From Jenny to Mei Ch. 21

"God you are beautiful," he said, looking again into her eyes and seeing the depth within.

"Every girl is beautiful when she comes," Ai observed with a smile.

"Probably," he said, "but you know that's not what I meant."

She didn't need to answer so let the moment last while looking into his soul. And then suddenly she shivered. Her whole being sort of shook and she thought, or rather remembered - because the knowledge was already in her - that she owed the Universe big time.

"What?" He asked.

"Oh... just thanking God," she said ('God' and 'Universe' being synonymous in her quantum religion). Then pushed him at the shoulders. "Mei's turn."

She watched him mentally transition, in a rather graceful way that was still attentive to her, toward Mei.

He fell onto his back, lifted her by hands at her armpits. She watched. It was perfect - the curve of Mei's breast as it hung down from her torso and joined with the coresponding arch of his mouth. She lay looking, contemplating geometry and the universe while Mei held her tit in her hand and fed it to him.

She let out a sigh and thought, 'The Universe really came through this time. Not only Philip but this girl Mei Chun too, damaged as she is. She is so pretty with such great boobs.' She thanked the unseen forces that made all things the way they were.

For Ai, everything had intelligence. Not that rocks and trees could think, her faith wasn't like that. She felt that the secret of the cosmos lay in it's smaller components. Ever since she saw a documentary on string theory at fifteen she knew that truth lay at reality's most fundamental level. The theory stated that far below the level of the atom lie strings. Little bundles of multi-dimensional energy that vibrated and throbbed. It was the frequency with which these bundles vibrated and how their extra dimensions folded around each other that determined the nature of the subatomic particles that they constituted. Trillions of such strings made up a single electron and it was there, at the smallest imaginable scale, that the intelligence of the universe was contained.

These strings formed a kind of roiling foundation for all of existence, a vast cosmic ocean on top of which all matter emerged. Therefore any truly omniscient and omnipotent force must be found there or even below the surface of this ocean.

So, while no single string could be thought of as possessing the Universal Mind, all the uncountable trillions of them composed it. But somewhere else, somewhere beneath this ocean dwelt something more. She felt sure that these string things, multi-dimensional as they were, existed in this world and in many others simultaneously. Just as an electron that spun a figure eight pattern about the nuclei of an oxygen molecule could not be said to belong to either more so than the other, so too these strings belong both to this universe and the countless others it helped form.

And this nexus, this heaven, this place where all the universes joined, she knew was the domain of love; a realm no physicist would allow himself to contemplate.

She had no mathematical or other proof for her theory, yet it explained all Ai needed to make sense of life and as she watched Philip's tongue caress and jostle Mei's nipple she saw love flow from the very fabric of the universes and manifest around them.

She sighed again at the beauty of it all and reached out with her senses to feel what they were making. When the moment was right she would rejoin them but for that instant she was doing what she was supposed to; she was worshiping the goddess of love and beauty and math, watching her lovers add to the total of goodness in the universe.

Then, gradually, the moment changed. Mei Chun had maneuvered herself to face Philip's feet and sit on his hips while he stroked her back. Ai watched her hair play along his forearms in the most lovely pattern of softness.

She knew the man the Universe had chosen for her would be easy to read. That she would be entitled to an intimacy of communication with him that was unique in both of their lives. Now she wondered if knowing Philip would also give her new insights into that realm below the quantum foam that some people called heaven. After all, one had to be immersed in love to know it's nature and she knew with a certainty that she was now completely submerged in it's essence.

But, she'd have to think about the details later as Mei was lining up Philip's cock, about to impale herself upon it, and her services were being called for. She didn't need a preternatural acuity to read the meaning of Mei Chun's gaze. It said, 'Do something good to me while he fucks me.' And so, as Mei slid down his penis, she scooched over and began to gently play her tongue over Mei's clitoris.

