushed past it. He was beside himself. He had never experienced anything like what she had done to him. Not even remotely. She had used her ass like a mouth and sucked his cock. He almost came just thinking about it. His middle finger found the cleft between her cheeks, and slid down until it touched her tight little hole. She pressed her mouth to his, kissing him hard. Just as her tongue slithered from her lips, Charlie pushed his finger deep in her ass. Chen moaned, and began to push against his hand. He fucked his finger in and out as best he could, and she moved opposite him, meeting his every plunge with a thrust of her own. Charlie's cock shot up like a rocket. Chen moaned and began little grinding motions against his hand. "Let's go," said Charlie, disengaging his finger from her tight, little ass. He remembered what she had done last time when he pulled his finger out, and so, making a fist and stretching out his middle finger, he stuck it in her mouth. She looked him right in the eyes and sucked, her cheeks caving in and her tongue swirling. Charlie stared back, awed, and began to twist and turn his finger and pump it in and out. "God, you're beautiful," he said, not wanting to extricate his finger. "I could come just watching you do that!" "Don't do it yet, lover. I have other plans. Look, you go on ahead, I'll meet you at your place in an hour, OK?" Charlie hesitated, almost confused. "It's alright lover," she cooed, "I just have to do something that will make it better. Now go!" Charlie arrived at his apartment feeling very alone. Would she have second thoughts? Would she run into Steve? He paced his living room and pulled back the curtain on the front window looking for her car down in the street. When he saw it pull up, the hair on the back of his neck stood up, and his cock bulged against his pants. He saw Chen get out of the car, and go around to the passenger side. She waited for the door to open and it dawned on Charlie that she wasn't alone. His spirits sank. He was sure Steve was on his way up to kill him, but the person getting out of the car wasn't Steve, it was a girl, or woman, he couldn't tell. He was still perplexed when the buzzer rang. Opening the door, he found Chen standing with a woman-he couldn't tell much about her except that she was Asian and bundled up way too much for the weather. Chen answered Charlie's look with "This is my friend, Tran Din." Chen pulled her and began to unbutton Tran's coat. She removed it along with her scarves and sweaters, revealing a lovely young woman with eager eyes and pearly teeth. "She is from my village in Thailand, she is here visiting." Chen turned her to face Charlie. She was dressed simply in a tee shirt and short skirt, white socks and little cloth shoes. She smiled radiantly. Charlie could see she had nothing on under the shirt, her tiny breasts, such soft pointy pears, ended in hard little pebbles that poked her shirt. Chen said something to her in Thai, and she turned toward Charlie, bowed lightly several times and went and sat on the couch. Chen reached for Charlie and whispered "Did you miss me, lover?" She unbuttoned his shirt and slipped her hand in, running it across his abdomen. With her other hand she worked his belt buckle loose. "Help me, love," she said as she kneeled down. Charlie quickly undid his pants and Chen pulled them down. As Charlie lifted his shirt, she reached in side his drawers and grasped his cock sucking in her breath. "Chen, why is your friend here?" Charlie glanced at the girl who seemed to be preoccupied with her shoes. "Why do you think, Charlie?" she tugged his shorts down and stared at his cock. "She's going to help me do you, love." She leaned forward and brought his cock to her lips. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply through her nose, as though appreciating a fine wine. She opened her mouth and made a circle with her lips. She looked up at Charlie and made little sucking motions, but made no move to put her mouth on him. After a minute, she stood up, snuggled into him and kissed him hard, breathing deeply. Charlie kissed her back and wrapped his arms around her, letting one hand slide down on her ass. "You like my ass, don't you Charlie? You'd like to put it in me again wouldn't you?" She hissed at him. "You know I would, baby, I can't even think of anything else!" His fire was mounting. