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Rainbow Symphony

By: pucksboy



Prelude 

Mai Chang stood at the podium, facing the assembly of young musicians. This was her first meeting with her orchestra for the new school season. She had lost almost half her musicians through last year's graduation. Her eyes traveled across the group of her seventy-five music majors, playing the game of matching names to faces. 

She was the chair of the Music Department of this Ivy League school, and had interviewed each applicant separately last semester. The School of Music was the top rated in the country. She had handpicked all these newcomers herself. That was four months ago. A few faces were easy to recall. These were the bright achievers with perfect credentials. Her mind would need a little jarring to recollect the rest.

Seated at the grand piano to her left was Karin Sorenson, a talented artist Mai had chosen from several applicants. Karin was a flaxen haired beauty. Graduating last spring from a state college in Minnesota, she was an easy pick for admission . After hearing her audition, Mai had met with her in her private office last April. She had been seated when Mai walked into the room. This young beauty had the kind of shape Mai admired in a woman. Karin was slender, with the smooth muscles of an athlete, probably a swimmer. She had an outgoing personality, and a dazzling smile. 

Following a brief interview, Karin rose to leave. Her knee length pleated silk skirt clung to her body, displaying her exquisite figure to great advantage and accenting her height. Mai judged her to be at least 5' 11' tall. As the student left the room, Mai admired her physical profile. Karin's bra contained and displayed a splendid bosom. The thin material of her dress and lingerie didn't hide the fullness of her breasts nor their erect nipples as she turned to thank Mai. Mai noted the downward slope of Karin's ass as she left the room. It was perfection itself. Yet this modest young woman seemed totally unaware of these assets.

Mai recalled that interview as she glanced at Karin seated at the piano for the first rehearsal. Karin waited attentively for Mai's baton to strike the side of the podium signally her request for attention. Karin marveled at both Mai's achievements and appearance. Mai was one of the first female conductors at the college and professional level to achieve the position of department head. She had been and was still sought after as a guest conductor with major symphony orchestra worldwide.

At 31 years old, she had a look not much different from the members of the student orchestra who sat beneath her baton. Her hair was a shiny jet black. It was styled in a pageboy cut, complete with bangs and shoulder length hair combed under and resting on a slender neck. She had amazing almond shaped eyes, set in a beautiful heart shaped face. Her hands were tiny, like those of porcelain doll.

She was only 5'2" tall. Softly flared hips accented Mai's tiny wasp waist. Her legs were sheathed in hose with an iridescent sheen. The fabric rose up her legs and disappeared beneath the hem of her skirt. Several of her male students sat in the violin section to her left and the bass section to her right. Each could only wonder at what lay beneath. Several males wished their that fingers could follow the seam up the back of her legs to discover if she wore panty hose, or better yet, a garter belt. The tight fit of her sweater accented her breasts. They were small, perhaps, but striking, perfectly matched to her petite shape.

This day she wore red, a matching cashmere pullover and pleated skirt, cut above the knee. The color suited her Asian features and complexion. She was truly a "perfect package" and she knew it. Mai realized that it was the entire persona.... her skill at conducting and arranging, plus her appearance that had advanced her career to this point at such an early age.

She had married a fellow student she met in graduate school. He was attractive enough, and also an excellent musician and composer. They had much in common. They studied together, practiced music together and eventually slept together. They were totally absorbed in their musical life and future careers. Neither of them had had much experience in the rituals of dating and courtship. Their sexual performance seemed adequate and satisfying, if unexceptional. They were quite satisfied with the physical, as well as emotional parts of their lives, and upon graduation, they were married. They settled into the academic life, had friends on campus among the faculty, all very similar in life style. To their fellow faculty members, they appeared perfectly content.

In the last year or two, Mai had begun to observe the youthful enthusiasm of her students; the easy flirting that was simply a part of their lives. She began to realize that somewhere along the path that led to choices of career and life partner, she might have taken a wrong turn. The excitement and thrills that were part of youth seemed to have flown past her. But she didn't dwell on it. She simply accepted the situation as a small tradeoff for her exceptional successes.

Mai's tiny hand tapped her baton. There was a rustle of music sheets and squeaking of chairs as the musicians adjusted themselves and looked toward the podium. Mai had chosen Mozart's Sonata in C as a good practice piece for a first rehearsal. It was pretty and melodic, and for Mozart, quite simple. Mai's hand raised the baton, pointed it at the strings, and began to conduct.

Seated at Mai's immediate left, in the soloist position, was a new cellist, Zacharia Zama. His chair lined up beside Karin's bench. The black man was dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans. He was quite attractive, she thought.

Zach was a native of the Cameroons, the former French possession on the coast of West Africa. His parents were both physicians practicing in Yaounde. This was the capital city, with a population of 1½ million, and very cosmopolitan. He spoke English in a clipped British accent, flavored with French undertones. Most American students found his low-pitched bass voice attractive. Girls thought he was very sexy, even exotic. He was tall and muscular, over 6' 2". His skin was black, dark as ebony. His hair was short and curly. He had thick, full lips. His wide nose spread close to his face, his nostrils flaring slightly. His smile was wide, and his open mouthed smile displayed perfect white teeth. 

He attracted women without effort. It would have been easy for him to connect with a great number of fellow students. Yet he was reserved and detached in his choice of friends. He stayed close to his few African classmates, one from Gabon, one from Kenya. There were no female Africans at the school. While at University in Nigeria, he had been advised to remain aloof from Americans, and not to make close friends. He was told that the differences between races and cultures are often misunderstood. These misunderstandings could lead to conflicts, followed by trouble. It was difficult being a stranger in a strange land. Now in a graduate school in the U.S., he chose to follow the advice of his countrymen. This was not without difficulty. 

He was, after all, a 22-year-old alpha male, fully equipped.

First Movement

The Mozart piece was a familiar one to both Karin and Zach. They had played the composition countless times in undergraduate school. Neither looked at the sheet music in front of them. They looked toward the podium, following the beat of Mai's baton.

Karin glanced sideways at Zach. How handsome he was! A quick mental picture filled her mind. The two of them were lying side by side on a sandy beach, facing each other, nude. Her eyes darted back to the podium.

"Wow," she thought.

A moment later she glanced to her left again. Zach's attention was fixed on Mai Chang. He was at this point playing simple harmony, his eyes not even on the baton. Zach's gaze was slowly roaming over Mai's body. Karin knew the look. She had received it herself at times. He was undressing Mai bit by bit with his eyes. Karin squirmed on her bench, excited by what she was witnessing. She smoothed her skirt pulling it down toward her knees unconsciously.

Normally she would think that conduct was crude. Somehow, though, this behavior from the African sitting beside her created a stir of excitement. She felt the hairs on her forearms prickle as color crept under her skin. Her cheeks were hot. Her belly became warm. The beach scene returned. She blinked it away, turned to the podium and concentrated on the music.

Zacharia Zama was smitten. He had had his share of sexual experiences on the African Continent. There were the local girls, then University classmates. He had assumed that a good night of fucking would be at the top of his agenda while he was home on the school break. He had up until now avoided thinking about American women. 

By his own rules, the pretty blond beside him was off limits. Certainly the Chinese professor at the podium was also forbidden fruit. But he could not take his eyes away from Mai Chang. She was a beautiful, mysterious Chinese temptress, dressed in red, exuding sex and ready for...what?

Like most young conductors, she led in an active style. As she swung her body left and right, pointing her baton, her pleated skirt flew up and spread, exposing more of her thigh. When she reached forward to cue the horns at the back of the ensemble, he could see that she wore stockings, not panty hose. The upper seam of the hose was exposed briefly, now and again. If he watched carefully, perhaps the skirt would lift a bit more. He wondered if she wore garters? The thought excited him. He was playing the music by rote, and so was able to concentrate completely on her ass. Occasionally his eyes followed folds in the wool of her sweater. It bunched up beneath her small breasts as she leaned into the podium. He tried to imagine the shape and swell of what lay beneath. Was she wearing a bra? 

He felt his prick twitch and expand. It was trapped in his boxers and held tight by his jeans. He shifted in his seat. He slid back in the chair, lifted his ass off the seat, and shook his butt a little. His cock sprang free and lay against his thigh.

"Ah..."

He reseated himself. The small action did not go unnoticed by either Mai or Karin. Karin glanced to the side and down toward his crotch. But it was completely hidden by the cello he held between his legs.

"Bet he has a hard on" she guessed. 

Mai felt her skin getting warm. She directed the entire ensemble, but her thoughts were fixed on the black shape seated behind the cello. He was not reading the music. He had his eyes on her constantly. As she prompted the strings, her baton waved across the group. Any quick glance his way found him staring at her. He never looked in her eyes. He was stripping her where she stood. She felt naked. Sometimes he watched her ass, sometimes her tits. This stare-down had occurred before in other years with other groups. Actually, she would have been disappointed had no one paid attention to her appearance. But this time she wasn't snickering at schoolboy attempts. This time she was getting hot.

Karin noticed that Mai was hurrying the piece. The tempo was increasing at a point when it should have been more relaxed. This was a sonata, after all. Looking out of the corner of her eye, she saw Zach still performing his voyeuristic diversion. Was this getting to Madame Chang? She wasn't sure, but she thought so.

Zach remained totally wrapped in his fantasy. He was busy feeling her body with phantom hands, stroking her ass, straightening the folds in her sweater and patting her breasts. He again followed the seam of her stocking up to the hem of her skirt, watching for the skirt to swirl. Maybe he would get lucky and catch a peek.

At just that moment, she saw him, and knew for sure. As she waved her baton and led the music, she felt her crotch brush against her panties. Her hairy bush rolled easily across the fabric. Her pussy was wet. She was amazed at this. During sex with her husband, the K-Y jelly was always in the bedside drawer and at the ready. Here she was pouring out lubricant triggered by the stare of a student.

She was physically excited, even hot. She made a quick decision, astonishing herself. She would give this black man his precious moment. Then she needed to finish the piece and get out of there. This time she would end the coda with a flourish. She would have a momentary, final connect with the young black. They would share a personal moment, never to be repeated.

"Are you watching, Zacharia Zama?" She smiled to herself.

Mai raised her baton, indicated to the percussion section to be ready. The snare drum began its roll. She lifted her body on tiptoe and swung the wand forward, leaning well into the podium. Her skirt rose toward her ass, exposing her garter belt, its black straps riding down against her red panties, clipped to the iridescent stockings. She turned her ass to the left, only for a moment, flashing the surprised student.

"How was that?" She sent a silent message.

She glanced for a nanosecond at Zacharia, catching his eye.

The piece was finished.

Only Zach and Karin sitting to her immediate left caught the act. Zach was stunned. He had been playing a little game of mental masturbation. Catching that glimpse both titillated and embarrassed him. He remained seated, stunned at what had just happened. He did his best to mask his nervous excitement.

Karin knew the signs. Zach was in heat. It was exciting to see this gorgeous creature lusting after a woman just a few feet away.

She had a fleeting thought.

"Wish it was me." 

It was a quick notion, born out of the warmth she felt as a secondary voyeur. She had been watching... the watcher.

"Jeez!"

Mai made a brief announcement. "That was a good sight read. It looks as though we have a winning team. Let's break for fifteen minutes and regroup for our critique." 

Mai stepped down from her platform on the stage crowded with chatting musicians, and quickly exited the auditorium.

Mai took the short walk to her office. It was sparsely furnished, but adequate and comfortable. There was a small round table that served several purposes. She usually had lunch there mid-week. It converted to an informal desk for student conferences. She read and sorted her daily mail and assignments there. Against one wall were her computer set-up and a mini fridge. On the wall opposite rested some personal furniture. A sofa bed that opened into a lumpy queen sized bed sat next to a well-used upright piano. These items came from her parent's home, and were familiar things she used as a child. Most importantly, Mai had a private bathroom. Faculty members treasured these facilities above all else.

Mai hurried down the corridor and stood at her office door. Trembling, she fumbled with the door key, and immediate went to the sofa, turned and collapsed onto the well-worn cushions. Her head was spinning. She felt like a schoolgirl. The emotions she experienced, one following the other as she stood on the podium, stunned her. She thought back to the sequence of events that triggered the incident.

This new African student had affected her in a way she had never felt before. She seemed to excite this virile young man in a very sensual way. The episode thrilled her. Some primal instinct deep within her caused her to respond to his boldness. She actually flashed her ass at him. The memory caused her to blush anew. A crimson heat coursed through her body. Her pussy began to tingle again. She felt secretion pour anew from the crack in her vagina and soak through her panties. She pushed her open hand against her crotch and squeezed her fingers against her cunt's outer lips. 

Her thoughts flew back to the incident. Zacharia of course, was equally aware of what had occurred between them. But surely, it was a secret contact between them alone. The other students were concentrating on the music, she was certain. At any rate, it gave her a small comfort to think so.

She knew her body needed immediate release from this sexual stimulation. The thought of masturbation crept into her psyche. It was an obvious solution. She had not stimulated herself "down there" since before her marriage. However, she had never felt such a strong sexual desire as this either. She rose from the sofa and walked into to her treasured rest room.

Mai lowered the seat over the wooden ring of the toilet. She stood there for a moment, reflecting on her decision. She wanted to smile to herself at what she was about to do, but the feeling was too intense. Pushing any further thoughts fro her mind, Mai reached under her skirt and pulled at her red panties. She could smell the sweet musty odor of her pussy's discharge as she lowered them to her ankles. She reached for a hand towel that hung on a hook near the sink and layed it across the seat. Holding up her pleated skirt, she lowered herself on the towel and slid her ass forward, resting her back against the tank.

This was an activity from long ago, but there are some things that come in a natural way. She laid her right hand, the one that had recently wielded a baton, against the lips of her pussy. Mai's middle finger dove into the sopping wet crack and found her clitoris easily. It was already swollen and stiff. As she let the tip of her middle finger rest against it, a shock of shear pleasure vibrated through the depths of her pussy.

"Oh-h!" And again. "Oh-h-h!"

Her breath quickened as she began to massage the tissues within her vagina. She stroked her clit between her index and middle finger, slowly... slowly. She rotated her digits in a circle around and over the swollen button, feeling a new and different thrill with each thrust . She allowed herself to relive the moments of her phantom connection with Zach. She remembered his gaze as it enveloped her body. She watched the pupils of his eyes creep up her legs to her ass. Mai felt her tits enveloped in his sight. Her free hand reached up to a breast. She squeezed and fondled her bosom, tweaking her nipple, rubbing it briskly with her fingernail.

"Ee..ah....ee..ah." 

She allowed little squeals to leave her lips. The sounds pleased her and heightened her pleasure.

As she stroked the depths of her pussy, she discovered new areas of extreme sensitivity, giving her new pleasures. Her body writhed about her perch as waves of fresh spasms began to envelop her entire vagina. She was starting to come, but she wasn't ready for this bliss to end.

She recalled Zach's sudden shift in his chair, moving his cello forward away from his crotch as he adjusted his body. He was getting a hard on. She was giving him a hard on...just standing there... on the dais.

"Oh, my God!" She wasn't able to hold back any longer . Her fingers flew across her clit. The nub swelled. Her cunt was on fire! And then came the release. Wave upon wave of contractions wracked her pussy. Her cunt lips contracted against her fingers, as if they were a cock...Zach's cock.

"Oh, Zach... Zach!" She whispered his name as she came. 

"Fuck me, Zach."

And then it ended. 

A feeling of serenity replaced the urgency and excitement she had endured since she left the podium. Her ass slumped further forward on the toilet seat, her hand still in her pussy, resting against the puffy clitoris. Her skirt was a ring around her waist. Her panties lay against the red shoes at her ankles. Her head lolled back and rested against the top of the toilet tank. She decided to rest a few minutes, composing herself. Mai closed her eyes... and drifted off.

***************

It had been 45 minutes since Professor Chang had announced the 15-minute break. Orchestra members had long since drifted back to the auditorium. There was a general restlessness that permeates a crowd of students hanging around on a nice fall day. Karin looked toward the rear door. Nope. Not here yet. She glanced over to Zach. He sat in his chair with his head down. He looked nervous. Karin decided to check out the situation. She raised her voice as she addressed the crowd.


Rainbow Symphony On Tour



(This story will stand alone without reading Rainbow Symphony first. A synopsis of prior events is woven into the early paragraphs. This tale involves a father-daughter relationship and a female-female encounter. It contains a variety of sexual situations. Please pass this story by if this is not in your area of interest. I thank several readers whose feedback inspired much that this story contains)

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Chapter 1

Eric Sorensen hit the garage door opener on the sun visor as he cruised down the road toward his house. He stopped at the mailbox, grabbed the contents and turned into the driveway. The automatic outdoor floods instantly illuminated the front yard and garage. The interior of the house remained dark. Those warm signs of home life had been absent since Karin left for the graduate school in the northeast. That was September, two months ago. 

He was downright lonely. Until she was gone, he had no idea of how much he would miss her. Eric's beautiful daughter had slowly matured into a remarkable image of her late mother. She was a statuesque flaxen haired beauty. This hometown girl was as modest as she was stunning, a picture of sweet innocence.

Sitting at the piano bench during recitals at Moorhead State, the spotlight on her, she presented a striking silhouette. Her blond hair cascaded down onto her shoulders. Her bosom flowed smoothly beneath her blouse, her erect nipples marking the center of each breast. Her flat stomach accentuated her narrow waist. From beneath her short skirt, shapely silken thighs led to smooth calves, which met tiny feet, resting on the piano's foot pedals. 

Eric had hoped Karin would do her advanced studies here in Minnesota at Moorhead State. But it was hard to justify turning down a scholarship at an Ivy League school. Father and daughter had had a brief discussion about choices, but this was a no brainer. The advantages of the move far outweighed the selfish benefits of keeping the family together for a bit longer. 

