The
Study of Three
by Laura Bryannan
Mugen splurged on a
bottle of sake assuming his lightweight lovers would leave most of it
to him, but for some strange reason they were still going strong,
happily sloshed and not yet passed out. At first, this pissed him
off, but certain potentialities soon entered his consciousness,
causing him to squirm as his shorts tented.
As though reading
his mind, Fuu asked, “Hey, can three people kiss at the same
time?”
“Sure, why not?” he replied.
“Three
people cannot kiss at the same time,” Jin stated
authoritatively, raised index finger revealing his body's unsteady
sway. “Anything involving tongues would be impossible.”
“How's that?” Mugen challenged.
Jin arched
a brow, dismissively. “One tongue, two mouths. Kissing two
people at once would require the split tongue of a snake.”
He
assumed the quiet following this pronouncement was testimony to the
strength of his argument, but in actuality Mugen and Fuu were
deliriously contemplating a split-tongue Jin, and how such a creature
might attend to their various orifices and appendages. Unconsciously
they listed toward their unstable lecturer, who leaned back warily.
“It would be completely un-erotic,” he insisted.
“Three people with their tongues sticking out. We'd surely
laugh.”
The hunters pressed forward as their prey fell
backwards, both reveling in the incredulous blush they could always
evoke when the two of them focused on their beautiful lover. “Two
tongues, one mouth. That works,” Mugen decided, leaning in as
Fuu did the same. “Take off your glasses, they're in the way.”
Jin did and, yes, you could get two tongues into one mouth,
but Fuu was giggling and it really was pretty stupid, so Mugen backed
off to observe instead.
Jin's fingers trailed up Fuu's spine
before winding themselves into her hair to hold her head firmly,
facilitating the angle of his oral attack. Mugen shuddered,
intimately familiar with that steel grip, feeling both aroused and
the tiniest bit jealous watching the two of them enjoying each other.
Perhaps that was why, when discovering the quiescent member below, he
trumpeted the news.
“Hey, it looks like someone crashed
before you, Jin. Heh, whatta guy!”
“I'm drunk, you
shit. Shut up!”
“Hello!” Mugen called to the
uninterested party, poking with his nose. “Wake up
lazyass.”
“Silly Mugen,” Fuu admonished.
“That's not how to wake it up. You've got to kiss him, see?
Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.” Planting little smooches all
over Jin's face as he chuckled, she asked, “Right, Jin?”
“Yes,” he agreed. “Fuu is wise. Kiss it,
Mugen.”
Sucking everything into his mouth greedily,
Mugen was amazed, as always, by how much cock could grow from such
deceptively small beginnings. Unlike himself, Jin was unimpressive in
his natural state, and the first time Mugen had seen him that way
he'd freaked. Where'd it go!?! Of course, under his expert
ministrations it never fit in his mouth for long, and the tremors
radiating through the attached hips brought additional sweet reward.
Unfortunately, his blissful contemplations were interrupted by a
demanding voice.
“My turn, Mugen,” Fuu decided,
nudging him with her hips. “I want it now.”
“You
got everything,” he complained good-naturedly, knowing he'd
give way. “You can't have this too.”
“We'll
trade places,” she said, smiling brightly.
“'S'OK,
I'll watch.” He knew she'd blush and she did, but it was Jin he
studied as she settled herself on him, the pleasure visibly moving
over his body like a rippling pool. The dark eyes did not turn to
him, however, but stayed focused on Fuu, hands on her hips guiding
her to the best fit. She snuggled into his neck and they found a
quiet rhythm which Mugen matched with his hand, heating him up nicely
but not intended to get himself off.
They looked so hot
together—askew kimono and hakama revealing Fuu's creamy skin
against Jin's paleness—Mugen knew he would associate late
summer with the two of them for as long as he walked the earth.
Licking his lips, remembering the juicy tang of the peach Jin was
plundering, he thought he might go have a taste when a soft voice
entered his awareness.
“Hey, Mugen.” Fuu was
sitting up, hips sensuously meeting Jin's gentle thrusts, but
watching him with a concerned expression. “Come over here so I
can help.” Who was he to deny her? He knelt over Jin's
shoulders and she reached for him, teasing with her tongue before
engulfing him with a sigh. He moaned, arching into it, carding his
fingers into her hair and pulling it aside so he could watch her face
as she worked.
Fuu looking innocent but doing him naughty was
always a lethal combination, so he knew it was only a matter of time
before his trembling thighs attracted attention. Strong hands
wandered from wherever they'd been to his ass, stroking, kneading,
brushing against the sensitive opening, causing him to lurch into her
mouth. She was humming, getting a little breathless, which usually
meant an orgasm was lurking. That was turn on enough, but when his
hips were seized and he was pulled onto a wily tongue snaking a mile
into his ass, he came with a roar, the moans surrounding his cock and
rumbling into his foundation making it almost agonizing, caught in a
sweet trap between the two he loved most.
Later the three lay
panting, piled in a heap, when Jin murmured, “I thought we were
studying kissing. Did we conclude that experiment?”
“I
think so,” Fuu replied dreamily.
“What did we
learn?” he asked.
“OK, so three people can't kiss
at the same time,” Mugen replied, “but they can drink at
the same time. They can fuck at the same time.”
“Three
people can eat at the same time,” Fuu added, thinking some
dango would be tasty after all their exertions.
“Three
people can nap at the same time,” Jin stated with finality,
closing his eyes.
“Umm, nap,” Fuu
agreed.
Feeling satiated and content, Mugen was willing to
concede the point...this time, and responded in Snore.
end