Philip felt Mei's slight weight as she rested her back on his chest and heaved a sigh of contented ecstasy. He gingerly placed his upturned palms under her tiny little butt and lifted her up and toward him. She lay looking up at the ceiling and allowed his hips and hands to control her body. It was a great position that they hadn't tried yet and with Ai in the mix she had a good idea as to how it would go.

It went better than she could have imagined.

It was lovemaking like neither Mei nor Philip had ever known. For him it was so devoid of need he didn't recognize it as sex. He didn't look forward to giving Mei an orgasm as a means to feel the sense of accomplishment he always loved. He wanted something for her and felt the kind of care one does when searching for the one flawless flower in the shop. He was searching for something pretty to present her.

"How's this, Mei?" He asked in her ear as he cycled slowly to and fro, in and out.

"Heaven." It took four seconds to get those two syllables out of her chest.

"What's she doing?"

"She's sucking my clit, lapping at my pussy lips and blowing every now and then."

"Like it?"

"What do you think? She kisses so slowly." Then, with honey like viscosity in her voice, she said, "It's like... like a slow burning orgasm already."

"How'm I doin'?"

"Perfect. So perfect. Just the right speed. As slow as Ai. Sooooo sloooow."

He thought she sounded drunk, her words warm whispers spoken with barely enough energy to raise them out of her lips to cascade down to his ears.

He raised his hands from under her bottom and with his fingertips began to trace lines over the skin of her thighs, belly, ribs and chest, all while keeping a firm, steady, creeping stroke into her slick vagina.

Mei had had lots of sex in her young life - lots. She had developed a formula, as Jenny, one that maximized the output of her acquisitions. She would quickly identify a male based on fundamental characteristics; height, build, general physical fitness, wealth, moderate to low IQ and high libido. Once she found one that would do she would seduce him, fuck him on the first date and decide if she had a winner. If he passed the basic, 'did I come?' test then she would inform him of his duties. He was to provide her sexual gratification on demand, exclusively; to buy stuff for her in the traditional manor, shared meals, movie tickets and so forth; and in return she would fuck only him for the duration. She also made it clear that she wanted no part of love or romance. Most men were delighted to agree and the sex would commence. Jenny had thought it was a great arrangement. She got what she needed, no one thought her a slut and the sex was, as she judged at the time, great.

Now, with Philip beneath, rolling her with the ebb and flow of his superlative cock and whispering sweet things in her ear and Ai doing slow magic to her pussy, she knew all that other stuff was nothing.

As his fingers continued to spark the nerves of her torso and breasts she felt the delicious tension grow. 'Never been this good,' she thought, 'never been so goddamn good. I can feel them, like their whole being. It's so beautiful it hurts. Hurts so good.'

"So good," she mumbled, "so good... so good." She gently writhed and arched her back. "So good... sooo goood. So beautiful."

Time lost meaning - thought lost any appeal it may have had - sensation and emotion crowded her consciousness and she became a raft floating on the undulating swells of his body.

An echo vibrated within, 'You're still unworthy.' But rather than an unwelcome intrusion she accepted the feeling, understood it and let the comment slide through her. It was truth, she was still unworthy, and as truth it could not be denied. She would simply have to change what she was. She would have to submit more completely to him, find more ways to earn his love and finally drive a stake into the heart of that bitch Jenny. But not now. Now she would relish the gentle filling and vacating of her core, the soft tantalizing of her flesh and the feeling of her hood and clit pulled into Ai's delicate warm mouth.

"Sooo goood," she murmured. "So... so... so good."

Philip felt Ai's fingers mix with his own on her belly and left Mei's lower half for her to manage. He brought his hands up to her face and let them dangle and touch.

"Sooo goood, Philip."

Like soft rain was how his fingertips on her face felt.

"Yes, Mei."

"Don't ever stop." As was so common now her tears began to form. They felt great, like a lubricant for her soul.

"We will never stop, Mei. We're going to be doing this for a very long time."