He pulled the Jeep Wrangler into the garage, hopped out and walked to the kitchen door. As he entered, he was greeted by a melancholy "sound of silence". Simon and Garfunkel's lyrics had gotten the feeling of loneliness just about right, Eric thought. The hum of the refrigerator and the soft sound of warm air venting through the floor registers only accentuated the absence of human sounds.

Until two years ago, his family lived an idyllic life here in Northern Minnesota. Then came the dramatic change. 

The Past

Eric had a developed a good business as a hunting and fishing guide. Theirs was a fly-in, fly-out service geared to an upscale clientele. It was tough work developing a following. He and his wife, Anneke worked hard, turning first time clients into faithful regulars. Eric was an excellent guide. Whether it was large and small game hunting, or winter ice fishing for big walleyes or lake trout, Eric almost always delivered a quality experience for his clients. 

Anneke was a licensed pilot and also worked the hospitality end of the business. She did wonders with simple ingredients cooked over a wood burning camp stove, and was a skilled bartender at the evening pre-dinner get-togethers. 

They made many single client trips, male and female. These were well-heeled executives getting back to nature, away from computers and cell phones for a few days.

Along with game finding know-how, Eric and Anneke, or Annie, as everyone called her, was a dynamic couple on another level. They were tall slim blonds of Nordic descent, looking more like brother and sister than husband and wife. They were both in their thirties when they began the business. Now in their early forties, they shared those rugged good looks that only outdoor living can provide. 

Eric was muscular with a slim waist. His tight jeans encased powerful legs and a high rising well rounded butt. His torso displayed a powerful chest and tight abs through a snug t-shirt. Rough-cut denim cloth at his crotch could not fully disguise the powerful equipment beneath. 

Annie had an athlete's body, with long slim legs, boyish hips with just a hint of feminine flair. She carried an ample bosom well, and usually wore t-shirts and sweaters that accented this feature.

Both were easygoing and had a practical attitude toward modesty. In close quarters, living in tents for up to a week at a time, shyness was not a virtue. On hunts, important body functions were not easily performed privately. Quick clothing changes due to weather conditions occurred often in wide-open fields. Because of Eric and Annie's open nature, regulars usually left their reserve at home and loosened up considerably. By the second day out, body exposure became commonplace.

Occasionally, a guest would make a sexual overture to one or the other. These weren't crude requests, but quiet offers, made with small gestures or eye contact. Eric and Annie would confide these incidents to each other in the double sleeping bag in their tent at bedtime. Neither liked the idea of separate liaisons away from each other. But in the close quarters of a small camp in the wilderness, they decided that with the right person, a threesome could become a possibility. Eric and Anneke were comfortable enough and secure in their marriage to consider this option. They felt that they could turn this prospect into an exciting reality. 

Once decided, the option of a threesome with the right female came easily. A small dark haired beauty named Yvonne hired the Sorensons for a week of small game hunting in the wilds of northern Minnesota. A high-powered lawyer with an HMO, she left her husband baby-sitting the kids for few days to relax in a stress free environment. One night, a northern storm swept down from Canada. The air chilled quickly. The tent shuddered in the wind. The tent poles creaked. Yvonne felt lonely and vulnerable. She unceremoniously moved in with Eric and Annie. Soon the three of them were cuddled together in a two-person bag. Yvonne sandwiched herself between her hosts. What followed created all the warmth Yvonne had sought ...and more.

The male guests could be different. Most of them approached Anneke suggesting a private liaison after the trip was completed. Anneke politely declined, but acted flattered at the offer. There was no point in agitating a paying customer. Eric and Annie had decided it would be a threesome or nothing.

This new element added an occasional bit of spice to their trips, and actually drew this already devoted couple even closer.

It was then that their fortunes took a fateful turn. On a Sunday morning, one of the hunters in a party of four had an emergency call and had to return to Minneapolis immediately. Eric stayed with the rest of the group in camp. Annie flew off with the single client. The plane didn't reach Minneapolis.

No clear-cut cause of the crash was ever fully determined. The plane had plummeted nose first into a newly plowed cornfield. There was no fire. The impact was enough to kill the two on board instantly.

Insurance covered the cost of the plane and the client lawsuit. Life and business resumed within a month. There was a brief period of shock and mourning. Father and daughter held together remarkably well. Eric knew he had to stay focused. Karin needed security and stability in her life. 

At least they had each other.

After Karin left for the northeast, a pall of loneliness blanketed the Sorenson house. At work, Eric seemed unchanged, perhaps a bit more reserved. He performed his duties well and pleased his clients as usual. When he was alone, away from camp, Eric retreated into solitude. He drew within himself, conjuring up twenty-five years of memories, daydreaming. When he was home most evenings, he dug out old photos and family videos, reliving the good times.

The Present

He had shopped all day for provisions for the upcoming winter fishing season. After unloading the Jeep, he entered the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Eric settled into a wooden chair and put his supper on the table. It was an Italian sub he had bought on the way home. He popped the lid on the can of beer and took a swig.

There was a small pile of mail to sort. He rifled through the pack, separating the junk mail and tossing it to one side. There were a few bills and a couple of business inquiries.

Eric picked up a printed post card. It was a reminder from Karin's school of the upcoming concert at Moorhead State. The Professor of Music had fitted in a visit to Moorhead for the concert orchestra at Karin's graduate school. This was the first time this small State college would have the honor of hosting such a renowned ensemble. 

Eric knew from e-mails that Karin and Mai Chang, her professor and conductor of the orchestra had become close friends. She was sure this relationship had something to do with the choice of Moorhead as part of the tour. 

He had received a few e-mail photos of Madam Chang, Karin and a black African foreign student posing together. The black student was a cellist in the orchestra. The conductor was obviously Asian, probably Chinese. It pleased Eric that his daughter was able to make friends with young people from such diverse backgrounds. In the Sorenson's hometown, there were few blacks or Asians in the local population.

Karin was to be soloist in the first piece. Mai Chang had chosen Edvard Grieg's piano Concerto in A Minor. Grieg was a national hero in Norway. People of Scandinavian descent everywhere revered the composer. Playing Grieg in northern Minnesota could be likened to featuring Wynton Marsalis at the Apollo Theater in Harlem. This choice was a guaranteed crowd pleaser.

As he read and reread the card, a smile broke through on his lips, the first in a long time. His sweet daughter was coming home, and on a triumphant visit. She and Mai Chang would be staying with him in his and Karin's own home. It excited him beyond words. His naïve, innocent daughter and her mentor, a talented and obviously adorable little Asian lady would be spending all their off hours with him.

He would stock up on the local foods that Karin surely missed. There would be smoked trout, and fresh caught whitefish. He would buy fresh blueberry muffins, Minnesota's favorite breakfast treat. There was already some Aquavit in the cupboard. Scandinavia's answer to vodka was a guaranteed icebreaker. 

Had Mai ever had Spam? He would ask.

What else would he need to make them comfortable? He would think about it.

Unfortunately, their other friend, the black cellist, was off on an internship in Philadelphia, studying with a group of West Africans. He had been looking forward to meeting him. 

"Well", Eric thought, "I'll just have to be a temporary stand-in for Zach in this trio of close friends."

A wicked thought flashed across his mind. As quickly as it appeared, he attempted to erase it.

He cautioned himself. "Don't go there...ever."

But the notion lingered.

Chapter Two

Karin and Mai were sitting side by side on the sofa in Mai's office. As Chair of the Music Department, as well as the conductor of the school orchestra, it was Mai's job to choose the members of the tour group. Some students were off on internships with other school orchestras. But most stayed in town, preferring to study under Mai Chang's baton. There were enough quality musicians still around to make up a fine ensemble for the brief tour.

Spread out on the coffee table in front of them was a spreadsheet of the orchestra setup, indicating each chair with a square. Mai and Karin inserted musician's names in the few empty slots.

"We'll sure miss Zach" Mai said.

He was the ensemble's star cellist. There were others to fill the slot. But none could take Zach's place in the ongoing threesome that had developed between Mai, Karen and himself. A small silent flirtation that had started between Mai, the conductor and Zach, the cellist blossomed quickly. This was mostly due to the clever manipulation of Karin Sorenson. This angelic appearing concert pianist was in fact a talented master engineer. Fanning the flames of their animal hunger, she set up a clandestine meeting between the two, fostering a sensual romance which neither had the will to resist. Once she had wangled them into a state of sheer lust, intense fucking between the two easily ensued. At the height of their mindless fornication, she easily inserted herself into the mix. 

After two months of frequent rendezvous, they shared the most creative sex any of the three could have imagined. 

Now "the cock had flown the coop".

"Maybe the break will do us good." 

Karin didn't really mean what she said. It was a mechanical response. They had enjoyed sharing that fantastic stud that possessed a huge and talented piece of equipment. His endurance was remarkable. His cock never seemed to quit. 

Yet they also enjoyed the shared feminine lovemaking that was part of the mix. Each woman had learned how to enhance the orgasm of the other. As male and female worked toward their peak each woman knew instinctively which button to push, and exactly when to push it. They knew where to touch, where to kiss, where to place a tongue. In this small office, where the three often met, muffling their cries of ecstasy was a major effort.

Zach was gone only a day, and they already missed their fuckmaster.

Mai was crestfallen. "I got so used to it, the whole scene. It was so nice, so uncomplicated....so comfortable."

Karin thought about the first time they connected. "Yeah, it was easy once we got going, wasn't it?"

Mai spoke quickly. "It was you that got it going. I owe you so much. I never knew how intense and hot great sex could be." She was silent for a moment. 

Then, " Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a first experience with a new sexy guy? The first time was the best. The rest were all good, but I haven't come four times in one session since that first threesome."

"Anyone else in the orchestra appeal to you, Madam Chang?" Karin asked, switching to Mai's formal title in jest.

Mai allowed a nervous chuckle to escape her lips. 

"One Romeo in the group is enough to keep track of. One more in the mix could be become British farce, with people running around from one dorm room to another, slamming doors and hiding in closets."

Karen joined in the mirth and laughed softly. She put her arm round Mai's shoulder and gave her a hug. She started to kiss Mai's cheek when Mai turned her head and crushed her mouth against Karin's.

A muffled "Mm-mm" escaped from Karin's mouth, and then was silenced as Mai's tongue passed through Karin's parted lips. Her tongue reached for the tip of Karin's. Mai immediately tasted that combination of sweetness and salt in Karin's mouth. Although she had savored it before, it always came as a new surprise. She sucked Karin's saliva into her own mouth with a slurping sound, moaning as she did so.

Mai's belly felt hot. Her crotch began to itch. She felt lubricating juices seeping out of her pussy. The outer lips puffed.

"Ohh-h-h." She murmured, squeezing her thighs together.

Mai knew that the "sounds of sex" excited Karin, and so she embroidered her responses, sucking loudly and groaning into Karin's mouth. 

Karin loved kissing Mai. She remembered their first kiss, with Karin being the aggressor and Mai the submissive one. Over time, Mai had learned "her lessons in love" well. Karin leaned her head against the sofa and pulled Mai's head against hers. Their mouths crushed together leaving no open space between their lips. A scent of spices and flowers wafted into Karin's nostrils, intoxicating her. It was Mai's cologne. 

Mai pushed her tiny breasts against the fullness of Karin's bosom. Karin inhaled sharply through her lips, vacuuming Mai's tongue into her mouth. She swirled her tongue rapidly up and around Mai's. She licked the underside of Mai's tongue in a fluttering motion.

Through her closed mouth, Mai responded with the sounds of her intense pleasure. Karin reached down between Mai's legs. She lifted the front of her plaid skirt. Her fingers crept along Mai's thighs, spreading them as she pushed her wrist between them. She found the doubled cloth of the crotch pad on Mai's panties and pulled it to one side. Karin's fingers groped through the thick black hairs over Mai's pussy. The thatch was damp and sticky with pre-cum. 

Mai grabbed at the hair behind Karin's neck, filling her fingers with Karin's flaxen strands. Mai's thighs opened and closed over Karen's hand in anticipation of what was to come. Karin's middle finger found its mark. The finger slipped easily through the moist outer lips and slid up to the top of Mai's crease, finding the clitoris. He fingernail slid across the nub.

"Ai..hh!' A muffled scream of pleasure came from Mai's throat through clenched teeth. 

Karin felt the first small quiver within Mai's pussy that preceded a small orgasm. Karen had remarked once that Mai was a "machine-gun girl." Mai seemed sometimes to be insatiable, climaxing several times in quick succession until reaching the final throes of the Big O.

As Karin fingered Mai, she continued to inhale the smell of Mai's personal scent, the taste of her mouth and the texture of her tongue. She was grooving, becoming more animated as she began a rhythm of massage within Mai's honey pot. Her fingers knew the drill. They had been here before. Karin bent her finger and hooked it just inside the upper part of Mai's crease. She locked her finger in the fold and began a systematic rubbing against Mai's clit.

Mai's animated growls and mewing of delight, signaled her progress toward the final contractions of total release. Mai's crotch responded with little thrusts against Karin's manipulations. Mai's movements grew more rapid. Mai's fingers in Karin's hair groped and quivered as she felt mini-orgasms pulsate within her pussy. Then came the time that Karin knew Mai was ready. She also knew how uncontrollable Mai could be when she started her final thrusts.

Karin laid her whole hand against Mai's crotch and inserted another finger into Mai's vagina, like a mini penis. Mai had a very small cervix, which couldn't accept much more than just the head and an inch or so of a penis. Karin's fingers worked wonders in the small space. Mai raised her ass to meet Karin's hand. Karin realized she needed to exercise more control. 

She moved her body over Mai's, pinning her ass to the sofa. All the while, both women continued kissing and tonguing. Karen's own excitement elicited unconscious little moans from her own mouth. These new sounds sent shivers through Mai's entire body. Mai began to emit a series of muffled cries and whimpers. In turn, Karin responded with increased passion, playing her fingers in Mai's pussy like a musical instrument. She worked her way in and around the sticky, well-soaked opening, seeking just the right spot to achieve the best result. 

Mai's slowly turned a primal creature, mindlessly seeking release from the increased pressure and contractions in her pussy. She broke away from the kiss and began panting heavily. Guttural sounds escaped from deep within her throat.

Each stroke of Karin's fingers brought a response.

"Uggghh....ugghh..." Then, "Fuck me...fuck me...fuck...fuck."

Karin cautioned, "Shh, Mai. Hush."

She knew the warning was fruitless. She just hoped no one passing in the hall heard them.

Mai's psyche left this world. She imagined her cervix held a pool of lubricant. A huge beautiful man, muscular, strong and virile was gently bending over her. She looked between his legs. She watched his limp penis swell as it filled with blood. It elongated and grew in girth. The helmet of his prick glowed red, then purple, and then crimson. The cock was now huge. She spread her legs. His massive machine hovered above her crease, pushing against the outer lips. It slowly slid in through Mai's ever-widening gap. The cock seemed to move almost endlessly into her body, finally sinking its full length up to the hilt.




Rainbow Symphony On Tour



Aiiigh....aaiigh."

Karin moved her fingers expertly in and around the swollen mound. She looked down at Mai's face, watching as excitement turned to joy, and then utter rapture.

The increasing spasms in her pussy jolted Mai back to the present. 

"Karin, I am coming. I am coming."

"I know, sweetie. Mai, I'm watching you. Come hard for me, baby. Give me a good show."

Karin, the ultimate voyeur, loved this part.

Mai writhed beneath the weight of Karin's body, but she was pinned tight and was thoroughly entrapped. Karin's looked down at Mai. Mai's eyes were squeezed shut. Karin watched as Mai's lips ground together and curled into a snarl. Mai continued her babble of inaudible words and guttural noises.

Mai's contractions grew stronger. They came closer together. Karin felt Mai's entire body beneath her give one collective shudder. She put her lips tight against Mai's, partly out of passion, partly to muffle Mai's final cries of ecstasy.

Mai fell silent. She lay limp beneath Karin's weight. She had come.

Karin rolled off Mai, her back lying against the sofa. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, a bit glazed over. She felt hot, the heat of unrelieved sexual passion. She had enjoyed every moment of the experience, watching and sharing in Mai's pleasure. Some women can take joy in their ability to share their most innermost feelings with one another. These two had such a bond.

Karin needed physical release. If Mai were exhausted sexually, she would find relief in her dorm room later, alone. She absently opened the fly front of her jeans. She laid her hand against her crotch, her open fingers against the slit in her vagina. Through her panties she rubbed her middle finger along the crease. It didn't excite her further, but the pressure offered a satisfying distraction.

Mai had not stirred since she had come. She turned her head lazily toward Karin. She glanced down at Karin's lap, at the open fly in her jeans, at her hand on her crotch.

"Need some help?"

"No, it's OK, sweetie. Enjoy your afterglow."

"I'll enjoy it more watching you get hot."

"I'm already on my way." Karin lifted her hand from her crotch and pushed down at the hem of her panties, exposing her vagina.

Mai rolled off the sofa in a single motion and squatted between Karin's legs.

"Lay back." 

Karin laid her hands beside her hips. She was perfectly willing to allow this little Asian vixen do her job. She had experienced Mai's efforts before. A shiver rolled through her body. She squeezed her shoulders forward and momentarily jammed her thighs together, then went limp again 

"Raise your hips, honey."

Karin dutifully lifted her ass from the cushion. Mai pulled at the legs of Karin's jeans and pulled them down to her feet. She took the waistband of Karin's panties in her fingers and lowered them to join the jeans. With one quick pull, the stripped clothing came off Karin's ankles and flew over Mai's head to the floor behind her.

"Spread your legs."

Karin obeyed, moving her thighs wide apart. Mai's eyes were directly in line with Karin's pussy.

She looked up at Karin. Karin's eyes were closed. Her face was aglow with the pink tint of sexual excitement.

"Ready?"

"Yeah..."

Mai whispered tenderly, "Hand or mouth?"

The response was a murmur. "Mouth." Just the question alone kindled a spark of fire in Karin's cunt.