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, they soon followed. Finally, she pulled off her sweater and stood totally naked in front of him. She moved her hand to her mouth and inserted her middle finger into her mouth. She made loud slurping noises as she sucked it. She then placed it behind her back and slid it down her bottom. Their eyes locked, Charlie watched incredulously as she finger fucked herself in the ass. Quickly she moved over by his desk and set the phonebook and phone on the floor, clearing the top. She went to the couch and removed a cushion, placing it on the desk, and said something in Thai. Tran got up and came to her. Chen spoke to her for a moment and pointed. Tran nodded and scurried down under the desk and sat bent over, on her knees. "Come here, lover, quickly!" She pulled Charlie to his chair and pushed him down. She then climbed up on the desk, her back toward him, and bent over, spreading her arms to hold on. Her face lay on the desktop and her ass was raised high. Charlie wheeled his chair to her, careful not to run into Tran, sitting quietly beneath him. He sat looking straight at her delicious, gold and rose ass and struggled to breathe. It was moist and dewy, like a budding breast. The backs of her thighs were supple, but strong; he could see her fleshy quim tucked between them, lush and juicy, like a little kumquat. Staring him right in the face was her tight little orifice, a brown jewel set amidst her creamy skin. Charlie remembered what she could do with her ass and just about lost it. Chen began to clench her cheeks together, making her ass bounce around, beckoning him. She began to moan, calling his name. "Hurry, lover, lick me! Eat me!" She panted. "Suck my ass!" Charlie scooted to the edge of his chair, his cock straining, strong as a bull and dark as a storm. He could see Tran under his desk staring at it. He placed his hand on Chen's thighs, leaned in and licked. She shuddered when his tongue touched her. Charlie probed and pushed at the little hole, but could not get through. He used his finger, pushing it in to the first knuckle. He licked down toward her quim and suckled and nipped at what ever he could find. Chen began to rotate her hips and pushed back against him. Charlie felt it when it happened-he felt her muscles flexing, heard her strain and watched in fascination as her hole opened. Chen was heaving now, no doubt due to her passion and her effort. The little opening was pushed outward, revealing her darkest recesses. It contracted a few times, growing a little larger each time. When it was about the size of a quarter, the edges of it actually folded outward, forming a kind of rim. He could see down into it, at least three inches. The walls were pink, slick and smooth, and he could see them undulating every time Chen clenched. Charlie licked around the edges of the hole, slipping his tongue into her and lapping. She clamped down on his tongue and held it tight-Charlie was amazed at the grip she had on it. It actually hurt. When she released him, he buried his face in her ass and burrowed as hard and deep as he could. He opened his mouth wide and clamped it tightly over the opening and blew air into it. He could taste and smell fennel as he sucked it back out. He was frenzied now. Watching and feeling her ass burst open was almost too much to bear. He began gasping for breath and calling to her. "Oh Chen! Chen I'm gonna come!" She said something in Thai and suddenly Tran rose up beneath him and clamped her mouth around his cock. It took him by surprise. He could see her lips; pretty, fleshy little buds, extended down his shaft. With strength he couldn't even imagine she possessed, Tran sucked his cock like a shop vac. She looked liked a fish with her cheeks so inverted. Charlie exploded in her mouth, his fury flooding her and rocking her back. Tran quickly jumped up and leaned over Chen's ass. As Charlie looked on astounded, Chen opened her hole and Tran spit his jizz into her. Chen Clamped her ass closed and moaned. He could see her muscles working, as she swallowed up his come with her ass. As she came, Tran inserted her fingers into Chen and squeezed them against her thumb, making Chen writhe. Charlie was spent. Not only was he exhausted from the sex he was drained by the scene he had witnessed. Chen regained her composure and swung down from the desk, standing in front of him. "You did good, lover, you did good." And turning toward her friend said something in Thai, making Tran blush and bow her head. Tran raised her head after a moment, looked at Charlie, and spoke to Chen. "Tran likes you, Charlie. She has invited you to our spring festival." "Oh yeah? What is that?" Charlie studied Tran. She was a slight girl, very lovely and soft, with what he figured might be a very sexy figure under her baggy shirt. She smiled a big toothy smile at Charlie. "It's our initiation ceremony, where we bring young adults into citizenship. Tran is an initiator this year, and she wants you to come. It's quite an honor, Charlie, not many outsiders are invited." Chen began gathering her clothing. You should go, lover. You will be amazed. Tran is in Y'an, Charlie," Chen referred to the social club that trains the women of her village in the arts of making love, "She is a trainer of Number Two Love."