Educating Harry Ch. 06

Harry nodded. His mouth was suddenly more than a little dry, a mixture of apprehension and anticipation robbed him of speech.

"Now start," instructed Lois.

To say that he was cautious would be an understatement. After a few seconds Harry realised that Lois' grip of both the situation and him was not all negative. Due to the slight and gentle movement Lois was able to use her middle finger to scratch very lightly behind his balls and on his perineum.

"God Lois, that's unfair," Harry protested, "You're encouraging me, and threatening at the same time."

"I know," she laughed back over Carol's shoulder, "and that's only half of it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," said Lois, "I'm now going to use my other hand to play with Carol's clit," and almost immediately, a gasp from Carol proved that Lois had suited the action to her word; she was rubbing her gently, in time with Harry's tentative thrusts.

For a minute or so they continued when the smallest pressure from Lois suggested to Harry that it would be a good idea to come to a temporary halt. Lois had also stopped working on Carol.

"You know Harry," she said with a disarming smile, "You're not really fucking Carol at all, I am, I'm just using your cock as my tool... and as for you milady," she continued to Carol, "You only get to cum if I want you to... so long as you both understand," Lois concluded.

And so Lois' game continued. Harry and Carol would slowly get more worked up with Lois first helping them, and then holding back. She was clearly enjoying being in control, and time and again she frustrated them with her delays and banter.

"Are you sure you really want him to come love?" she enquired innocently, "It would be easy enough to stop."

"Oh please, please let us finish," cried Carol desperately, "Don't stop again."

"Of course," responded Lois, ignoring her pleas, "I could just let one of you come, maybe I'll leave your clit alone... or maybe just a sharp squeeze and we'll leave Harry behind."

Harry might have been put off entirely by the thought, no matter how light hearted, but he had noticed a slight bead of sweat on Lois' lip and a slight shakiness in her voice. 'This is turning her on,' he realised, and he decided to push a little harder. Just at that point Lois mused aloud, "It might be cool to really crush Harry's balls... just think of the pain, the pleasure, the agony and the ecstasy."

But it was too late. Lois had lost her grip both literally and figuratively, Harry slammed into Carol impervious to any threat whether real or not, Carol responded with a gasp of relief and Lois finally realising her teasing was over, let him go and frigged Carol furiously. After being held back so long, Carol and Harry both came massively, Carol slightly the sooner, but Harry not far behind thumping, pumping his semen into her until he was exhausted.

Then they were still, and Harry withdrew. He flopped onto his back with Carol beside him, both drenched in the sweat of their exertions, and utterly spent. Harry put his arm round Carol's head and cradled her against his chest in a gesture of exhausted affection. Lois watched them, smiling for a second or two and then, not for the first time in their short relationship, surprised Harry once more. She slowly, gently parted Carol's legs, and without hesitating lowered her mouth and tongue to Carol's pussy. She started to lick, to lap, to suck and then swallow greedily, but all very gently. Carol's only response was a long drawn out sigh as she gradually relaxed.

Harry was stunned, he had never imagined lovemaking that could be so considerate, so gentle, and yet so totally involve the two women. It took a long time for Carol to cum this time, and when she did it was not an obvious earth shattering orgasm, but a quiet long drawn out intake of breath, accompanied by Carol shaking slightly all over as she reached her peak. At that point, Harry was astonished again; Lois seemed to know exactly how to prolong Carol's pleasure, she was able to maintain the quiet orgasm for what seemed like ages. He had never seen anything like it, and he was in awe of what the women could do for each other.

But it did end, and Carol held her lover close for a long time.

Harry broke the silence. "That was wonderful, you two are really amazing, absolutely amazing." All three of them lay still and relaxed for a few minutes.

"Now" said Carol, I think it's time for a break and I would like a drink. You might have noticed we didn't bother with coffee after dinner so I'll have one now, though I'll have a hot chocolate. Harry, be a love and get them for us, I'm feeling a bit saddle sore for the moment"

"Ok," responded Harry, "one hot chocolate and one coffee coming up"

Five minutes later Harry returned with the drinks. It seemed almost surreal sitting on the bed chatting about this and that, 'I suppose,' thought Harry 'this is sex as social as much as sexual intercourse'

"Mmm, I needed that," said Lois finishing her chocolate

"As good as your last drink?" queried Harry grinning, "I remember you telling me you thought that particular beverage was a bit 'icky."

"I did didn't I," admitted Lois, then she added with exaggerated coyness, "but sometimes a woman likes to drink from the best crystal, not from a straw...even a big fat straw."

"What are you two on about?" asked Carol, and then she burst out laughing as Harry described the blow job Lois had given him in her office. "Well, maybe Lois can show me what she has learned about blowing a guy to warm you up for round two."

And Lois did just that. Their lovemaking continued into the late evening. Afterwards they all had a slightly fuzzy recollection of the precise events, all they knew for certain, was that each of them came and came, again and again until they were completely exhausted. Harry was the first to fall asleep, as the two women looked at him Lois confided to Carol, "I reckon we did alright, don't you?" but even Carol for once was beyond words, she just nodded, smiled, and patted Lois gently. Then they both lay down with Harry and settled into a dreamless sleep almost immediately.

The early morning light woke Harry as it invariably did. Lorikeets were screeching in the eucalypts not far away, and at a thankfully greater distance, a kookaburra cackled insanely. Harry rolled out of bed, taking care not to waken the women and padded silently to the bathroom. He showered and dressed, then went downstairs, and as he did not want to, leave without saying goodbye, he made himself some tea and tidied away the remains of the previous night's meal.

He had just about finished loading the dishwasher when a very dishevelled Carol walked in. "Coffee," she said, "I need coffee: now," Harry supplied it. "Mmm" she said "that's better, much better. You are an angel, clearing up I mean. What are you going to do today?" she asked, then without waiting for a reply, told him, "Our flight's at 10 o'clock so we will have to get a move on."

"You are not really awake yet" observed Harry.

"I know," Carol replied, "but I did not want you to leave before I said goodbye. Come on give me a hug and then I'll jump in the shower."

"Ok," said Harry giving her a big hug, "and don't forget to tell me if Lois gets pregnant. Now, into the shower with you, you need one," he told her. "Ok boss," responded Carol, "and just remember, we can't say thank you enough for what you have done."

"What are you two up to? You're not still at it," remarked Lois as she appeared, showered, dressed, and as immaculate as usual.

"No we aren't, 'at it' as you so elegantly put it." riposted Carol, "I have just said goodbye to Harry and am going to take a shower." With that, Carol shot back up the stairs leaving Harry to Lois.

"You are going now then," she commented rather obviously, "I don't know quite what to say, thank you, doesn't really say enough."

"Just give me a hug," Harry suggested. She did and somehow that erased her temporary awkwardness. "You know Harry; I can't quite believe how far we have come in little more than a week. I know that we will probably not see much of you in future, especially when you go away, but I just want you to know that I'll always think of you as a friend, the best of friends." Harry said nothing; there was nothing more he could say. Lois took him by the hand and led him to the door. Suddenly she laughed, "Harry there is one last thing you can do, remember I told you I didn't have much in the way of boyfriends when I was a teenager, well no one has ever kissed me goodbye on the doorstep before. So how about it?"

Harry did as he was asked, and did it very well.

To be continued