Mai leaned forward, her mouth close to Karin's pussy. The outer lips reddened and expanded with blood as Mai watched.

"Your pussy is so beautiful. It's budding like a flower, and it's red as a rose."

"You're so sweet", Karin whimpered, pushing her pussy against Mai's parted lips. "That's what my Dad said about my Mom's."

Mai lifted her head in surprise. "How did you know that?"

"U-m-m, I'll tell you later. Will you please stop talking and eat me? Stick your tongue up my pussy."

Mai put her tiny fingers on each side of the swollen vaginal lips and held them apart. She opened her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and flattened itself against the center of the crease. Mai's mouth worked its way to the top of the slit. There it met the clitoris. It was a swollen peak, fully erect, like a small penis. Her tongue worked its way to the top of the peak.

"Ee..aaiigh."

That first contact was a delicious electric shock, an unusual combination of pleasure and pain. This is the feeling that every lover seeks, craves for during sexual contact. Karin always loved that very first flash of delight.

"Oh," she thought. "This is going to be a good one."

Mai closed her tiny mouth against the nubbin, sucking fiercely, creating a vacuum against Karin's clit. The pearl in her mouth felt like the nipple on a breast. Mai sucked, like a baby suckling a mother, searching for its milk.

The sensation between Karin's legs was wonderfully unbearable. She grabbed gobs of dense hair behind Mai's head and jammed Mai's face into her crotch. Mai lifted her forehead and nose away from Karin's pussy, allowing herself some breathing room. She knew she had to maintain her mouth's contact with the clit it still held captive. She couldn't allow the spell to be broken.

Mai's tongue began beating a rhythm against Karin's peak with her tongue. Mai worked at her target like a clarinetist, applying vibrato to the wooden reed on an instrument's mouthpiece. As Karin's hips began to buck uncontrollably, Mai tightened her grip and moved as one with Karin. The two of them worked in unison toward their goal.

Karin had already been physically psyched during her fingering of Mai and her partner's eventual orgasm. She was coming to her climax quickly. Mai could sense the contractions deep in Karin's cunt and up her belly that indicated the end was near.

"This will be a quickie," she thought, a bit amused.

The two of them thrashed about together, Karin's ass rising from the sofa. Mai's mouth was locked against Karin's pussy, held tightly in place by Karin's hands. A marked tightening in Karin's belly and a sharp contraction deep in her cervix indicated the final moment was near. Mai continued her tongue's fierce fluttering motion against the mound in her mouth.

"It's starting. Oh, God, I'm coming. ..Madame Chang...Maestro ..Oh, Mai...my little Mai... Suck it...Fuck my cunt... Eat me... Arrgghh."

Karin raised her hips fully off the sofa and held that position for a few seconds. Mai held on, staying with her captive pussy. Karin's ass finally dropped back down on the cushion. She was done. Mai lay in place, her lips still around Karin's clit, but without moving. After a minute, she raised her head and glanced up at Karin. Her lover's face had a look of utter contentment, one which only appears after a really satisfying sexual experience Karin had been well fucked.

"O.K?"

"Yeah..." Karin whispered.

Mai was still thinking about Karin's remark about her mom.

"How do you know your dad said that about your mom's pussy?"

Karin roused herself back to the real world.

"I heard him say it."

"A man talks like that only when he fucks. You were there when they made love?"

"Sort of...."

"What kind of answer is that? Come on. Spill it."

"Wait till we get to Moorhead. Then I'll tell you."

Mai gave Karin a puzzled look.

Karin smiled. "I promise."

Chapter Three

Eric picked up the paper wrapper of his finished sub sandwich and threw it in the trash. On the table was a half finished bottle of beer. He went to the cupboard and opened the door. He took a partly used bottle of clear aquavit from the shelf and carried it to the table with a small lowball glass. He poured an ounce or so of liquor into the glass and sat down. He enjoyed the traditional ritual of a swallow of beer followed by a taste of aquavit. He had one and then another.

Remembering The Past

Sitting at the table, he remembered evenings pouring a glass for himself and one for Anneke, toasting a successful client outing. She enjoyed the adventures their business created, including the infrequent encounters with single clients. But at home, allowing the aquavit to do its job unwinding them, and then going to bed together, was their favorite ritual. They were often physically exhausted, but never too tired for leisurely hour or so of lovemaking.

At camp, they went to bed wearing heavy nightclothes, often matching long johns. Here at home Eric slept in the nude. Annie often slept without nightclothes as well, but when the two made love, Annie would don a special two-piece pajama outfit that Eric loved.

Annie had bought it originally as a cover up for cool nights. It was a simple outfit, really. It was made of silk and was a light pink. The top was a loose fitting chemise, hip length. It had tiny spaghetti straps and a deep V-neck, strictly bedroom wear. It was loose fitting as were the shortie panties. They had a loose elastic band at the waist. The legs were wide, mid thigh length, and also loose fitting.

The first night she wore the outfit to bed, Eric rolled sideways against her and began to caress her in preparation for lovemaking. He felt for a breast. When his hand encircled the orb, covered by the silk, he was surprised by the new sensation of her soft skin covered with the smooth soft fabric. He found her nipple through the cloth and toyed with it, rubbing the little hillock between his fingers. He bent his head to rest against her bosom. The scent of her cologne had permeated the cloth. The combination of the scent and feel of her flesh presented in that manner excited him, Anneke noticed this reaction, but kept silent enjoying this attention that came with a new approach. She felt his erection against her thigh. He was very stiff, very full.

Eric rolled over on top of Annie's prone body. His cock fell between her legs against her crotch, the fabric between his prick and her pussy. Eric was normally prone to extended foreplay. This time, he spread Annie's legs immediately, pushed one silk leg aside and pushed his cock between the lips of her pussy and plunged down into the depths his full length. There was ample room within the invaded the panty leg for this action. Eric ground his hips against the cloth. The feel of the silk against his crotch and the heat and wetness inside Annie's body was a new multifaceted sensation for him.

Annie instinctively knew what was happening. She was not yet fully turned on herself, but enjoyed being along on Eric's new journey. She kept a neutral face, but smiled within herself, pleased that her casual purchase had such an effect. She quietly slipped her pillow under her ass, to raise her pussy into a better position against his cock.

Eric started pistoning his prick rapidly in and out of Annie's cunt. He felt the silk against the side of his erection, then against his crotch as his groin fell against Annie's. His cock was alive with this new sensation. He was having the time of his life.

Not knowing quite how to react, Annie tried to match his strokes. He seemed almost indifferent to her efforts. Soon he started panting heavily.

"Just like a man," she thought, knowing he would come momentarily.

Eric emitted a series of grunts as his load worked its way up his pipe. He came in several short spurts. Annie felt the warm semen fill her vagina. Since she didn't experience as much passion during this experience, she felt fully the spread of Eric's cum within her cervix. It was a very pleasant sensation, something she had not fully experienced before. 

Eric lifted his head, resting his body weight on his elbows and looked down into Anneke's face.

"Thank you so much, baby. Where did you get the idea for an outfit like this?"

Anneke began to respond, then faltered. "It was just something I picked up. I never dreamed...." Her voice trailed off.

They had been married twenty-five years. This was the first new sexual experience they had shared in quite a long time.

"I know I should have waited for you, Annie. I'm so sorry."

"No, no. It's O.K. I enjoyed watching you get off on me. It was different for me, too."

"You'd better buy a couple more of these outfits. We're going to be wearing them out."

They giggled like a couple of kids.

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One night, soon after, Eric came home with a new toy. It was an 8 mm video camera. He had bought a tripod and lights and just about everything the salesman had recommended. Anneke instinctively knew the purpose of the purchase. They had heard stories at camp from some clients about filming bedroom activity. They both were turned on to the idea, but never really talked about it.

Annie's first question was, "How come now, sweetie?"

"I've just got to have a film of you in those pajamas. I want to watch us fucking while you are wearing them."

"They mean that much to you...?"

"Yes, they do. Annie, you are so beautiful. And the pajamas are so sexy. When we fuck, I love for you to wear them. But I never really see all of you while we make love. I'm too busy and within myself. I want to watch us together, but I want to watch you especially."

Annie smiled at him. "Me, too."

That night, Eric set up the camera on a tripod in the bedroom. Knowing they were going to be on film, they both prepared especially for the occasion. Eric shaved. He combed his hair. Anneke washed and blew dry her hair. She put on some light makeup. She pressed off the pajamas and put them on. 

Eric acted like a genuine director. He had Annie pose on the bed and adjusted the camera and the lighting. He started the film running. Peering through the lens one final time, he said, "You are one attractive woman, Annie."

She replied, "You're not so bad, yourself. And the two of us have made a dazzling daughter."

"Yes, we have," Eric replied, "and a true replica of her mother."

"I've seen her nude, Eric. She truly looks like a goddess."

"I guess I'll never see that."

"If you really want to see her, one day I'll set up a situation when you can grab a peek."

"I'd like that."

Annie lie back against the pillow, and spread her legs. She unceremoniously yanked her a pant leg aside exposing the golden thatch of hair that covered her vagina.

"Like what you see?"

Eric's cock filled immediately and lifted erect, the head tilting toward the ceiling.

"Annie," Eric remarked. "Your pussy looks just like a flower about to bud. And it's red, like a rose."

"Thank you, husband. As long as we are handing out compliments, you have a magnificent cock. It is certainly big enough for this gal. I love the shape of the helmet and the way it's end tips up. When we fuck, it rubs the top of my cervix; I enjoy the feel of that so much. I even love the way the veins on each side of your cock fill up. They are so blue against the pink flesh of the shaft. That's why I love to suck you off. It looks so great and it feels just wonderful in my mouth. The taste of your come isn't half bad either."

Eric climbed on the bed. The camera kept running. They made love for a long time. The tape ran out long before they were both fully satisfied.

The film was made two weeks before Annie was killed.

The Present

Eric was tired, maybe from too many sips of Aquavit. He went into his bedroom, stripped off his clothes and lay face up across the bed. He stared at the ceiling. Memories began their march through his mind, mostly of Anneke. He had thought the aquavit would bring sleep quickly. It didn't seem to be working that way.

He rose from the bed and opened the cedar footlocker at the end of the bed. He repeated a ritual he had performed countless times before. He removed the small box containing the video from the locker. Beneath it laid Anneke's pink pajamas. He gently picked out the panties portion and closed the locker. Walking to the flat screen TV on the wall across from the bed, he inserted the tape in the video player.

Eric puffed a couple of pillows and laid them against the headboard. He picked up the remote controller and tapped the start button.

The screen came alive, first showing Annie exposing her pussy, then hearing his and her patter about their nether regions. Eric then appeared on the screen. He lay between Anneke's legs and began to eat her pussy. Eric watched the show, staring at the beautiful facial expressions that crossed Annie's face as his tongue did its work. 

He picked up the panties and began stroking his penis with them. He watched as Annie came. He saw them change positions. Anneke leaned over Eric's crotch and filled her mouth with his cock. He saw himself groan with pleasure as she sucked at his penis. Her tongue lashed out at the tip of his cock.

He stroked his prick harder, the silk garment in his hand. He hurried for release. He saw himself spurting into Annie's mouth, the excess dribbling out the sides of her lips. She raised her head and looked into the camera, a silly grin on her face.

Eric continued rubbing the silk against his cock, bunching the fabric over the helmet. He came without ceremony, but with a certain amount of release and relief. He looked down at the panties, now stained with semen.

Tears welled up in his eyes and spilled down his cheeks. He tossed the garment on the floor, turned off the video, and fell back on the bed. 

He was soon asleep.

Chapter Four

Karin, Mai and the members of the orchestra arrived on a chartered school bus late on a Friday night. The group would be in Moorhead for a long weekend, with a rehearsal the next day, followed by a performance on Sunday at the town's Concert Hall. The musicians would remain overnight Sunday and leave for the East on Monday morning.

The students would be overnight guests at local homes of residents that had volunteered to put them up as a public service. Waiting at the bus stop was a large queue of locals holding up signs with the names of students that were to be their guests.

Karin's dad would arrive home very late with two clients he had taken turkey hunting. He had left the Jeep for Karin at the bus stop parking lot with the key taped under the front bumper. Once all of the students were safely on their way to their hosts' homes, Karin and Mai walked over to the Jeep. They retrieved the key, and took the short drive to Karin's home.

Eric had left the house ablaze with lights. When Karin pulled into the driveway, the outdoor floods illuminated the garage. To Karin, it was a lovely sight. Karin led the way into the house, each carrying her own baggage. There was quite a bit for just three nights, but one of them required formal wear, the standard dress of concert musicians.

Karen led the way to her room. Her bed was a trundle type, a single with a folding bed that compressed and slid under the first. The two would share her room. 

After unpacking, the girls went into the kitchen. There was a nice note of welcome from Eric, apologizing for being away, and that they were to make themselves comfortable. He would see them in the morning. Karen went to the refrigerator and removed a bottle of beer she was sure she would find there. She opened the cupboard and found an open bottle of aquavit.

Getting two water glasses and two low balls, she laid the items out on the table.

"Let's enjoy a Minnesota toast." Karen poured a splash of beer in each glass and a shot of aquavit in each lowball.

"Now, watch me."

Karin took a swig of beer from the goblet and followed immediately with a sip of aquavit.

"Now you." Karin pointed at the glasses on the table. 

Mai followed suit. She took a sip of beer and followed that with a shot of aquavit. She smiled wryly.

"Strong."

"It's whiskey. Locals call it rocket fuel." She refilled the glasses for both of them

This time they clinked glasses and drank together.

"Welcome to Moorhead." Karin went to Mai's side and squeezed her around the waist.

The drinks had an instant effect. Both relaxed easily. It had been a very long ride.




Rainbow Symphony On Tour



Karin took Mai's hand.

"Dad won't be home till 3 or 4 A.M. I want to show you something."

Mai asked, "Don't you want to unpack first?"

"I want to do it now. It's what I promised. Bring the bottle of aquavit."

Mai picked up the bottle of clear liquor and followed Karin. Karin entered her dad's bedroom, with Mai following.

The room was a bit messy. Mai could sense a man slept here alone. She knew that Karin's dad, Eric, was a recent widower. The signs of this situation were easily evident.

"Come sit beside me."

Mai sat on an available footlocker.

Karin took her hand. "Not there."

They sat together on the side of the bed.

Karen spoke softly, but in a rush.

"You have become my dearest friend, and a lover, even a conspirator. We share secrets. I've lived with one deep secret for too long. I'm going to share it with you now."

She looked deep into Mai's eyes.

"I think I know you very well. Now we'll see if I was right."

She lifted the lid on the footlocker and removed a couple of articles from the top shelf within. 

"This is a video, a very private video that Mom and Dad shared together. Lat summer, my last year at home, I was doing some innocent snooping. I found this, thinking it was nothing private, nothing very important. In the hour the tape ran, I learned some things about my parents no child ever gets to know. Maybe I would be better off if I hadn't seen this. But, Mai, I've been totally haunted by this film. I want share it with you. I have to."

Mai remained silent. Karin was so obviously moved by what was on the tape; Mai was actually burning with curiosity.

They sat side by side in the dark. Karin inserted the tape in the player and sat beside Mai. She hit the "push" button on the remote.

Mai's eyes widened as she realized what she was watching. This was very personal stuff. But as she watched, two things happened to her. The first was the voyeuristic excitement of watching two gorgeous people, albeit, strangers, making love.

The second was the thrill of putting together the pieces of a puzzle. She heard the remark about the rose bud. Now she knew where Karin had heard the remark. Next, she listened to Anneke's description of Eric's cock. Was it indeed as beautiful as was described? And did Eric really want to peek at his daughter in the nude, or was that an offhand remark?

They sat together, the two of them, side by side. They watched the entire video until it ended abruptly as Eric was fucking Annie doggy style. 

Mia had first experienced oral sex with Karin. She enjoyed it immensely. Watching Eric sucking on Annie's cunt, and then seeing Eric spurt semen into Annie's mouth, his seed dribbling down her chin, caused Mai to come spontaneously as they sat there, just a little twinge. But it happened.

Mai was speechless. She didn't know what to say about what she had seen, what she was expected to say.

Karin spoke first. "After I saw this, I spied on Dad. I listened at his door. I heard him jack off to the film."

"I can understand why he would do it." Mai rubbed the top of Karin's hand with her fingers.

"There's more. He masturbates into the pajamas that are in the movie. I've see them in the washing machine."

"You are a nosy little bitch." This was a tease and Karin knew it.

"There is more I want to tell you. I think about getting naked for my dad. He had told Mom he wanted to see me, and she said she would make it happen. But then she was gone."

Mai looked in Karen's eyes. "Do you want to strip for your dad for him, or for you?"

Karin answered straight out. "I've thought about that, and it's a little bit of both. I love my dad so much. I could really do anything he wanted me to do for him. I would want to. I think so, anyway."

"You could test him, you know, give a little peek, accidentally on purpose and see how it goes."

Mai was already plotting. She was well aware of the scheming that got her into bed with an African student, a beautiful giant of a man. Karen had done this for her. Here she had a chance to get her friend together with her handsome father. There was the possibility of getting her turn with a stunning new man, so totally the opposite of Zach. He was white, very white, and blond with blue eyes. She would also like to get her own peek at that famous prick!

Was she clever enough to pull it off?

"Let's talk about this," she said. "What's the main obstacle?"

Karin almost shrieked at her. "Main obstacle? It's going to bed with a parent, for God 's sake. And besides, my dad thinks I'm some kind of angel with wings tucked under her blouse. He would find it hard to believe what you and I have been through together... the two of us fucking Zach and then each other!"

Mai continued her aggressive questioning. "Look, if your dad wanted to fuck you, would you do it?"

"I guess so."

"No 'I guess so.'" Yes or no?"

Karin could not lie to Mai. She had dreamed about lying wrapped in Eric's arms ever since the first time she had seen the film.

"Yes."