"Years?"

"Forever," Ai said. "The three of us are bound together."

"God!" Mei groaned, "I'm so totally..."

"...in love?" Ai prompted.

"Lucky," Mei said. "So lucky and so drowning in love. It's sooo goood, Ai."

"I know, honey. Lie back and drown."

The speaking stopped, all but the sounds of Mei's passion, and for minutes they kept slowly rolling Mei higher and higher. Philip slid his fingers into her hairline and she swore she could feel a bolt of energy flash between there and her labia in Ai's mouth. He stroked her hair, sucked an earlobe and massaged her temples while Ai simply did her unseen magic.

In a way it was an inversion. They were making love to her as one would usually during foreplay, gentle and tender before the mad dash to orgasm commenced. And she knew they weren't going to speed up, that there would be no frantic push over the edge. Knowing that let her relax and savor. The problem, or the design, in this method was that the sensations started to accumulate within her, her mind and body unable to dispose of the last effervescent touch before the next one registered. They began to back up, to fill her and she writhed searching for a way to clear the backlog.

"You're about to come, jiějiě." Ai sounded certain.

"Not yet," she pleaded.

"Sorry, as soon as he touches your nipples you're going to explode." And with that prediction, accepted without question by the other two, she went back to slowly enveloping her labia and petting it with her slow tongue as Philip's languid thrusts slid under her chin.

Philip moved in perfect, reliable rhythm, letting his will be guided by a new calm awareness of what it was to make love. He was in something of an altered state. His erection was firm and with no sense of impending orgasm and it occurred to him that it was simply a tool, a specialty tool to be sure. It was the appendage nature had equipped him with to provide Mei with the feelings she was so evidently enjoying.

After thinking this way, of himself as a tool for her pleasure, he joined his whole essence to the purpose; using the muscles of his abdomen and back to roll Mei's body, his calves to push his feet and raise her hips slightly, his breath to caress the side of her neck. And as all of the various parts of Philip unified into a whole machine his enjoyment and technique fused.

Laying on his back, his little Mei rolling in ecstasy on top of him, her skinny, elegant back nestled on his chest, he felt himself radiating a masculine power. It was as good a time as any to close off his mind and go on autopilot. And that was just what he did. For the first time in his life he let thoughts of sex fade and let the spirit of love take control of his body.

It went on and on. Three bodies, three consciousnesses circling about one another with not a single thought between them. They were not one but were three, orbiting one another, feeling warmed and content in their trio-ballet. And when it was time, Philip's hands found their way to her neck and upper chest, then he grasped each stiff nipple firmly with three fingers of both hands and gently pulled them away from her body.

Mei's eyes shot open. She began to huff. She pushed great gouts of air from her lungs in a grunting that increased in volume and strength. She built and built as her body crumbled.

'Oh god!?'

"Ughn!"

'What's ...?'

"Unff!"

'God!'

She had never felt anything like this.

"Uunff! Auugh! God!"

She felt like she was on the verge of exploding.

"Gu, gu... God!"

In a rush a new, warm presence enter her, displace her 'self' and generate a kind of pressure. Her spirit was being squeezed, flattened against her top half. Then she felt it lifted out of her body by her nipples, Philip pulling her essence up and out.

Then she heard the screaming.

It wasn't her screaming, it was that girl on the bed down there mounted on her man's cock, so lovely and pure in her ecstasy. The one writhing in delightful torment and shaking. The girl to whom the others were doing things - lovely, poetic, graceful things.

She felt her essence start to dissolve, to dissipate and part of her knew where she was being taken, to that land of infinite bliss. But she didn't want to leave. She wanted to watch the girl squirm in ecstasy and to remain in the company of her lovers.

But it was too late.

Mei was gone.

*****

Thanks to my trusty girl writer pals VanessaNelson & MissLisaJones and to Mr. Fox and GTDaytona.

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