"Another question, one of ethics, if there is room for that in this discussion. When you set me up with Zach, you made sure you got your turn with him." 

She waited for a response.

Karin asked, "You and my dad?"

"Yes."

" Mai, I hadn't thought that far ahead, really. But if it happened naturally, I 'm sure it would be O.K. I love you. You could never hurt me. I know that. Mai, I will do whatever you say."

"Alright, let's go unpack."

Karin put the tape back in the locker. She folded the pajamas and started to put them away also.

Mai grabbed them. "You're sleeping in those tonight."

Karin wrinkled her eyes and nose quizzically, but said nothing.

Mai tucked them under her arm and carried them out of the bedroom.

Once unpacked, the women showered. It had been a long day.

Mai put on a Mandarin high collared, satin short nightgown. It was red, Mai's favorite color. She looked beautiful. She again reminded Karin of a Chinese porcelain doll.

Karin put on the silk pajamas. Mai examined her.

Karin's breasts spilled out of the top. Her deep cleavage was on sumptuous display. Her white flawless skin was a beautiful contrast to the pink silk. The pants were very loose. Their lower hems fluttered when she moved. 

Mai ordered her, "Lift your foot onto the bed,"

As Karin raised her leg, Mai saw the lower hems separate, exposing Karin's pussy, covered with its tuft of flaxen hair.

"I can see how that outfit got to your dad."

They made the beds together.

'Now get under your covers and get some rest if you can. I'm pretty sure we'll hear Daddy when he gets home."

Karin stared at Mai, "Do you really think I can sleep?"

"I suppose not. Try anyway."

The lights were turned off. Both lay quietly side-by-side.

"Mai, if you can somehow make this happen, I will owe you my life."

"Let's not get dramatic." Mai answered. "I have my eyes on that cock."

Both laughed quietly. Karin reached for Mai's hand and held it lightly.

Soon, surprisingly, they were both asleep.

Chapter Five

Eric dropped off his clients at a downtown Moorhead hotel. He drove his company van finally toward home. It had been a good trip. Each client had bagged a couple of wild turkeys for the freezer. They would surely have bragging rights this Thanksgiving.

It was after 3 A.M. He was dog-tired. But still, he was excited about seeing his guests in the morning. This had been the longest he had been away from Karin for almost her entire life. He remembered her as a dead ringer for her mom, only a younger version. He wondered how much she had changed in a few months.

He drove up to his house. The driveway lights went instantly ablaze. He hoped the bright lights wouldn't wake the girls. Of course, Mai and Karin were instantly awake. They heard him enter the house through the kitchen. He removed his shoes, trying to be quiet. He padded into his bedroom. Eric dropped his clothes on the floor, allowing them to lie where they fell. He entered the bathroom and ran the shower. The grime of four days in the field rinsed away quickly. He felt better.

He toweled off quickly, automatically reached for the deodorant and swiped at each armpit.

He went directly to his bed and crawled under the covers. Before he drifted off, he thought he caught the scent of feminine perfume. Karin must have shown his guest through the house.

Mai whispered to Karin, "Let's go see Daddy. I'm really anxious to meet him."

Karin responded, "It's so late. Maybe we can try this in the morning."

"In the morning, we have to be at rehearsal. Let's do an advance scouting and see how it goes."

Mai was out of bed in an instant. Karin looked at her in the shorty nightgown.

"Let's not start out by giving him a shock. At least put on your robe." Karin pleaded.

Mai didn't argue. Karin knew her father. Mai slipped on her floor length satin robe decorated with a huge dragon front and back. Karin pulled out an old terrycloth robe from her closet and put it on.

"Oh, Lord," Mai muttered.

"What now?" Karin asked. She started shaking.

"Just follow my lead. Trust me. Your dad will be thrilled to see you."

Eric was a light sleeper. Out in the wild, responsible for the lives of his clients, we would awaken at any unusual sound. Karin and Mai were up and moving around. He heard them.

There was a light knock on his door.

"Hey, what's up," he asked quietly, knowing who it was.

Mai prodded Karin.

Eric heard Karin's voice. "It's just us, Daddy, We wanted to be sure you got in O.K."

Eric chuckled. "I'm fine, ladies. Go get some sleep."

Karin found more words. "I've missed you so much, daddy. How about a welcome home kiss? And Mai wants to meet you."

"I'm not wearing P.J.'s. Go back to bed." He wasn't really annoyed. He was flattered and welcomed the affection. He was a trifle embarrassed lying in bed in the nude.

"Oh, Daddy, pull up the blanket and cover up. We're coming in."

Mai was pleasantly surprised by Karin's insistent attitude. This was going to make things easier. She knew that once the three of them were together in the bedroom, things would go well. She had seen Eric in action in bed on the film. They just had to hit the right buttons. Mai wanted to get him comfortable. He would then be as vulnerable as any man.

Eric pulled the blanket around his waist. He was not so modest that he needed to cover himself up to his neck.

"C'mon in." He had a lilt in his voice that Mai found exciting.

Karin and Mai floated in through the door. This was the fist time in two years he was not alone in his bedroom. The feminine scent of mixed colognes filled his nostrils. The smell brought a flood of pleasant memories. The women stood at the foot of the bed.

"Can we have a little light, Daddy?" Karin asked.

'The nightlight is behind you on the wall," Eric said.

He was still shy enough not to want the room bathed fully in light. Karin reached over and turned the little knob. Eric could now see the two of them in the dim light. Both were covered in robes. He felt awkward, naked from the waist up. Both women looked at him. He had a flat stomach and pronounced pectoral muscles. His shoulders bulged with obvious strength. Mai liked what she saw.

Karin went to the side of the bed and sat next to her dad. She leaned over to him and kissed him on the cheek. It was only the cheek, but she prolonged the kiss, rubbing her lips across his face. Eric felt the light caress. It felt wonderful. Karin was all woman now. His little girl morphed into his lovely creature in the short time she was away.

"I'm Mai." She moved to the other side of the bed and sat opposite Karin. "Thank you so much for letting me stay in your home."

In the dim light, Eric quickly took in Mai's obvious attributes. Karin had described her well. He had not had a chance to associate with many Asians before, not male or female. She was tiny, as Karin had said. Karin hadn't told him how perfect she seemed. She had been described so many times before in the same way.

Mai chuckled. "May I guess what you are thinking?"

Eric blushed. "Sure, go ahead."

Mai said the two words. "China doll."

Eric could only reply, "Yes."

Mai said, "You know, I've heard those words all my life. But they never sounded sincere until first Karin said them. Your facial expressions are exactly like hers."

"I didn't say it."

"I could feel your thoughts. I liked what I read in them."

This was a different kind of conversation than he was used to with women. She spoke directly to the point. Was she flirting with him, right in front of Karin?

Mai spoke again.

"I was anxious to meet you. Karin has a special feeling about you. We Chinese are family oriented, but Karin's love seems to go beyond that. She worries about you, cares about you, almost as a lover. Do you sense that? Do you feel any of that special love for her?"

Eric responded. "Karin is my kid, for Lord's sake. Even if I felt that way, I would suppress it."

Eric surprised himself by even having this conversation with a stranger. Somehow, though, in this dim light, with the three of them on the bed, it seemed almost normal.

"Daddy, I've thought a lot about you, about us, since I've been away. Mai has helped me sort out my most innermost feelings, even ones I've tried to hide away."

She continued quickly, "Mai and I have had a special personal relationship. I can say anything to her. And she can accept anything I say to her, and understand me. She has shared her most secret thoughts with me. I know I've helped her, too. We have experienced a lot together."

Eric was listening with rapt attention, trying to fathom what his daughter was saying.

"That is wonderful. I am so glad for you." That was all he could muster.

But his remark was sincere. He was getting more comfortable with the two of them. They were quite a pair. They were close as sisters, almost like lovers, if he didn't know better.

Mai looked into Eric's eyes. "What you are thinking about us together is also true. We love each other. Occasionally we display our love privately, and with passion. Karin has a special empathy within her. And she wants to share herself with you. But she is afraid to express her feelings. She is afraid of chasing you from her"

Eric glanced over at Karin. "That could never happen. I love you too much. I love you as much as I ever loved your mother."

Karin responded, "In the same way, Daddy? All the same ways?"

Eric stared at the opposite wall. "I don't know how to answer you. Karin, baby, you are going to have to be open with me, and not talk in riddles."

Mai spoke across the bed to Karin. "Tell him what you told me earlier. I think he is ready to hear."

And then to Eric, "Be kind to a daughter that worships you. Let her say every thing she has to say."

Karin put her feet up on the bed and nestled against her father's supine body, her head on his bare chest.

Mai was quietly ecstatic. This was going so well.

"Daddy, you must realize that some one who loves you as much as I do can see the pain you have been suffering these past two years. I wanted so much to help you. I listened to you cry some nights through your bedroom door."

Eric put his bare arm round his daughter's shoulder. "Oh my poor baby. I'm so sorry."

"Daddy, I heard other things. I heard you pleasure yourself through the door. I heard you call Mommy's name."

Eric squirmed, "I never knew. That's pretty embarrassing,"

"Daddy, I heard you as you watched the tape you and Mommy made together. One day about a year ago, when you were away, I found it. I watched it."

Eric had promised not to speak until Karin had finished. He couldn't have responded if he wanted to. Right at this moment, he wished a hole in the floor would swallow him.

Karin put her mouth up to Eric's cheek and rubbed her lips lightly against his flesh. She sat up took his hand in hers and kissed his fingers.

"Is there more?" He was almost pleading.

Mai wanted to take Eric's other hand in hers and massage it. But she reminded herself that this had to be Karin's moment.

"My time will come," she told herself.

"Daddy, could you love me the way you loved Mommy in the tape? I could love you that way. I want to, Daddy."

Eric was numb. He could find no words. But he turned his head and looked at his daughter as she spoke.

"Daddy, you told Mommy you wanted to see me naked. I will take off my robe for you right now. Just tell me you want me to."

Eric lifted his hand and stroked Karin's neck, but still said nothing. His eyes were glued to Karin's. It was as if Mai wasn't in the room.

"Daddy, I'm wearing Mommy's pajamas. Would you like to see?"

Eric's eyes widened. His daughter was doing everything she could to connect with him. He had been reliving those moments remembering Annie teasing him in that costume as a wonderful fantasy for two years. Karin's words could not be ignored. The barrier shattered and came down.

"Yes," he whispered.

Mai slipped off the side of the bed and moved to an armchair near the window. In the dim light she could see Karin rise from the other side of the bed. Mai opened her robe, lifted her nightgown and laid her hand against her pussy, She would watch.

Karin stood before her dad, her terry robe tied tightly around her waist. During their stilted conversation, she had been planning ahead. At no time had Eric halted or redirected the exchange. She knew he was just getting used to the idea of intimate contact with his daughter. Two long years ago, he had admitted to a desire to see Karin naked, to his own wife. Anneke had made a promise. Now Karin was going to fulfill his wish, willingly.

Eric's heart was pounding. Or course, he wanted to see his daughter willingly displaying herself in the silk pajamas. It would be a live reenactment of one of the dearest memories of his last days with Annie. Karin still had the robe wrapped around her. Only her face was exposed. He studied the flaxen hair, the small nose, and the full Norwegian lips. His daughter was a replica of Annie.

Karin reached up to her waist and untied the robe. Eric held his breath. The terry fabric fell open. Karin shrugged her shoulders. The robe fell to the floor. Eric gasped and started to speak.

"Hush, Daddy. Just connect with me. Be my guy, my lover."

Karin crossed her arms. She took the bottom hem of the chemise in her fingers and lifted the lower hem. The silk fabric lifted like a curtain. Eric saw her breasts as they became exposed. He looked at perfect orbs, milky white. They were the size of small melons. In the center of each, a pink nipple lifted away from the flesh. Karin stood motionless. She watched Eric's eyes savor his treat. A light flush began to color his cheeks. Karin was so happy to see his response.

She allowed the chemise to fall back in place. She crawled onto the foot of the bed and squatted in front of her father. She hooked a forefinger into one side of the panties and pulled the silk aside, exposing her vagina fully. She thrust her crotch forward. Eric examined the puffy mound, covered with blond curls. The crease was visible, an exciting point of entry he wound soon approach.

Eric looked at a replica of Anneke. She was not more beautiful than her mother, but surely as beautiful.

"Now you." Karin smiled broadly at her dad.

Eric still had the blanket tight around his waist. Karin had been watching. She had seen a small bump grow under the cover, and give a little bounce occasionally. Eric threw the cover to one side. Immediately his penis sprang into view. It was slender, but relatively long. It had that familiar upward curve Karin had seen in the film. The head of his cock was a deep crimson. The twin veins coursed up the sides of the shaft. She saw the cock pulsate and rock upward occasionally. She wanted a taste. It would wait.




Rainbow Symphony On Tour



Mai lay back against the armchair cushion, fully reclined. As Eric's cock popped into view, her eyebrows arched, then furrowed. It was the only reaction she displayed. Between her spread thighs, a finger was doing its work in the gap in her pussy lips. She was silent. But changing facial expressions continued to betray her fervor.

Karin crawled up beside Eric and lay against him, one leg hooked over his, her thigh pressing his cock.

Karen remembered Kelly Le Brok's line in the movie, "The Woman in Red."

She smiled at him. "Come and get it, cowboy."

She laid flat and spread her legs wide.

"You're sure, baby?"

"Fuck me, Daddy."

Eric was heating up. "Say it again."

"Daddy. Daddy. Please fuck me."

He rolled over between Karin's open thighs. Karin pulled the silk fabric blocking her pussy to one side.

"Stick it in, Daddy."

Eric supported his weight on his elbows. He raised his hips. Karin grasped the shaft of his cock and guided it to the crease in her pussy. The shaft felt good in her hand, hot. The head of his cock touched the slit and slid through. Karin's channel was moist outside, and sopping wet inside. Eric dropped his crotch onto Karin's mound and slid fully into her cunt. Karin felt the elevated helmet inside her rub across the top of her cervix.

"Oh my God!" Karen screamed. It was an unmuffled cry of ecstasy.

Mai heard the cry. She rubbed her finger hard against her clit and came a little. Her eyes remained fixed on the two of them.

Eric slowly withdrew his shaft, the head at the portal of the inner lips. "O.K?"

"Oh, yes. Yes, Daddy."

Eric began a rhythm of stroking, his cock a piston in Karin's cylinder. With each stroke, his wonderful tool with its magical head produced unbelievable pleasure deep in Karin's cervix. With each thrust, she exhaled a moan.

"Ah...Ah...Ah."

"Karin, I want to kiss you."

"Ah...Well, then...Ah...Kiss me ...Ah...Daddy."

"It's strange. You're my kid. I'm fucking my daughter."

"Let me be Anneke. Kiss me. Part of me is Anneke. I came out of her body. Kiss us both. Her lips are mine. Her tongue is my tongue. Oh, Daddy, I love you so much."

Eric stopped thrusting and put his mouth against hers. Karin parted her lips and sucked Eric's tongue into her mouth. He tasted wonderful. His mouth was a little minty, and there was a bit of the flavor of aquavit on his tongue. The two hugged and slid their mouth across each other, wet and sloppy.

The Karin said, "I want to come, Daddy"

"O.K."

"But Daddy, try to hold back. I want you to come in my mouth."

"You sure, sweetie?"

"I want it to be like in the movie. I saw you enjoy that so much. I want to do it for you."

"Damn," he thought, "How in the world did I get so lucky?"

He started to pump again using the same rhythm.

"A little faster, please, Daddy."

In order to maintain control, Eric let his mind drift. He conjured up Annie's face. He saw her flawless skin, her wonderful smile. He stared down at Karin. The two faces, Annie's and Karin's blurred, and then blended together.

Karin broke the pattern of their stroking. She was on her own, reaching for her orgasm. This one started with heat deep in her belly. The heat became intense, spreading through her cervix, burning the lips of her cunt. Intense contractions were causing a mixture of pleasure and pain, forcing her to rock hard against her Dad's crotch.

"Push, Daddy. Goddammit, push. Oh...oh. Son of a bitch!...oh, sorry, Daddy."

Eric smiled.

The final contractions last only a few seconds, but they seemed to last forever. There was no question that her daddy's cock was a wonderful instrument.

Through little gasps and moans, Karin smiled up into her dad's face. "You are not a shabby lover, young man."

"Not so young," Eric smiled back.

"Young enough. Now roll over. My mouth wants your cock."

Mai had come several times in little waves. She needed a cock, too. She wasn't sure these two even knew she was still here. Her part in this threesome might not work out, not this time, anyway. She sighed. Her finger still lay in her crease.

Eric's cock was engorged with blood. The shaft was crimson. The helmet was a brilliant purple. Karin thought it looked as if it could burst 

"I want you to come in my mouth, Daddy."

Karin wrapped her lips around the helmet and stroked it with her tongue. Eric immediately bucked.

"Good response," she thought.

It made her happy. She was going to feel everything he felt. That's why she loved blowing a stud in heat. She knew she was good at it. She easily suppressed the gag reflex and could take a cock right down her throat. M3en loved that.

"So much for 'sweet innocent angel,'" she smiled to herself.

She leaned straight over her dad's cock and put her hands on his thighs for support. There was no need to hold the shaft. Her mouth would do all the work. She began sliding her mouth up and down the shaft, much as a man does when fucking a woman. There was the addition of the stimulation of the tongue. That is why every man craves a great blowjob.

Karen pistoned her mouth on Eric's cylinder slowly at first. She watched for signs of his immediate needs. As he lifted his ass off the bed to meet her mouth, she increased her sucking motion. Eric pumped his cock in a slow steady fashion; enjoying the light massage Karin was giving his knob. 

His cock was becoming more sensitive as she moved. He began moving against her more quickly. Sensing this change, Karin began using her secret weapon. As she slid her mouth on the shaft, she closed her teeth ever so gently against his flesh, just enough to add a bit more stimulation. 

"Aargh."

It was working. Karin tightened her tongue against Eric's glans. She moved more and more rapidly against Eric's pole, her lips and teeth working together. Eric felt semen rise from deep in his prostate and enter the shaft. Karin sensed it as well. Both father and daughter worked together. Semen spurted up the tube and out the tiny opening in the head. Karin swallowed some, but it came too rapidly.

Mai watched as juice seeped out the sides of Karin's lips and down her chin. It was as they had seen in the film. Karin kept her mouth on the organ until Eric stopped bucking. She then raised her face, so that Eric could see the dribble around her mouth. 

"Come here." Eric grabbed Karin by the neck and gave her a full kiss, licking his tongue across her mouth, getting a taste of his sweet semen.

"Good as Mom?" she asked.

Eric thought Karin had been better at this.

But he simply said, "Yes. And thank you, Karin."

Chapter Six

Both lay back against the bed's headboard. They looked over at Mai. She seemed so small sitting in the big upholstered armchair.

"Dad, this whole thing was engineered by Mai. She knew me very well, knew what I needed and helped make it happen."

Eric smiled at Mai. She looked so fragile sitting in the chair, now curled up in a little ball, her tiny hand between her legs, finger still in her pussy. At five foot-two, she seemed even smaller.

"Come over here by us." Eric beckoned her with a crooked finger.

Mai rose and smoothed her robe. She still wore the garment with the big red dragons on it.

"Get comfortable. You're the only one still dressed." Karin grinned.

"I had no reason to get undressed. This was your time. I am very happy for you. And I am a little proud of myself. Karin was hard work...for a while."

Eric said, "Please let me see all of you."

"I know. China doll."

"Sure, China doll. For crying out loud it's a compliment. Please take off your robe... and do it slowly." Eric asked softly.

Karin said, "Do it for me, too, Mai. I love to look at your body. You know that."

Mai stood and shrugged off her robe as she had seen Karin do before for her dad. She unbuttoned the mandarin neck on her nighty and pulled it over her head. She stood there, her clothes on the floor around her.

"I want to see you, really see you." Eric reached toward the bedside table and snapped on the light.

The room was not brightly lit, but enough so that Eric could have his first look at this naked Asian woman. Her skin had a beautiful golden hue. The thatch of straight black hair on her pussy barely hid the crack beneath it.

Her breasts were small, but well proportioned to her size. The dark nipples and areoli covered half her breasts. Eric was sure he could put the fingers of both hands around her waist and have then touch together. He tried to imagine holding someone so small in his arms. She was so fragile. A man would have to be so gentle.

He had just had a fulfilling sexual experience with Karin. Yet, looking at Mai standing in the dim light of the bedroom, created a warm sensation in his groin, His cock was filling with blood...and so soon.

"Daddy, you're getting a hard on," Karin whispered.

"I'm sorry, but your friend is really striking."

"Don't be sorry. I am flattered."

Mai walked to the edge of the bed.

"Are you going to ask me to join you?"

Karin immediately slid aside making room for Mai between them.

Mai crawled over Eric's body and lay down between them. Eric and Karin each got up on one elbow and faced Mai. Karen leaned over and gave Mai a full kiss on the lips. Both women opened their mouths and swirled their tongues together in a brief kiss.

"Thank you so much, Mai." Karin put her hand on one small breast and fondled it. "You are so sweet."

"Your mouth tastes of your dad's semen."

"Sorry." 

"No. It excites me."

Eric turned and leaned his torso against Mai's. His penis, now fully erect, brushed Mai's thigh. Mai's hand reached down and grasped his shaft and stroked it lightly.

"Would you like to fuck me?" Then she added softly, "Eric?...Daddy?"

"I would like to very much."

"Daddy," Karin said, "Mai has a little problem. She has a very small vagina. I know. I've seen her with another man. But she is Asian, very shy about things like that. She is too embarrassed to tell you."

"That's O.K. We'll just go gently."

Mai told him, "From behind is best for me. Then I can control the thrust and there is no pain."

Karin interjected, "Daddy loves doggie style. That's the last thing we saw before the tape ran out."

"You really did watch the whole thing, didn't you?"

"Several times."

Mai said, " I would love to feel a whole cock inside me. But I can only handle the head and maybe an inch more. So sorry."

"But I will satisfy you other ways afterward if you wish," Mai added. Eric started to say something and then stopped.

"What?" Karin asked.

"I'm a little uncomfortable to say."

Karin glared at her dad. "Embarrassed? After what we just did? Please!!!"

"Please say what is on your mind, Eric," Mai prompted.

"Well, once in a while when Mom was really horny, I would fuck her in the ass."

Both women remained silent, not shocked. They remained very attentive.

"It worked out really well and was satisfying and exciting for both of us."

He looked at Mai. "You would really have to trust me because you have to be totally relaxed. But if we can make it work, we will both have a wonderful experience together."

"I trust you, Eric," Mai said, looking into his eyes.

"I'll have to get some things."

Eric got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When he returned, he had a couple of items in his hands.

"We have to lubricate your hole, really well. May I?"

Mai nodded assent.

"Turn on your side."

Mai complied, turning away from Eric. Eric opened a tube of K-Y jelly and literally filled the palm of one hand. He smeared the jelly around Mai's anus.

"Now relax, if you can."

He stuck a finger in the mess in his palm. He very gently worked his finger into the opening in Mai's ass. Ha withdrew his finger, dipped it again and repeated the process. Mai grimaced at first, and then realized that there was no pain involved and relaxed even further. 

"Mom and I also had a secret weapon. Mai, roll over on your back and spread your legs."

He touched Mai's pussy for the first time. It was so soft and warm. He would have to taste it one day. Perhaps another time. Her cunt was very wet. She had been stimulating herself for a long time waiting her turn. He opened a small leather case and removed some small objects.

"Mom bought this for herself to play with. We adapted it for anal sex. It's a vibrator, shaped like a little egg. It goes into the pussy and this is a remote that controls the speed and intensity." He hesitated. "Mai, still trust me?"

Mai nodded. Eric slipped the egg into Mai's pussy with a little pop, leaving a string hanging out for later removal. He turned up the remote a touch. Mai felt the vibration in her cervix.

"O.K?"

Mai smiled, "Feels nice."

Eric gently lifted Mai into a kneeling position at the edge of the bed. He stood behind her. He was extremely excited, but acted calmly so as not to frighten poor Mai. But he knew how marvelous this position is for a man. Just looking at Mai's tight little asshole caused a drop of precum mixed with semen to ooze from his knob. He gave the remote controller to Karin.

"This is your job." Then to Mia, "Don't help me. Don't move till I am inside you."

Mai trusted Eric. He had gone over everything so slowly. She knew that he would stop immediately if she asked. Eric held Mai's ass cheek in his hands and pushed forward against Mai's tiny orifice. Mai took slow even breaths, trying to remain calm. As Eric's helmet slid forward, the rectal muscle did relax. The knob slowly, painlessly slid forward. The resistance ended abruptly. He was inside!

"Mai," he said softly, "Work your ass back against my cock as much as you can comfortably."

Mai pushed back feeling her asshole fill with Eric's prick. She felt her ass stop against Eric's crotch. They were locked together.

"I'm in all the way." Eric was surprised. "How does it feel?"

"Good." It was a simple response.

It felt really wonderful to Mai. Somehow, the pressure of the hot organ in her ass pressed against her cervix on the other side of the wall of tissue caused a pleasant fullness, something she always felt she had been missing.

"Karin, turn on the vibrator."

Karin hit the button.

"Aaiigghh!!!"

"Mai, are you O.K?" Karin asked.

"It's O.K... O.K."

It was better than O.K. It was marvelous. She began rocking against Eric's cock in earnest. The feeling in her ass and cunt, in her belly were more intense than anything she had ever felt. Eric allowed Mai to control the pace and speed of their thrusts. His concern was making this last. He had never been in a tighter place. No pussy, not even Anneke's asshole had been this snug. They had been careful with the jelly. The thrusts remained smooth and full. 

The inside of Mai's vagina was alive with sensation. A combination of tingling, but pleasant electric shocks crawled around inside her cavity. Overriding these was a constant vibration through the membranes that held the cervix together.

Karin watched them fucking. She had heard about anal sex, but had never seen it, let alone experience it. Now it was something she wanted to do, but with her dad, first. She absently turned up the vibrator.

"Ai..ai..ai.."

"Too much?"

"No. Good. Good." Then, " I am coming."

Mai began a rhythmic motion, pounding against Eric's crotch. She was gasping, trying to catch her breath. She rested a moment, then started to slide her ass against Eric's cock once more.

"Again! It comes again!"

She continued her backward pounding. Eric knew this was near the end for him. He exhibited as much control as he could muster. His lover was wearing him out. That was a "first" for him.

Mai screamed out, "Oh, my God. Another one!"

""I'm coming, too. This has to be your last, baby."

Eric met Mai thrust for thrust. Mai screamed again. Eric grunted as semen, for the second time tonight, worked its way up his tube and splashed out into Mai's rectum. Mai hollered out one more time and flopped forward on the bed. Eric's penis stuck out of his crotch, red, swollen, shining with semen mixed with K-Y jelly.

"Turn it off, Please. The vibrator."

Karin smiled. "Whoops. Forgot."

Mai lay in a small heap, her ass pointing up at the ceiling. Eric stood where he was, his cock still erect.

Karin was so happy. Things could not have worked out better for each of them.

There was some small talk and final hugs. They each showered and went to bed, very content. It had been a long day for everyone.

Chapter Seven

The auditorium was full. A father sat in the sixth row, center. It was nice to see the community respond so well to the event. Everyone was dressed in his or her Sunday best. There were several tuxedos evident and quite a few long dresses. The orchestra was seated, awaiting the appearance of the maestro.

The conductor entered from stage left. She wore a snug black silk dress with a high collar. A red silk scarf adorned her neck. As she climbed the small podium, polite applause followed her steps. She turned to the audience and curtsied. She motioned back toward stage left. The soloist entered and walked to the piano. She wore a long white formal dress. It had a plunging neckline revealing ample cleavage. Her blond hair was coiffed in a mass of curls. She sat at the piano and nodded to her maestro. The Asian conductor raised her baton. The orchestra struck the first notes.

The father beamed.



Rainbow Symphony



"Guess I'll go down to Professor Chang's office and see what's holding her up."

Hearing a general murmur of assent, she entered the hallway the hall and headed for Mai's office. When she got there, she saw that the door was opened just a crack. Mai had obviously not closed it completely when she went either in or out. That was unusual. She decided to investigate, concerned for Mai. Karin gave the door a gentle push. It slid halfway open. Karin was able to glance into the room. Her eyes widened.

She saw a second half-open door, the bathroom door. Just visible was a pair of feet, on which was a pair of red shoes. Draped around the shoes was a pair of panties. The feet rested on their heels, the legs extended outward.

"Oh, my God!" thought Karin "Is she OK?"

Karin crept forward and nervously peered around the edge of the door. There was Professor Chang, eyes closed, head rolled back against the toilet tank, her fingers in her pussy, breathing softly.

"Holy shit!" The phrase echoed in her head.

What... to... do?

She knew she should back away and leave the office. But she was mesmerized. Instead, she stood transfixed, looking down at Mai's slender form. The fingers resting on Mai's pussy were still damp. The sweet odor of sexual lubricant drifted to her nose. Karin inhaled the scent. Clearly, Professor Chang had masturbated. That little episode back in the auditorium had really got to her. Karin's face flushed for the second time in the last hour. She was beginning to feel horny. The scene was so erotic.

She relaxed a bit, now that she knew Mai was not in any harm.

Like many girls recently emerged from puberty, Karin had constant sensual thoughts about men. But was no stranger to chitchat and experimentation between females either. In her senior class, before coming to graduate school, she became involved with her roommate. On several occasions, they had "gotten it on" together. It was fun, exciting and safe . She moved closer to Mai, stood above her. She leaned forward, her face near Mai's ear. She could smell her perfume, mixed with the after-sex odors.

She had to get her attention.

"Well. It's now or never."

Mai's free hand rested on her bosom. Karin laid her fingers over Mai's.

"Madame Chang?" she whispered.

Mai's eyes flew open. She was instantly alert. She bolted upright on the seat and stared at Karin.

"It's OK. It's me, Karin," she whispered. "You know...the pianist."

."What are you doing here...this is my private office...get out."

Then, with a plea, "Please..."

Karin released her hand and turned her back to Mai, but didn't leave.

"Both your doors were open. Anyone could have come in. Be glad it was me."

Mai stood, pulled up her panties, and smoothed her skirt. She glanced past Karin into the hanging mirror.

"Oh, my God, look at me." It was a whimper. "I can't believe I fell asleep sitting on the toilet."

Karin's back was still turned to Mai.

"I know what you did." 

Mai was struck dumb.

Karin continued. "The group was concerned. We were waiting quite a while. I came looking for you." 

Karin's tone was deliberately matter-of-fact.

"Give me a minute." She gave Karin a small shove toward the door. "Go back to the auditorium. Say I'm sorry...that I'll be right along."

Karin didn't move. She decided to push the envelope. "Mr. Zama looked worried. Nervous, too."

"Zacharia?"

A chill coursed down Mai's spine. She was frightened. 

Karin played the card.

"I saw."

"What?"

"You know."

"Tell me." Mai's voice quavered.

"The body language. I sat right next to him. You gave him a hard on."

Mai cringed. "We were on display?"

"No one else saw. I was in the same line of sight as Zach. Boy, you did take quite a chance."

Mai asked no more questions.

"That's why I came looking for you. You were really nervous toward the final movement."

"Yes." 

Mai finally quit denying it. She had unknowingly shared a personal moment with a third person. Mai finished arranging her clothes and brushed her hair. This time she walked past Karin. She started for started for the office door.

Karin made an attempt at connecting with Mai. 

"Professor, I don't think you should go back now. You're upset. I don't think you can carry it off."

Mai hesitated. Karin carried it further.

"Madame, just let me go back, say you have a headache or something, and dismiss the group for you. It's a lovely day. They'll all be glad to get outdoors an hour earlier."

Mai thought about the offer for a moment. She was embarrassed, to say the least. The thought of facing that black student right now worried her. She had to trust this young woman. She had no choice.

"Thank you," Mai said briskly. She tried to use a formal tone to hide her anxiety. It didn't work. 

Karin seemed to be reading Mai's mind. It occurred to Mai that she was lucky Karin and no one else witnessed the incident. Mai couldn't be sure the word wouldn't spread. But she just couldn't deal with possible extension of the incident right now.

Karin said, " I'll be back in a few minutes. We can talk it out if you want to."

Mai wasn't sure that was a great idea, but thanked her again anyway.

Karin left the office. Mai collapsed on the sofa bed and leaned back against the cushion. She closed her eyes, and tried to block the events of the last hour out of her mind.

In the auditorium, Karin casually made the planned announcement. There was a murmur of pleasure that rippled through the group. Sounds of instruments being packed and stored filled the room A look of panic crept onto Zach's face. He didn't believe the Professor Chang headache story for a moment. He was afraid that what he had specifically been warned against had happened. He had had an incident with an American woman. She was his professor, to boot. He had visions of suspension, even deportation.

He sat slumped in his chair, still holding his cello between his legs.

"Hi."

Zach looked up. It was that pretty blond pianist.

"Not to worry. She likes you. No harm was done. Relax."

Karin smiled down at him.

"You know?" His voice had a tremor.

"I sat right next to you."

"Was I so obvious?"

"Yep. Just forget it for now. Maybe we'll talk later."

"OK," He didn't know what else to say. He felt a little relieved... just a little.

Karin turned and walked out of the auditorium.

"Bye," she said over her shoulder.

"Bye," he replied, "Thanks."

Third movement

As Karin walked back toward Mai's office, she thought about the events of the past hour or so. A connection had developed between Zach and Professor Chang. But both of them were scared to death at the thought of the flirtation going any further. They had had a small taste of the forbidden fruit. Each craved another bite. But instead of coming together, they were fleeing from one another,

Frankly, their fears were well founded. Mai was married to a member of the faculty, and Chair of her department. Zach was her student and a foreigner. Any disgrace he created here would reverberate back home. His parents would surely share in any unwelcome notoriety.

Multiple thoughts crossed Karin's mind as she approached Mai's office. She had become involved in the emotional experience of these two. She knew she had a certain amount of control in the situation. By her action or inaction in the next few minutes, she could be the catalyst that would draw them closer. With a pledge of secrecy and complicity, she could help move the incident forward. With a flippant word of caution to Mai, she could crush any further momentum instantly.

Karin made her choice with no problem. She could become their scheme coordinator. The idea excited her. She liked them both. She was physically attracted to Zach, probably along with every other female in her class. Mai was easily her primary role model. She was smart, beautiful, and sexy. The picture of Mai sitting on the toilet with her hand on her pussy would be forever etched in her mind. Memories of previous romps with roommates at undergrad came to mind.

By the time she arrived at Mai's office, the roller coaster ride in Karin's head had come to a halt. She was ready. She tried the knob on the door. This time Mai had remembered to lock it. She knocked.

"Yes?"

"It's Karin."

Mai opened the door. She looked better. Her hair was freshly combed. Her makeup had been reapplied. She motioned Karin in.

Mai walked to the table and sat. She motioned Karin to the other chair beside her. There were a few moments of silence.

Then, "Did you give my apologies to the class?"

"Yes. Everything went fine. They were glad to get out early."

"Did anyone say anything?"

"No one said a word. They just accepted the explanation. Obviously no one saw."

"And Mr. Zama?"

"He was a little nervous. I reassured him."

"Oh?" Mai was looking for more . "I just told him not to worry. Was that OK?"

"Yes...sure."

There was pregnant pause.

"Are you OK, Ma'am?"

Mai wasn't sure of how much to share with Karin.

Mai looked at the tabletop as she spoke.

"Something like that has never happened before. Oh, male faculty has hit on me. I'm used to male student ogling. I usually just ignore it all. This is the first time I've ever responded. I just decided to frolic a little. I didn't think of consequences, how it would appear. I'm really sorry about it. I didn't expect it to progress to this point."

Karin prodded a little.

"Look...you had some fun. You got the desired response. Be happy."

She added, "He's a sexy guy."

She grinned at Mai. Mai relaxed a trifle and smiled back.

"His appearance is magnetic, isn't it?"

"For sure," Karin responded. "I could go for him myself."

"Have you gotten to know him?" Mai asked.

"No, he's really kinda private, shy maybe."

Mai pondered on this. "So am I. I can relate to that. Perhaps I should speak to him, reassure him that nothing will come of this."

Karin liked the way this was going.

"That's not a bad idea."

Mai continued. "I'd like you to be present, so he doesn't get too anxious about it."

"Sure, that's fine with me." 

Mai looked over at Karin, studying her face for the first time. She seemed a bright girl, self-confident. She thought back to how Karin found her, sitting on the toilet, her panties around her ankles. At the thought, she turned crimson.

Karin knew immediately what she was thinking. She reached forward and laid her hand on Mai's forearm.

"I'm so embarrassed," Mai whispered.

Karin's hand remained on Mai's arm. Karin pushed the envelope again

Speaking softly, she said, "It's nothing we all haven't done. You just never expect an audience."

Mai sat quietly not knowing how to respond, not really wanting to reply.

Karin chose her words carefully. This listener would weigh mentally every thing Karin said.

"When I saw you at first, I thought about turning around and leaving."

Mai murmured, "Why didn't you?"

"You looked so beautiful, so sexy."

Mai remained silent. Her gaze went back to the tabletop. This was the nitty-gritty. Karin pushed on.

"I just stared at you. Your hand was on your pussy."

Mai's body jolted reflexively for a moment, but she remained quiet. The word, pussy, was spoken so casually. She didn't expect to hear such private and graphic language.

"I didn't want to wake you. It was so exciting. Stimulating."

Mai's eyes went to the door. Karin understood. She rose and turned the lock. She returned to her chair and pulled it closer to Mai's. They sat side by side.

Mai was bewildered by her reaction to the personal turn the conversation had taken. But she was frankly enjoying it. She knew that back in her undergraduate days, she heard similar talk in the dorm lounges. But she never participated. She was much too inhibited. She felt like a schoolgirl again, sharing private thoughts with a friend. She stared into Karin's eyes.

"I trust you. Please don't betray me."

Karin knew she had captured Mai in her net.

She said aloud, "I was hoping you would have faith in me. I want to be with you in this. This can be fun...exciting."

Mai was puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Karin tried to sound casual. "I mean, just go with the flow. I know you don't really want to end this flirty-flirty thing. Otherwise we wouldn't still be talking. I want to help you...share the experience with you."

Karen was careful. "As much as I can, anyway."

"What are you suggesting?" Mai asked carefully.

"Look," Karin responded, "First let's get him to meet with you alone. Or can you think of something we can approach him with together?"

Mai remained hesitant, but allowed herself to go along with the conversation. It occurred to her that she was being manipulated. But she was beginning to enjoy this scheming. She probed her mind for some commonality between the three of them.

"Music," she announced.

Mai got up from the chair and went to a corner bookshelf. She took a large book off the top shelf. It looked like a phone book to Karin.

Mai went over to the sofa and sat with the book between her legs. She started thumbing through it.

"Come here." Mai patted the cushion beside her , Karin sat down. She looked at the book in Mai's lap. It was a music catalogue. Mai was getting into it. She began to speak eagerly.

"There are many duets written for piano and cello. We can find something in the catalogue that would be fun to play. We could get together for practice sessions...you, Zacharia and me. We might even plan a performance."

Karin could see that Mai was hooked. She was elated. Now they could go after the big fish together. The thought of being alone with the two of them thrilled her. She could see the three of them huddled together planning the piece.

"What a great start!" she thought.

Mai stopped at a page. "Here's something."

Karen leaned over toward the book, leaning against Mai's shoulder. Mai pointed at an entry. She read aloud. "Without Pursuit." Duet for piano and cello. Composer-Sun Xiangqing. 2005."

Karin brightened, "Chinese?"

Mai got the proverbial cat-and-canary look. 

"Yes. A perfect choice."

Mai's comfort level raised another notch. She was enjoying Karin's company, and the closeness that seemed to be developing between them. They were sitting side by side. The sofa was old, transported here from her home when she took her new position at the school. She sat in the center cushion of three. It sagged in the middle. Karin's body was actually leaning into and against Mai's as they sat together. 

Now that the germ of an idea was actually a plan, and the earlier stress seemed to have slipped away, a feeling of tranquility and warmth enveloped Karin. Her mind again recaptured the events that led to this moment...Zach and Mai's public flirtation... seeing Mai with her fingers in her pussy...the little scheming session they had just shared.

She could feel the warmth of Mai's thigh against hers. While she had been flushed with excitement conspiring with Mai over this strategy, another form of pleasurable warmth now crept through her body. New images of the three of them together flashed through her mind...things she had never thought of....Mai in an embrace with Zach...then she and Zach...then she and Mai...then all three. She was becoming stimulated. Her physical needs were coming to the forefront.

This was a time for mental control. It was time to regroup her thoughts, and not screw it all up. She had come so far since she came through Mai's door. Karin moved to get up.

"No. Stay." 

Mai liked the physical contact. She felt a strong bond with Karin. These feelings were so new, the closeness so precious. She rested her hand on Karin's thigh. Karin's skirt had hiked up. Her fingers lightly stroked flesh covered only by panty hose.

"How can we get Zacharia involved?" Mai asked absently.

Karin was concentrating on Mai's hand on her thigh. Was Mai giving Karin a simple matronly caress? Karen loved the feeling of those small fingers stroking her flesh. Did she dare respond?

"Why don't you just send him an invitation to audition for the piece? Address it to his school mailbox."

Karin slid her hand next to Mai's. She felt the stroking fingers both on her thigh and against her own hand.

"That's a good idea. I'll write a note today."

They were now both staring into space, looking at nothing. Mai's hand slipped over Karin's and they intertwined fingers. They sat quietly. Karin's pussy was reacting to the gentle pressure from Mai's light caresses. Her cunt felt damp against her pantyhose. She squirmed sideways toward Mai.

Mai asked, "Do you think he'll do it?"

Karin reached her other hand across her body, took the book from Mai's lap and set it on the floor.

"He's really into you. He's going to be thrilled."

Mai looked down at her hand grasped between Karin's. She had not been so close to another woman physically since her undergrad days. It was a warm feeling, very pleasant. She half turned to Karin. Their thighs were tight to one another. Like Karin's, her skirt rolled upward toward her crotch. A black garter peeked out beneath her skirt. Their faces were close. Karen felt Mai's breath on her cheek.

"You wear garters?"

"Sometimes. It's my little stab at being sexy. I've never had much of a sensual persona, at least not till that business with Zach."

"Maybe it's time you broke loose."

Karin's hand atop Mai's moved over to the exposed garter. She played her index finger over and around the strap's button in a little circle. Mai shivered. She squeezed her legs together. She was getting hot again. Damp.

She moved her free hand to Karin's and began to lift it off her thigh.

"This is just a little fast for me." 

She looked into Mai's eyes. 

She whispered, "Just be with me, Ma'am."

Karin held her hand fast to the little clip. Mai considered Karin's comment. So far Mai had trusted her. This was her office, her school. She could end this at any time. She was really in control here.

"Stop thinking so much," she thought to herself. 

She withdrew her hand. Karin resumed playing with the button.

"I'm Mai."

Karin repeated, "Mai."

Both adjusted their bodies so that they were now facing each other, very close.

Karin repositioned her hands. Her left hand was now stroking the garter button and strap. She raised her right to Mai's face and with the back of her hand stroked Mai's hair. It was soft, smooth. Her hair smelled of fresh flowers and a hint of spice, maybe thyme. Karin's face leaned into Mai's. Her lips touched Mai's cheek. She breathed deeply. 

Mai felt Karin's breath on her face. She inhaled a whiff of tropical fruit. A small connection was beginning.

Mai strained her ears to hear Karin's next words. "I'm going to kiss you." 

Mai didn't move. "I never..."

"I know."

Karin held Mai's cheek and drew her close. Lips touched. Mai felt a moist tongue slip against her closed lips seeking an opening. Mai allowed her lips to part. Karin's tongue found a portal and slid forward. Once invited, the guest slipped between Mai's teeth and flicked her tongue. It was a soft caress. Mai instinctively responded. She rolled her own tongue over Karin's and moved it in a circle around the visitor. Karin's tongue darted forward in long strokes like a small cock in Mai's mouth. Mai had tasted her husband's tongue, of course, and occasionally his cock. He could be a bit coarse, rough even. This silken guest was gentle, loving. Mai quickly learned the game. She became completely lost in the kiss

This was the second time in a single day she had been hot with desire, first over a fantasy with a male student, and now again necking with a female student. This behavior was so new, strange. Where did it come from? Perhaps it was as Karin suggested. Something was just breaking loose.




Rainbow Symphony



"Dammit, I'm playing psychologist again. Enjoy the moment, for God's sake." Mai scolded herself.

The decision finally made, Mai wrapped her hand around the back of Karin's head and pulled it closer yet, forcing their lips tighter together. Karin's flaxen hair was thick, full. Mai grabbed a handful in her tiny fist and allowed her fingertips to play with strands. Karin felt a sting in her scalp as Mai pulled at the roots of her hair. She loved it. It was so exciting, feeling Mai's passion grow as she held her. 

Talk about dreams coming true...wow!

Mai's wore her panties over her garter belt. Karin's fingers left the garter strap and crept upward between Mai's thighs. Her fingertips touch the cloth over Mai's pussy. The silken fabric was damp. Some of the remnants of earlier activity had not yet dried. Additional hot juices were being added to the pool. Karin reached for the waistband. She curled her fingers around the front edge and tugged. Mai raised her ass off the sofa and back up a bit. The panties slid forward and stopped at her knees. Mai kicked her legs out straight, allowing Karin to completely remove them. Karin dropped them to the floor with a flourish. Through the kiss, from which they never broke, Mai let out a muffled giggle.

For Mai, this was exciting sex. Her husband was always so mechanical. Karin was so passionate, so demanding...so much in need. Mai felt totally desired. She wanted nothing more than to please this lover. She wondered for a moment what a good male lover could accomplish, equipped with a big, thick cock. Mai conjured up Zach, standing over her with a huge hard on, his black cock shooting white semen over her belly.

Karin caught a breath, "Are you alright, baby?"

"Say my name," Mai whispered

"Mai." Karin responded gently.

"Love me, Karin." Mai planted her mouth on Karin's lip, and sought her tongue.

Karin's pussy was twitching. Small contractions were already welling up deep within her cervix.

She thought she might come spontaneously. Was that possible? She wanted Mai's tiny fingers on her crease, massaging her pussy, reaching for her clit. 

Karin silently recited a mantra.

"Don't rush this. You've got her... you've got her. Let this be about her just a little longer."

Karin released her mouth from Mai's. Mai laid her head back against the cushion. Karin's hand reached up and rested on the bush over Mai's cunt. Karin took her first long look. Mai was grooving, She immediately raised her legs and pulled back her heels against her butt. She angled her knees outward exposing her entire fuck hole. The smooth, soft black hairs on either side of her slit framed the exposed outer lips. Swollen inner lips quivered in a second layer, just puffed enough to be barely visible. Her clit was a proud small button crowning the lips, changing color as Karin watched from pink to red to purple and back again.

Karin laid her middle finger along the cunt crack, her wrist toward Mai's belly.

She slowly curled the finger till it reached the clit. She curled her finger under the nub and deliberately drew her hand up toward Mai's belly, pressing hard against the nub as she did so.

Mai let loose a howl, "A-a-a-e-e-e-h!"

Karin looked toward the locked door. "Shhh."

Mai grimaced, then smiled, and then screwed up her face again. 

Mai's psyche left this earth. She was dancing in the clouds. Her pussy vibrated, sending thrilling messages throughout her body. Karin's hand and fingers continued their dance in and around Mai's pussy. The heavens around Mai took the form of a Chinese watercolor painting. A beautiful black man floated toward her over the clouds. As he got nearer, she saw his black cock, fully erect. She bent her knees and spread her legs. The cock had a life of its own. It elongated and snaked forward, sliding into her pussy.

"Fuck me. Fuck me."

Karin's fingers vibrated rapidly, constantly over the clit.

"I am coming. Karin, I am coming."

"Go ahead, baby. Go for it."

Karin recalled moments of her own masturbation. She used all the tricks, playing Mai's pussy and clitoris like a musical instrument. She planted her mouth on Mai's lips again and worked her tongue between Mai's teeth and gum, flicking the little clip of tissue top and bottom at the lips midline. She had heard them called the G-spots of the mouth.

Karin heard Mai's muffled voice within the kiss. "Mmm...Mmm."

Karin set up a rhythm in her finger, rolling it back and forth, up and down fast, then slow. She timed her motions with the pumping of Mai's hips as Mai reached for heights of her orgasm, the final series of spasms that signaled the end.

"Oh, it comes, it comes. Fuck me. Fuck me, Karin. Aiiigh....Aigh."

Karin raised her mouth from Mai's to give her breathing room. She allowed her educated finger to rest on Mai's swollen pearl.

"Oh, God! Again...it comes again!" 

Mai was raising her hips, once more reaching for Karin's hand. Surprised that Mai was getting off again, Karin inserted her index and middle finger into Mai's pussy and found the clit. She squeezed the nub hard between her fingers. She was sure she was hurting Mai.

"Yes...yes...more... do it! Do ...it!"

Karin looked down at Mai's face. She saw sheer animal lust. Mai's was gasping and crying. This creature under Karin's control contorted her face into an unrecognizable snarl.

"Fuck me, bitch. Harder. More. More. Aaaaaiiieeee!"

Mai's thighs banged together. She rolled her hips from side to side, lifting her ass again and again in throes of ecstasy.

And then she collapsed. Her ass sank into the sofa. Her legs extended on the floor. Her head rolled over on Karin's shoulder. Her arms lay at her sides.

Madame Chang had had her orgasm.

Karin's head leaned back against the cushion. She needed a moment to herself. Her hand and fingers were numb from the activity. Over time, Mai's breathing slowed. Karin was surprised she hadn't passed out. But Mai was recovering from the first true climax she had ever experienced. Karin was happy for Mai, but she needed a release of her own. Trying not to interfere with Mai's reverie as she recovered from her wonderful ride, Karin put lifted her hand to her belly and under the waistband of her panty hose. She slid a finger downward to the soggy hairs of her own bush and into her pussy. She began a much-needed rhythmic manipulation of her own clit.

"Ahh..." 

She raised her hips, timing the motion with each squeeze of her clit. Mai's head rolled a little with each stroke. Her well-traveled psyche finally returned to the real world. As she opened her eyes, she saw Karin's moving hand buried under her panty hose.

"Here, let me help you."

Mai rose and stood in front of Karin. Karin stared up at her. Mai's skirt was still bunched around her waist. Her garter belt and iridescent stockings framed a pussy that displayed a mat of damp black hair. She wore no panties, but her red shoes were still on her feet. She smiled down at Karin. Her face was devoid of make-up. Her hair was in total disarray.

"I must look a sight." She smiled. Then, "Thank you, Karin, so much."

Mai leaned forward and grasped sides of the panty hose.

"Lift your butt," she commanded.

Karin complied willingly. She lifted her ass as Mai pulled down the hose. Karin kicked off her loafers. The hose slid off easily. Mai looked down at Karin's pussy. 

A soft mat of wavy hair covered her crotch. Karin was a true natural blond. Her bush was golden yellow. Karin was of Scandinavian descent. Her skin was a pale white. It had a pink hue, spotless, smooth without blemish. Mai had shared locker room space all through her school years with female classmates. She had never seen a body so...so pure looking. 

For an instant, she thought about Zacharia Zama. A native African, his skin was as black as Karin's was white. What would they look like side by side, even fucking? Mai gasped for a moment at the thought.

"What is it?" Karin asked.

"Nothing, really. I was just thinking how beautiful you are."

"Thanks, sugar, come here and give me a kiss."

Karin pulled Mai down beside her and they were quickly kissing, sucking on each other's mouths and twirling tongues.

Mai hoped with all her heart she could please Karin. She had masturbated today for the first time in several years. She had never touched another woman. She reached her hand across Karin's waist and let it slide down Karin's belly to the top of her pubic hair.

"So soft," she said.

She curled her fingers slightly and let them drift down through the hairs to the top of the crease in Karin's pussy. She slid a finger down into Karin's cunt. It was slippery and wet. Mai withdrew her finger.

"Oh, no, don't stop." Karin whimpered.

"I just want a taste," Mai replied.

Mai licked the tip of her finger tentatively.

"Salty," she said matter-of-factly.

Her hand returned to Karin's pussy. She reinserted her finger into Karin's crevice, feeling for the clit.

"Up a little higher." Then, "Yes...yes...there...ohh...ohh."

Mai began to systematically massage Karin's nub, feeling it stiffen. It pleased her to feel Karin's reaction to her touch. She liked being on the controlling end, sensing the reaction to her efforts. She leaned over Karin's mouth to begin kissing her again.

"Mai," she whispered. "Use another finger. Your hands are so tiny. I want more of you."

"Thank you for telling me, Karin," she murmured back, "I want so much to please you."

Mai placed her lips firmly against Karin's and began kissing her again. She loved this French kissing. She placed her second and third fingers together and began rubbing Karin's clit again. Karin began to moan through the kiss and raise her ass in concert with Mai's fingering.

"More," she mumbled through clenched teeth and through the kiss.

Mai inserted her three middle fingers in Karin's fuck hole and continue working the clit. Karin began an increase in her pounding. It was hard for Mai to keep her fingers against Karin's clit and maintain a rhythm. Karin was getting a little wild. Her thrashing became more erratic. Mai knew the feeling. She had just been there. She overlapped her four small fingers into a pseudo-cock. She slipped the grouped fingers into Karin's pussy and hooked her thumb outside the crease on the upper end of her pussy.

Karin pulled her mouth away form Mai's. She began muttering a new mantra, pounding and grinding against Mai's grip.

"Fuck me.. Pound my fucking cunt.. Slam me.. Push, push. Oh, I need a cock...a real prick!!"

Mai was holding on for dear life, her hand jerking in and out of Karin's pussy, her other arm around her body, moving her body with Karin's while she thrashed. Karin's cunt was pouring lubrication out of her crease. The pussy lips were swollen. Mai's hand was swimming around over Karin's pussy lips searching for the clit. Her thumb slipped off the crease and her hand clenched into a tiny fist, just as Karin's ass thrust upward. Mai was pushing against the outer lips. Suddenly, with just a little popping, sucking sound, her hand was buried in Karen's fuck hole.

Karin gave a muffled cry,"Oh-o-o-h."

"I am so sorry, so sorry," Mai whimpered.

"No, 's OK, 's OK."

She was being fist fucked by an exotic Asian woman. What could ever be better than that?

Karin's breathing became labored. Her ultimate trip was beginning. She tried to control her thrashing to get the most out of this new experience. Her movements became more even.

She started giving orders.

"Keep the fist in. Go in and out, in and out. You've got it. Fuck me, Mai. That's it... that's it. Good girl. Keep it up. Keep it up... Yeah... yeah."

Then there was no more talking. Karin was grunting, and then moaning. Mai moved her clenched hand in tight, short little piston-like strokes, so it wouldn't pop out of the hole. Karin's head began rocking side to side. Her ass was slamming up and down, up and down.

"It's coming...coming... now!!"

Karin's ass gave a sudden final heave.

"Arrgghhh...arrgghhh!"

Then her body sank back deep into the cushion. It was over.

Mai pulled her tiny fist out of Karin's pussy. She put the back of her hand to her mouth and gave a little lick.

She looked in Karin's eyes. 

"Yum."

Fourth Movement

Dear Mr. Zama,

I would like to invite you to participate in a unique musical exercise.

I have discovered a new piece, a duet for piano and cello. A Chinese composer wrote it. I have heard a CD of a performance given in Shanghai. It is beautifully written, somewhat of a lullaby. Ms. Karin Sorensen has agreed to take the piano role. Could I interest you in the cello portion? Unfortunately, I can offer no credits for this role. It will be a private exercise, for just the three of us, conductor, pianist and cellist.

However, if we do well in practice, we might be asked to play the piece as part of this year's Commencement exercise. This would give you some exposure to orchestral recruiters in the audience.

Our first read could be as early as tomorrow after lunch break. If interested, please come to my office at that time.

I look forward to an affirmative response.

Sincerely,

Mai Chang

Director of Music

Zach sat alone at a small table in the lunchroom. He had studied the note with great excitement, and some concern. He had read and reread it. This was a wonderful offer, an opportunity to work privately with a famous conductor. Normally, this would be a plum of an assignment for any student. Working with her and that pretty blond made the offer especially inviting.

But he couldn't erase from his mind the occurrence at practice a few days ago. Were these two genuinely inviting him to play music with them, or was this some scheme to get evidence to have him expelled from the school? Maybe they would bring up the incident in casual conversation, and secretly tape a confession of voyeurism or sexual harassment from his own mouth. 

If she wanted to cause him grief, though, why would she devise a Machiavellian scheme like that? Why not simply confront him in the Provost's office? 

On the other hand, perhaps her flashing him wasn't a defiant thrust. Maybe she was really attracted to him. Possibly, she used this offer as a way to meet him in a private setting. To think she would devise such an elaborate scheme, though, was really ludicrous. The school was full of attractive men, some really good looking and accomplished. What would she want from a young African grad student?

His best option, he decided, was to start the program, stay cool and professional, keep in mind the many warning he had received from friends, and let things go from there. He gulped down the rest of his Coke, picked up his cello case and headed down the hall.

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Karin sat at the piano tinkering with the opening bars of the chosen piece, Without Pursuit. The stool was a secretary's chair with a springed back, quite comfortable. Beside the piano was an open folding chair and music stand, ready for the cellist. She could hear her heartbeat pound in her ears. She attempted to breathe slowly and deeply. She remained in control of her senses, but barely.

Mai stood at the table, arranging and rearranging a small bouquet of flowers she had bought at the supermarket this morning. She liked flowers but had never bought them for her office. She was so seldom there. It was an attempt at making the room a little homier, more comfortable looking.

She thought again of her experience with Karin. She had all her adult life assumed she was not a sensual person, considering herself almost asexual. Now, she thought of nothing but sex. While she was as excited about today as Karin was, she was in better control of her emotions. This frivolity could cause her much grief, personally and professionally. She felt she would have time to release her emotions at the appropriate moment.

"Do you think he'll come?" Karin asked.

"Oh, I think so. Curiosity will get the best of him. He started this, remember, undressing me with his eyes from his orchestra seat. He's probably concerned, though, about my motives. He's going to play it very cool. But he's a just a guy, like any other guy. He still hopes he'll get lucky."

There was a knock on the door. Though both had decided to be cool, a wave of nervous excitement caused their eyes to swing to the door reflexively. Mai looked down at her blouse and skirt one more time. She decided she looked OK. She had tied her hair back in a ponytail with red ribbon, her attempt at looking younger.

She opened the door. Zach stood in the doorway. Mai smiled and waved him in. She locked the door behind him. Zach and Mai sat at the table. Karin swung around on her stool and faced them. There followed some small talk about settling into a new school, and making new friends. Mai told a couple of anecdotes about previous concert pieces she had conducted. These were amusing stories she had told many times before. She was good at it. The easy talk relaxed all three. Each was sending exploratory glances at the other. This was nothing really unusual for a new group of associates.

Mai wore a shirtwaist blouse and skirt. The skirt flared with pleats. She always chose full cut clothing to flesh out her thin frame and accentuate her hips. Her blouse was white silk unbuttoned half way down her bosom. She was small breasted, and so there was no real cleavage to expose. Had she worn a pushup bra, she might have created a small valley between her breasts. Her instincts told her today that bra-less was best. Her nipples rubbed against the silk, causing them to become erect. Two small puckered creases of fabric marked their position. Zach noticed. He had never had felt a breast through a silk blouse. The thought excited him a little. Mai caught his glance and was pleased. Karin again wore a skirt and sweater, looking quite collegiate. She wore a bra, its straps and seams barely visible through the fabric. Zach noticed that the flesh of her tits swelled along the sides of her bra, an indication of their fullness. Her golden hair lay across her shoulders framing her pretty face.

He thought both women were especially attractive. They were certainly different from his previous female contacts, all of which were black African.

Zach wore a pair of black cargo pants and turtleneck. The pants sit snugly over his frame, accenting his high-sloped ass. His belt was snugged up to a flat stomach. Karin's eyes followed the seam of his fly down to where his cock and balls caused an obvious swelling in his crotch. Karen felt an itch in her pussy. She had never seen a black cock. Here was one close enough to touch. Zach was actually taller than Karin. She liked that. She imagined having him hold her, his erection growing against her belly. If she stood on tiptoe, his cock could rub against her pussy. Zach caught the look.

Zach was a bright young man. He was beginning to consider the true reason why they were together, here in Mai's office. Were they really coming on to him? He found this hard to believe, but this was a strange land. He supposed anything was possible in this country. He became more relaxed, feeling in better control of the situation. He realized that his paranoia about secret tapes and accusations was a bit far-fetched.

The ladies were of the same opinion. They had seen Zachs' cursory look-over. It looked as if everyone was on the same page. It seemed simply a matter of who would make the first move. Mai got things going.

"Zacharia, why don't you take your seat, and let's try a first sight read of the piece?"

"Ma'am, my friends call me Zach."

Karin chirped in, "Am I your friend?"

They all laughed. Zach went to his place, the folding chair and opened his cello case. There was a bit of rustling of music and chairs, and each settled in. Mai stood beside the piano, facing Zach and tapped her baton.




Rainbow Symphony



"Shall we begin?'

Mai set the pace. Karin began the prelude and Zach joined in a few bars later with the harmony. It was definitely an Asian piece. Zach had an opportunity to show his virtuosity with staccato string plucking. The twang of Chinese rhythms filled the room. They played the short piece through with few errors. The first run through took about twelve minutes. Professionally, all three were quite pleased.

"Anybody for a Coke?" Mai asked . She rose and went to the small fridge. She reached in, grabbed three and set them on the table with a few paper cups.

"Sure thing."

Zach lay the cello down carefully, moved to the table and sat. Karin came over and sat beside him. Mai took her place in the chair on the other side. Zach was sandwiched between the two. Mai poured some Coke into three paper cups. 

"Thanks."

Zach took a sip and stretched his leg under the table. His calf brushed against Mai's leg. Instead of withdrawing her calf, Mai returned the pressure.

"Sorry," Zach said automatically.

"It's OK," Mai answered. 

Zach felt Mai's calf raise and lower itself against his. He recognized that he was being caressed. He returned the signal with a touch of pressure of his own. Mai remained silent, her head down, her leg on fire under the table. 

Karin recognized the sudden silence. Her heart skipped a beat. She studied the faces of both looking for a sign. Zach stared straight ahead at the distant wall. He had decided before he entered the room, he would do nothing brash, nothing that could be misconstrued. Mai's face flushed. Her cheeks pinked up. Karin knew something was going on between the two. She sat still, waiting. What she had prayed for was happening. Something was starting. Zach looked into Mai's eyes. Mai looked up, a little embarrassed, and withdrew her leg.

"Don't" Zach said softly. "I like the contact."

Mai let her leg fall back against Zach's, this time with a firm pressure. Karin knew a game of footsie was occurring out of her sight. She wanted to move her leg over toward Zach's, but resisted. She decided to let things take their course, not to tread on Mai's turf. Mai was the boss, after all. Karin was sizzling watching them, but kept still. Mai was conscious of Zach's strong leg. It felt huge against her small limb. She felt the heat of his body through his leg. It felt so warm, almost searing her calf where they touched.

Zach's cock was coming awake. He wore boxer shorts. With a small adjustment of his thigh, he allowed the shaft free travel along his leg as it filled with blood. He could feel the glans exit his foreskin and rub against the cotton cloth of his underwear. It was rough, irritating the sensitive head. He squirmed, reached under the table, put his hand against the cargo pant leg and lifted the material away from the swollen knob.

Mai thought she knew what was happening. He had a hard on. Where should she go from here? She was far from an experienced lover. She wished the man would make a move of some kind. Zach continued to hold firm in his decision. Any direct sexual overtone had to come from Mai. Karin made finally the move.

Nervously grasping Zach's hand, she said, "Look at those fingers, Mai. They are so thick. Zach, how do you manage to pluck at those delicate strings so easily?"

Zach looked down at their entwined fingers. He remained silent.

"Mai. Feel his fingertips. They seem so sensitive for such a big guy." She gave his hand a squeeze.

She leaned forward resting her knee against Zach's thigh, massaging his fingers lightly.

Mai hesitantly took Zach's other hand in hers. Mai's hand was trembling. Zach now was sure he was on safe ground. The time had come. He knew he could have either of them, maybe both. Mai was the easy choice first 

She had made the overture. She had written the note.

He released Karin's hand, but held Mai's firmly in his grip. He rose and pulled her up out of her chair. Mai and Zach faced each other. Zach towered over Mai by over a foot. She was tense, wanting this, but unable to look into his face. She stood still, staring at the center of his chest. She felt herself relinquishing control of the situation to Zach. Actually, she felt relief. This was a strong, powerful male. This had been what she had seen in Zach, what she had wanted from him. She shivered as she stood with him, craving to be held.

For Zach, months of solitary existence with no female contact were coming to an end. He felt the power growing in him. His cock was straining against the layers of his clothing. Roles here were now reversed. He would conduct this symphony.

She wanted him? She was going to have him.

He put his arms under hers and lifted her bodily off the floor. She looked up as her face reached the level of his. She threw her arms around his neck. Her mouth found his and she laid her lips against his, her mouth open, her tongue pushing between his lips. He literally inhaled her tongue. He sucked her into his mouth, his own large tongue curling around hers, encircling it. In his mouth, she tasted exotic fruits and spices. He smelled of musk.

Mai was delirious with sexual fervor. As her body hung in space, he lowered one hand against her waist and pulled her body against his. His cock lay against her crotch, the shaft falling along her thighs. He felt awfully big.

As she stood watching, Karin's pussy was aching so much she doubled over for a moment, laid a hand against her crotch and pressed hard. She forced herself to stand aside and let Mai enjoy her booty. Looking at this big stud, she was sure he was capable of more than one round. Partly to help Mai, but mainly for her own selfish wish to move things along, she went to the convertible sofa. She threw the cushions aside and pulled the bed open. It was a queen size, covered with a fresh sheet over a thin mattress.

Zacharia saw Karin scurrying around.

"They are quite a team," he reflected.

He remained silent. The less he said, the more he seemed to accomplish. He turned to the bed, Mai still clutched in his arms, bent from the waist and gently deposited Mai's body on the mattress. He stood looking at her for a moment. She was so small, so fragile. A small China doll lay before him. He felt superhuman, like a warrior about to ravage his captive. A tiny voice within him warned him to be careful. The head of the Music Department was on display before his eyes. Mai opened her eyes. Her hands drifted to her blouse. She reached for the top button.

"Don't." 

He crept onto the bed and straddled Mai's still form. He took her hands in his and laid them at her sides. He placed a massive hand gently on a breast. The sensation was as he had imagined it would be, as he had sat at the rehearsal undressing her with his eyes. His fingertips played over the silk, crossing over her erect nipple. They traveled slowly in a circular motion around and over the hard little mound. He closed his eyes and savored the texture of the silk over her nub under his fingertips.

Mai tried to remain still, allowing Zach to enjoy his discoveries. But really she wished he would move along. Her pussy was aching. She wanted to see and feel his prick against her body.

"Ahh...Ohh."

It was so hard to just lie there.

Finally, he slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. He spread the shirt open and looked down at Mai's breasts. They were small. But they were perfect. Each mound rose like a half melon on each side of her chest. Her skin had a golden glow. In the center of each globe perched a chocolate Hershey kiss, its pointed button inviting a taste. Zach's head dipped forward. His lips parted and enveloped the nipple. He inhaled the button into his mouth and licked his prize. He flicked his tongue over and around each peak, enjoying yet another sensation and texture. He remembered watching her on the podium, wondering at the contours of her tits. Now he was here with his prize.

Karin watched in awe. She had been with a few men, other students. This African instinctively knew how to excite a woman. She marveled at Mai's ability to accept Zach's control and await his next action. Obviously, he didn't mind her watching them. He didn't seem to know she was even there. In truth Zach was completely aware of Karin's presence and responses to his actions. It actually heightened his enjoyment. He had never thought of himself as an exhibitionist. There was certainly some of that in his sexual makeup.

Karin took the chair away from the piano and moved it to the bedside. Without a thought of modesty (what was the point anymore, for God's sake?), she kicked off her shoes. She unrolled her panty hose down her legs and removed them. She tossed them to a corner of the room and sat in the chair facing the involved lovers.

Zach crept back on the bed and motioned Mai to raise her shoulders, Mai shrugged out of the blouse. Zach methodically moved to Mai's skirt. Mai took Zach's direction. She raised her hips. He unsnapped the waistband and pulled down her skirt. She wore red panties again, as he had seen on the podium. Mai had remembered that and wore them today. Her hips were still raised, her crotch pointing at Zach. Mai felt his hands tremble as he pulled them down. He left the garter belt and stockings untouched.

"Well, at least he's not a machine," she thought, happy to feel emotional feedback.

Mai did not anticipate this slow strip. But it was wonderful being admired so by this handsome hulk. Watching him enjoying the show gave her a huge boost in self-esteem. 

Karin leaned back in her chair, put a finger into the crease of her pussy, and began fingering her clit. She tried controlling her fingering, as well as her breathing. She didn't want to come too quickly. She watched the two of them as if she were seeing a sex video. Of course this was much better.

Zach looked down at Mai's silken bush, with its wild thatch of black hair. He placed a hand on each thigh and spread her legs. Her pussy was dazzling. The puffy inflamed outer lips framed the pink inner lips of her cunt. The bush now formed a circle around Mai's fuck hole, like an inviting target.

Zach stood up. He saw Karin slouched quietly in her chair fingering herself. He favored her with a small smile. He winked a promise toward her. Her body quivered. Karin continued her light stroking.

Mai started to rise, reaching for the zipper of Zach's cargo pants.

"No." A quiet command. Mai lay back meekly. 

Zach unbuttoned the waistband and slowly unzipped. The pants fell open. His erect penis sprung free. Mai had no reference point. It certainly bigger than any cock she had ever seen, or even imagined. Karen saw his erection from the side. The shaft was very thick. The erect shaft flared upward. The glans sat at its end looked like a massive walnut. Karin thought it was perfect. Its shape was designed to slide inward and upward easily into a waiting pussy.

"Oh, Lordy," she thought. 

She was waiting her turn, but she was indeed getting impatient.

Zach stepped out of his pants and stood over Mai.

Mai looked up at him. "Fuck me...please fuck me now. Stick it in..now...please."

Zach wanted to fuck her, too. He had thought that she would want some foreplay. Most women do. But, no. This China doll was really hot. She wanted her pussy filled now. 

Zach looked the situation over. He wanted to fuck her. He was ready and anxious. But she was so small. Could he hurt her? It was possible. He didn't want to appear hesitant. That would frighten her and spoil the mood. She was obviously inexperienced. He would have to be in complete control while he fucked her. Mainly, though, he wanted very much to please her. While he was excited to fuck Karin as well, he had a true affection and respect for Mai. He wanted very much for her to feel a fondness him, even if just a little.

For the first time since entering the room, he spoke to Mai.

"I'm in love with you, Ma'am."

Tears of joy welled up in her eyes. 

"Thank you, Zacharia," she whispered.

He got on the bed on his knees. He reached forward and lifted both Mai's legs. He pulled her bodily to him and put her tiny feet up on his shoulders. He was so tall, she so small, only her head and shoulders were on the mattress.

"Tell me if I hurt you."

He took his cock in his hand and guided the glans to the entrance to her honey pot, and pushed just a little.

"Oh, Zach. O-h-h."

Mai's pussy reacted immediately to the feeling of the hot knob against her pussy. Zach, as well, needed his glans surrounded by the inside of a juicy cunt.

"I'm going to put it in now."

Zach applied pressure against her pussy lips with his crown. Mai's inner lips stretched and contoured around the knob.

"OK?"

"Yes. 'S OK."

Mai grabbed at Zach's waist. She couldn't get her small arms around him, but gripped his waist on each side. Zach leaned forward and advanced his hips. There was a little "pop". He was in. Zach's knob alone literally filled Mai's pussy. As Zach rocked, pumping his shaft inside her fuck hole, his cock lifted Mai's ass up and down on the mattress. The small muscles inside her pussy squeezed against Zach's glans. She was able to lock the helmet into her fuck hole.

For Mai, this was sheer heaven. She was so happy to feel his prick inside her. His slightest motion created multiple sensations within her pussy. She began using muscles in her fuck hole she never know existed. 

For Zach, he was thrilled looking at this toy of a woman under him. He saw that more than half his shaft was outside her body. Still, he felt the strong muscles inside her cunt massaging his glans. It was like being sucked in a woman's mouth, but infinitely better.

"I am too small for you," Mai whimpered. "I am sorry."

Zach was not used to this Asian intellect, always wanting to be sure she was satisfying her partner. He had never been with a woman like that.

"Mai," Zach whispered back, "I have never been in a tighter pussy, never been in a better place."

Mai's heart filled with joy. She continued to milk Zach's cock within her pussy, contracting her inner muscles constantly. She had never realized she had this skill. He, in turn, rolled his hips making the knob inside her roll around in her walls.

They were moaning, sighing, moving together in utter pleasure. Karin watched them, enjoying the show more than she thought she could. She sat watching the two lovers enjoying each other, helping each other. Watching Zach and Mai fucking was a turn-on, but she hadn't realized how much she enjoyed voyeurism till now. She was close to orgasm. She wanted to wait for them, and get off with them. She was multi-orgasmic, what men called a machine-gun girl. She knew she had a lot left. She was ready to let go when they were ready. They looked pretty ready. And she was sure this stud could easily go another round.

Mai began her mantra. Karin had heard it before.

"Fuck me, Zach. Fuck me... I come...I come... bastard...cock sucker...son of a bitch. Do me... do me..."

Zach felt the squeezing of Mai's muscles deep in her cunt. How did she do it? He had never felt anything like this before.

He was not normally vocal during sex. This time he needed the oral outlet. However, he knew where he was. This office had thin walls. He squeaked out muffled cries and grunts.

"Aaagghh...aarrgghh."

They were in the throes of orgasm together. Zach felt semen start the trip down his shaft. Mai's contraction intensified. Zach's glans swelled within Mai's pussy, filling it completely.

"I love you, Zach."

It was a statement made in the bliss of the moments, but Zach was thrilled. He felt his shaft's pulsations quicken.

And then they came. Zach filled Mai so completely that semen spurted into and poured out the sides of her pussy lips, onto their crotches, matting their pubic hair. Zach fell over sideways, carrying Mai with him. They lay together slowly coming down off their highs. Zach still kept his hard on, and was still inside Mai's pussy

Karin had the best orgasm she had ever experienced by her own hand. She had come in several little waves while Mai and Zach were fucking. Their final thrashing and dirty love talk sent her over the edge. She continued to orgasm a bit after they did, and so they had the pleasure of hearing her lusty, but controlled howls. Her cries of pleasure when she came gave their own orgasms an extra kick.

They remained still, all three of them. Karin was in the chair, Zach and Mai on the sofa bed. After a short time, Karin rose and disappeared into the bathroom. She came out with a few towels and a box of tissues. She popped onto the bed with the other two. Zach slowly pulled his cock out of Mai's pussy. There was a slurping sound as his knob exited.

Mai let out a little cry of pleasure, "Oooo..."

Zach and Mai sat up and took the proffered towels and tissues and the three of them wiped themselves dry. They were still a little sticky, but none of the three thought about it. They were each relaxed and content.

Karin looked down at Zach's cock.

"How long do you stay hard like that?" she asked.

Zach replied off-handedly, "I never thought about it much. It just goes down when it's ready."

"I hope it's not ready," Karin murmured, a bit shyly.

"No."

Karin said" "You don't say much."

Zach smiled, "No, I don't."

Karin, by nature, was an outgoing, confident, happy girl. There had never been any strife in her home. She had a positive outlook on life. She felt life was treating her well. She had felt no jealousy during Zach and Mai's lovemaking.

Mai sat up to clean her crotch. She scooted over and sat beside Karin. Zach was reclining on one arm, facing them. Karin moved to Zach's side and stretched out her body and lay beside him. She rolled over and faced him. He put his arm around her and pulled her to him. Karin was only three inches shorter than Zach. She parted her legs and pushed her crotch against Zach's. His cock slipped easily between her legs. It was still firm. It felt hot against Karin's pussy.

Zach put his face against Karin's. Their lips met. Zach moved his tongue against hers. Karin applied some suction and drew Zach's tongue into her mouth. She played with Zach's tongue, chewing on it lightly with her teeth, and hitting up against his gum with the tip of her tongue, teasing him. Zach 's cock jumped a couple of times in Karen's crotch.

Karin pulled her mouth away. "You like that?"

"You're very good with your tongue," Zach said.

Karin smiled. "So I've been told."

She rolled on her back lying between Zach and Mai.

Very casually, she said to Zach, "Would you like to fuck my mouth?"

Zach was surprised and pleased at the offer. He had had his share of blowjobs. Oral sex was the usual first attempt in most post puberty experimentation. But he had never climbed on a woman's face and fucked her mouth. When a woman blows a man, he usually reclines and the woman performs the task. To pump his cock in a female mouth and be in control? He had never done that.

"Sure." 

"OK. I want something in return."

"Oh?'

"I love to fuck. Yours is the biggest, fattest, meanest cock I've ever seen. Come in my mouth. I'll suck you dry. But I want a long wild ride. And remember to save some of that fuckin' black African energy for my Big O."

"That's not a problem."

"I didn't think so. Come aboard and stick that piece of meat in my mouth, big boy."

Mai was astounded by Karin's language. She had never heard such rough talk. It was hard for her to believe that Karin was capable of such lingo. But a strange thing happened. The dirty talk coming from Karin's mouth was stimulating. She was actually getting horny again. She realized she had much to learn.

Zach eagerly straddled Karin's face, his cock still fully erect. The glans was swollen purple. Newly secreted precum dribbled down from the hole in the helmet. His balls hung down behind his cock and bounced under Karin's chin. Karin put her hand around Zach's prick and directed the head toward her open mouth. She licked as bit of precum from the glans. It tasted a little sweet and a little sour, not unlike an Italian dressing. She licked the head a few times to fill Zach with anticipation and then opened her mouth very wide to receive his thick pole. She lightly held his balls in her other hand, just supporting them rather than holding them. Zach knew he was in the hands and mouth of an expert.




Rainbow Symphony



Karin had never had a powerful gag reflex. She learned early in her sexual experience that this was of great advantage to the recipient of her favors. The head of a cock bouncing off the uvula at the back of her gullet gave her a pleasant sensation of combined power and pleasure as a cock was thrust into her mouth and toward the back of her throat.

Zach at first exhibited restraint as he began to piston his cock into Karin's mouth. But he felt her draw as much of him as she could as he fucked her mouth. Soon restraint gave way to animal lust as he felt a mouth and tongue doing things he didn't think was possible. Zach put his hands ahead of his chest up toward the top of the mattress. Grabbing the sheet beneath his fingers as an anchor, he started ramming his cock into the open wet, slippery orifice beneath him. Karin's head moved with his thrusting, sucking his glans flicking her tongue over it as rapidly as she could. She knew what men liked.

Mai became thoroughly aroused. She was as hot to fuck as she was when Zach first lifted her into his arms. My God, she thought, will he still have something left for me when this female fucking machine was done with him? She watched Zach's huge cock disappear and reappear as he fucked Karin's mouth. Karin did not lie still as she worked her wonders on Zach. Her lower body was thrashing around the mattress. Her hips were alternately rolling from side to side and thrusting up and down. The whole bed was shaking. 

Mai moved her face down to Karin's crotch. Karin's pussy was sopping wet. Fresh glistening lubricant was freshly seeping from between the lips. She grasped Karin's thighs and rolled her body between them to hold her down. She opened her mouth and licked Karin's crease to taste the organic cocktail. The salty blend was not unpleasant. She rolled her tongue up the crease to get a full taste.

"Nngghh." That was Karin. Mai felt a twinge of pleasure. Karin's mouth was full with Zach's cock. Yet through that mouthful, she uttered a guttural sound of delight. Mai was still learning. Any inhibitions she may have had yesterday had disappeared today. She had learned another new lesson. It is as important to give pleasure as to receive it.

Mai forced her small mouth as hard as she could against Karin's pussy. She spread the lips with her fingers and probed her tongue deep into the crease. At the upper edge of Karin's pussy, she found a hard knob. She licked it with a compressed tongue.

"Aarrgghh!!!"

Yes, that was it, all right.

It was Karin's turn for a new experience. She had her mouth full of a huge black cock, dripping precum into her mouth as she sucked. Down in her nether region, a small Chinese mouth was working wonders on her pussy. Karin's cunt was as sensitive as she ever remembered, even more so. As Mai licked her, she came again and again in little waves. 

Each time another tremor hit her pussy, she sucked Zach cock even harder. Zach could feel the vacuum effect of Karin's efforts. He knew he was going to come soon. Could he keep the shaft fully erect for Karen as he promised? He now wasn't so sure. But he wasn't thinking of anyone but himself at this point. Unfortunately, few men do. This was the supreme blowjob. Would she keep her mouth on him when he spurted? He was going to find out soon.

Below, Mai continued sucking and licking Karin's pussy. She settled her chin comfortably in Karin's crotch and continued a licking and sucking motion that was quite effortless. She enjoyed being so close to a woman's cunt as it spasmed. She could almost feel every contraction inside Karin's fuck hole.

Mai could tell they were very close. Both Karin and Zach were pushing harder and faster. They were reaching for their goals. Mai kept at her task, holding Karin's legs tight, so she wouldn't lose her grip at the important moment. Zach started thrusting, and then stopping... thrusting then stopping. Semen was coming up the line.

"Aahhhh!" from Zach. 

Karin felt spurts of cream fill her mouth. As semen left his cock, she pulled back and swallowed, then thrust forward, then back again and swallowed again. Zach felt her mouth on his glans during his entire ejaculation. She literally did suck him dry. She said she would. This had been the best. No fuck, no blowjob had ever been like this. He withdrew his cock from Karin's mouth and lay beside her, his eyes on the ceiling.

Karin continued with her continuous, small orgasms. They were great, but she needed and wanted the big one. Soon she would have it. Mai sensed that she had done her job. She raised her head and slid up Karin's frame keeping her body in full contact with Karin's, up past Karin's tits until she reached her mouth. Mai planted her lips on Karin's and gave her simple kiss.

"Thanks, sweetie."

"Karin, you are so very welcome." 

Karin turned to Zach, lying beside her.

"I'm ready for my Big O."

She looked down at Zach's crotch. It was still thick and long, but it was limp. This foreskin covered the glans. He appeared to be finished for the day.

"Zach," Karin said petulantly, "You promised.

"I've only come twice," Zach said, smiling. "Give me a minute. When my cock rises again, you are going to have a hard time getting me to come again."

"Really," Mai interrupted, "Then maybe we'll just have to take turns."

She made a little fist and poked Zach playfully on the side on his rib cage.

"And what, pray tell," asked Karin, "is the magic that will make your precious tool rise from the dead?"

"I don't know, not much. Mai, would you play with your pussy a little? I'd love to see you get off."

Mai looked at him. "It's pretty sensitive. It won't take much."

Mai was beyond modesty. She sat on the mattress and faced Zach. She spread her legs apart. Zach looked at her swollen, well used pussy, coated with dried semen, and some glistening fresh lubricant, brought on by her work on Karin.

Karin came up behind Mai and supported her against her breasts. Mai put a finger against her pussy. It disappeared into her crack. Her cunt was so raw from the incursion of Zach's cock, she immediately began to react to her own masturbation. "Oh...oh."

Zach watched Mai carefully, lying on his back. She was so beautiful. Even looking at her fucking herself stirred him.

Both women had their eyes fixed on Zach's limp cock. As they watched, it slowly filled and firmed up. In almost slow motion, the shaft raised and lengthened.

"Keep working," Zach said to Mai. A new tremor of excitement was in his voice

As if it had a life of its own, the purple glans, shining with new precum, emerged from its foreskin. His cock again lengthened to full size. Both women gasped. Mai reached for the cock.

"My turn," Karin said simply. Mai lay back to watch.

Zach asked Karin, "Which way?'

Karin knew what she wanted.

"Me on top."

Zach remained on his back. This time it was Karin that mounted her lover. Her hips straddled Zach's crotch. She grabbed his cock eagerly in one hand. She raised her body well above the glistening head and placed it against her pussy lips. Without a moment's hesitation, she dropped fully onto his cock. As she did so, she arched her back and thrust forward so she became fully impaled. Zach's huge prick disappeared into Karin's fuck hole . "God. I was waiting for this, you fucking black giant. Let's have a ride!"

As Zach was in command when he fucked her mouth, Karin now took the lead. She had had so much stimulation from all the excitement and from Mai's mouth, she wasn't sure she could last very long. But she needed the release. The early anticipation was getting the better of her. She began riding Zach's cock. It filled her cunt completely, but there were a few hollow places in her pussy. She found that by rocking and sliding in a rotating motion, she was getting the most out of Zach's tool. She rode him as if he were a stallion, her hands on his chest for balance, her knees locked against his thighs.

"Ride me, girl," Zach encouraged, "Fuck me!"

She wasn't as tight as Mai, but the friction of their mutual bucking made this experience equally enjoyable.

Karin was having the time of her life. This was a big cock, all right. Every part of her pussy was being stimulated at once.

The sensation was almost unbearable. She rode the cock. She raised her hips. She slammed down hard. She rocked, feeling his helmet inside rolling against the back of her cervix...way back there. That was a first!

Mai watched them fucking with envy. She wished she could have taken all of Zach like that. But he had said she pleased him. She hoped he meant it.

The two lovers enjoyed each other, each moving in a way that gave them the most pleasure. Zach had kept his promise. He would not come before she did.

The contractions in her pussy grew more pronounced, and closer together. She was ready to come, wanted to come.

"This is it, big boy, the Big O."

"Go for it," Zach whispered.

Mai squatted beside Karin, leaned forward and put her lips against Karin's. Karin did not object. She threw her arms around Mai's small neck. Their tongued danced together. Mai held Karin as Karin bucked through the final throes of her orgasm. Contractions grew in Karin's pussy. She thrust faster and faster against Zach's huge cock.

Through Mai's kisses came the sounds of Karin's orgasm.

"Nngghh...nnghh".

Mai released her lips from Karin's to allow her to breath. Karin fell against Zach's chest, kissing one of his nipples and fondling the other. . "Thanks, big guy," she purred.

"No problem."

Karin rolled off him and laid back, her legs apart. She was totally satisfied.

Coda

Zach leaned over to Mai. He smiled.

"What?" she asked.

"I need to come," he said. "Will you fuck me?'

Mai wanted nothing more. She had stimulated her pussy when she played with herself for Zach. Then she watched the two of them fuck for what seemed like forever. She did want Zach again. This time, also, she knew what to expect.

"Zach, can we try it from behind? On my back, I was pinned. I want to move with you."

Zach was ecstatic to hear an innovative suggestion come from Mai.

There were no more words. Mai got on her knees and turned away from Zach, her elbows bent beside her. Zach could almost beat his cock off just looking at her pussy being presented ass-first.

He also got on his knees. He was still too tall for her. His cock was too high; he bent his knees into more of a squat. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her back towards him, ass first. Mai reached between her legs had put her hand on Zach's helmet. She guided it toward her pussy and leaned back. With a little whoosh, his cock slipped past her pussy lips and was once more encased inside her soaked inner chamber. Again, without a word and without prompting, Mai rocked forward and back, pulling Zach's cock with her, he barely moving inside of her, feeling her muscular pulsations against the glans. There were no thoughts, only feelings. Her body was alive with sensation. The now familiar signs of oncoming orgasm began its dance through her body again.

Her mantra began again, but without words.

"Ungh...ungh...ungh.

Zach felt only utter devotion rise up in his him again. He was fucking a creature he literally worshipped. What could be better? His scrotal sack has been all but emptied this afternoon. What was left began its agonizingly intense journey. Zach and Mai rocked together, Mai squeezing the last of the semen out of his tube. She felt the hot gush as his discharge again filled and overflowed her pussy.

She had her final tremors. They faded and were gone. Again, Zach's cock still filled Mai's pussy. They stayed connected and fell to one side.

Karin's eyes were damp with tears. What she had seen between them was so beautiful. Zach gently pulled out of Mai's well-used fuck hole. They lay together for a while, the three of them lightly stroking and petting one another.

Mai asked, "Practice tomorrow?"